Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 204

“It was killed” Ghost answered.
“How?” asked HuoLu again.
“Let me tell you the story,” Ghost said, “When you were held by the snake, your sword flew into the air, and cut
the snake into pieces”
“My sword? How can it be?” asked HuoLu.
“I don’t know. Anyway, let’s continue our journey,” Ghost replied.
So they continued their journey. After a few hours, they came to a river. Luckily the river was safe, and HuoLu
swam across it quickly. They walked through mountains, swam through seas, walked through valleys and cities.
Their journey continued a few years, but finally they approached to the Mountain of Death.
“Sorry, boy, but now you have to do everything by yourself,” said Ghost sadly when they arrived, “I can’t help
you anymore.”
“But wait, stop!” shrieked HuoLu, but he was too late. Ghost has vanished.
A day and a half HuoLu was climbing this mountain, and finally he has reached the top. When he got to the top,
he saw the dragon. It was gigantic. It was bloodcurdling. He never saw anything like this in his life.
“RRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!” roared the dragon.
HuoLu made a step back. He wanted to run. He wanted to scream. He was horrified. Bye-bye, world, he
thought, here I am, standing in front of the HuoShong dragon. I can be squashed any second. Right at that
moment, his hands rose up, he took out his sword and started to run at the dragon in an incredible speed. The
dragon let out another terrifying cry. It was the last thing the dragon did. He was dead. The dragon’s body started
to fall. It fell right on top of HuoLu and squashed the boy, like an ant.
At that moment, in the village, the water came back into the river, all of the sick people suddenly became healthy
and strong. All of damage the HuoShong dragon has made to the village repaired itself. Now, the village is
beautiful as never before, and is guarded by the ghost of the brave hero HuoLu, and his father: HuoLi.