Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 552

Last came a blue potion,
“My most powerful potion. One drop of this in the sea, the floods never end. Now, the earth has been existing
for a long time. The end of the world has come!”
Yang Tan poured the entire contents of the blue potion into the world below. He smashed the red bottle. He
was about to smash the purple one when I grabbed it and backed off.
“This won’t work once the blue potion is active.”the god snickered. I let him smash the purple bottle.
Just then, my sister leapt up, “I know, the Blue-crystal sword! The only equipment that can kill an immortal!”
“Yeah,”cackled Yang Tan, “But i’m guarding it. You’re about to die anyway, i’ll give you a peek.”
The ninth immortal drew a blue sword. Quick as a flash, my sister snatched it.
Yang Tan repeated the same words, “This won’t work once the blue potion is active.”but his worried face
gave him away. The god was left with one choice. He stirred up a ferocious storm and sent it flying towards the
children. I used the sword to slash at the storm, cracking a lightning bolt and sending electricity flying towards
Yang Tan. Directly after, I slashed the god himself. The flood disappeared. The god disappeared.
“Well,”my sister smirked, throwing back her ponytail, “let’s go home.”then she stopped.
“How do we get home?”
As through answering her question, a wind blew. In a few seconds, we found themselves tumbling down a
cloud portal, flying across Hengsha island, and crashing into a wall. There were lots of people, but none whom
noticed me and my sister. Everyone were kneeling around a golden grave, their heads low.
One of the priests saw the blue-crystal sword and started pacing towards us.
“Sorry,”he said, “But the immortals must remain. This sword is too much of a risk to us and them.”he blew on
the sword and it disappeared.
“But what is happening?”I asked.
The priest stared at his soot covered hands, “It’s the burial of Yang Tan, the ninth immortal and the god who
was killed.”