Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 65

a spectacular peach sunset. He shed his tears, thinking about his parents. Somehow, he fell asleep. Later, he kind
of...fell down.
Clay suddenly woke up, panicking. He was so confused why he was falling down the wall, away from the
rope. He struggled searching his bag and pockets. Then he found a blue pebble. It’s the gem he received from the
shopkeeper. He remembered his words. So he rubbed his hands on the gem. The earth shook. Clay magically floated
to the ground. A dome of dust surrounded Old Shanghai. The earth shaking and the dust dome went away. Clay
faced the city. There was absolutely no signs of destruction! It was if the storm never occurred! Clay’s mind was
blown like a atomic bomb.
“All that work and I could just rub that tiny blue stone! ”, Clay wondered.
Unless..that gem was the Jewel of Creation...