Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 19

I rubbed my eyelids, and looked again. And I saw her.
She still looked the same, like when we eloped. I looked at my wrinkled hands. How could that be
possible?
“ Xuanzang,” a low, echoed voice said, “I know who you are.”
Except my parents, no one knew my real identity. I panicked.
The unicorn appeared from nowhere, and stared right into my eyes.
“What? What's going on, Luke?” Della kept asking.
“The son of Mal, the most evil spirit of all, your fate has brought you here. Now, this girl and your fate is
in your hands. You can choose : you can inherit after your Father and be one of the most powerful gods.
But if you choose that, she dies. If you want her to live, you die.”
I would never, ever let Della die, even if I had to sacrifice myself. But , the words came out of my mouth
uncontrollably, “I'll inherit after my father.” And I heard some echoed laughter.
My father. I was controlled by my father!
The ground beneath her began to shake.
“Luke!” Della shouted.
“No, I don't want to inherit my father.” I said it out loud, firmly.
“Ha! Ha! My dear son, it's too late. You can't save your little girlfriend. But you can be a god, as powerful
as me, and do whatever you like. Isn't that great? Ha ha!”
“Xuanzang, you've chosen your fate. Words can be powerful. But sometimes action speaks louder than
words.”I could barely hear the voice of the unicorn over the cracking sounds of the falling stones.
Without a second thought, I ran to Della. And the both of us fell.
When I woke up, I was in a garden. I looked around. The sky was opalescent, the flowers were
exquisite, and the lake was silvery blue. All the memories of my childhood flooded in my mind. I
remembered this place. It was where I lived when I was a baby. It was where my mother sang me lullabies,
where she read me stories. After knowing how evil my father actually was, she escaped from the heaven
with me. Since then, we lived in the poor village.
“Luke,” the unicorn said, which interrupted my thoughts, “As you and your mother escaped from the
heaven, all of your memories here were removed by the gods as a punishment. But now that you're here,
you've broke the curse and you can recall all your memories.”
It smiled and continued, “You have changed the fate. Both Della and you can live on. Though maybe,
not together. And now, your fate is in your hand. Do you want to stay here and live peacefully ever after?
Or do you choose to live again?”
I thought of my mother. She must have missed me so much.
“I want to live again.”
And there I was again, in the village. I saw my family, my home, my friends. Everything was still the same.
And in the ocean of crowds, I saw a girl, the prettiest girl I had ever seen…
Della.