Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 2

The Force of Truth and Grace
British International School Shanghai (Puxi), Choi, Jiwon - 12
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et’s tick our time back billions and billions of years ago. Picture this, when the Earth first began to
rotate and when the sun just arose from the endless ashes. When the various creatures were first given
life, that was the age that I was born. When the age of creation was just about to emerge, that’s how
our tale was written and how our adventure began.
My life, before this adventure to the west, was pretty much spontaneous. Unexpected adventures always
chased after me. When I was at the age of five million, I left the wizardry world of Olympus. Yes, it was
depressin g and heartbreaking to abandon the land that I’ve been breathing forever, however
l was also delighted for the next destination of my anecdote.
About a month after I left the Olympian wizardry world, I received an envelope with a
golden feather inside. As soon as I unlocked the envelope, the feather swirled and pinned
itself to my silver droopy hair, taking me to the grand, graceful palace of Olympian gods.
A glittering rainbow filled the sky and gold had gobbled up the whole palace. The angelic
statue of Cupid gracefully glistened as the sunlight gently shone through. Gorgeous
melody from a golden harp was forming a pulchritudinous harmony with the glorious
fountain. Whilst admiring the peaceful melody from the angel’s harp, a powerful voice
flew down to my ears.
“I sent the golden feather to bring you here,” Zeus blurted out his concern as he walked
out of the Parthenon arch, “And this is why. There is a barbarous fight going on in far
Western Europe. The place is in ruination. I need you to travel to the Francescan palace
and cease the war by bringing the cursed sword of war back to us, so that the world can
come back to peace.”
“Oh! I forgot one thing!” Zeus remembered, “There will be monsters and poor souls that
will be willing to join your journey. Take care of them with the force of the truth and
grace. They will help you during your adventure. I trust you Harold, to finish successfully.
Now, good luck!” Zeus and the other Greek gods all wished me luck as I stepped out of
the gate and moved one step and one step closer to the destination.
I swam across the peaceful lake of elegant swans and galloped through the mysterious
woods where yellow and orange eyes were glaring at me through the pitch-black dark. I
ran, swam, flew, dashed, walked and rushed until no such land was standing in front of
me. Only an ocean was flowing and letting its tide in. As I swished across the crystal- blue
sky on clouds, I could foresee the aura, rather mysterious.
“Whoosh! whooooo.” The wind was howling wildly as the thunder cracked up the
beautiful blue sky. The wave swallowed everything as the thunderstorm clashed into a
humongous creature, swirling like a column of tornado. It had ice- cold, diamond-
shaped eyes with a body full of blue and turquoise spots. Its chest and legs were a blended
mix of Chinese dragon and whales. Its spike was as sharp as a tooth of a cobra and its kite
shaped face was sparkling frantically with ice crystals.
“My name is Poseideire and I am a grandson of an Olympian god, Poseidon. I used to
guard the palace of Olympus but I have been executed because of my poor guarding skill.
I’ve been waiting for million years in the cell of Polsharks. Can you please release me and
let me follow you?” the monster begged in hope.