Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 238

What You Truly Need To Ascend To Heaven
St Margarets Co-Educational Secondary and Primary School, Ansari, Rafi - 13
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t was a clement day as a small group of travellers, four to be exact, passed the summit of a mountain.
The Summit of the Mountain that they had passed by was inhabited by some kind of heavenly lord,
watching and listening to the four.
However, this troupe was nothing like other parties. There was a Pig, more fit to be called an Orc as it
stood on its own two legs. One of the two humans, would have been fit to be called a warlock but barely
lacked the intimidating qualities. He carried quite a lot of baggage, as a merchant or peddler would.
The other human took up a simple religious robe, the robe was decorated with few light-coloured jewels.
His attire made him look not grander than a Bishop but definitely not worse than a monk. His hierarchy
may had been on the upper part of the system as his steed was a rare and gallant white stallion.
The final part of the group was a monkey. It was the Monkey God who sought retribution from the Jade
Emperor and the higher gods as he used to pull pranks frequently in heaven, causing him to go into his
lower state, that of an ape. The Monkey God lost its divine gold fur for regular, filthy brown one. He could
still stand and talk like the Orc he was with.
“Ugh, we're almost there, aren't we? From Buddhism to Christianity, Islam, Shinto, Hinduism, The Norse
and Greek. We've been everywhere! Just how long does Mr.Jade want me to stay in this lower land?” The
Monkey God was still uncouth and belittled the lower races, especially those on Earth. The Jade Emperor
had promised that he would be welcomed once he embraced religion. They had been around the globe,
worshipped several gods, but to no avail.
The religious man taking the pilgrimage replied in his usual calm and delicate voice, “You need to tone
down on your ego, Monkey.” The Monkey clicked his tongue, he wasn't a fan of the boy’s tone, he
undervalued all those that spoke without strength. Such views of Monkey had given him names such as
‘Simpleton’.
“Your mother is waiting for you at home, you should go see he