Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 362

“Please turn into a horse,” Xuanzang warmly smiled at the dragon.
“Huh? Why? I’m perfectly fine in my dragon form!” The dragon flew in a few loops and circles.
“See?”
Xuanzang chuckled, but it sounded fake. “No, it’s because you ate my horse, and now it’s your
turn to replace it.”
The dragon looked at his stomach. “Oh…” He quickly transformed into a beautiful white horse
with a shiny, golden mane. “Hold on tight everyone, especially you, young girl with your purple hair -
sorry, what is your name again?”
“Luna,”
“Right, Luna,” He repeated, “Grab on, we’re about to take a huge leap!”
The dragon whom shapeshifted into a horse made a humongous leap over the polluted waters. As I
watched the river beneath me, I hoped for this place to be restored to its original beauty.
With Wukong floating on a light cloud behind us, and Xuanzang sitting on the dragon-horse in
front of me, we continued on our strange Journey to the West, to meet new allies and enemies.