Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 372

The Eternal Jade
The International Schools Foundation Academy, Chu, Dabria - 11
Prologue
F
eet pounded the grey sidewalk, buildings stretched to the sky, grey clouds hung limply over the
people shuffling along the streets.
A lady in high heels hurried through the crowds making her way to a taxi station when a stone
dropped onto her shoulder and down into her hand. The stone glowed jade, instantly mesmerising her. She
looked around and hesitated, then continued her way, smiling, with the stone grasped tightly in her hand.
23 hours, 50 mins and 48 seconds left
The Monkey King received a surprising call from his Master, Master ShiFu, who he had not met in
670,000 years, with a question about a missing jade. He rolled his eyes, annoyed; the Gods always get
themselves in trouble. He dashed to his private jet and headed for Beijing where the old and forgotten
Immortal Temple lay.
He arrived last. Pigsy, in his suit and baggy shorts had arrived first as he had just had a meeting
with China’s council in Tian Ming Centre; he is after all the Chief Executive of Hong Kong.
Sandy stood in a shady corner of the garden, trying out his latest invention, the H-Glasses (Huang
Wei Glasses).
Master ShiFu was mediating in the middle of the temple, but turned and smiled at the Monkey
King as he entered. Carefully, trying not the rumple his newly made tuxedo and mess up his gelled hair,
Monkey King ambled towards his master and greeted him with a handshake.
Suddenly, a tremendously loud voice shook the air. “Monkey, Pigsy, Sandy and ShiFu, we have
recruited you once again…” it announced.
“Yeah. Yeah. Just tell us what happened… wasting my time,” the Monkey King muttered as he
rolled his eyes. Master ShiFu glared at him.
“Monkey is right. We do not have time. In the ne