Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 4

“I know where the sword is. In fact, I’ve been suffering because of that sword.” The
centaur roared miserably. He confessed that he was trying to steal the sword since it was
rumored that the true owner of the sword will be able to live forever. He exclaimed that a
terrible monster called Artegon snatched it away from its owner and took it to the
hazardous, horrid dungeon of the Francescan castle. As we silently slipped ourselves into
the dungeon, Mr. Phillipé pointed at a microscopic, golden dot which was spreading the
aura of depression and aggression. One step… two steps… three steps… the golden dot
had transformed itself into a spectacular, golden sword now. My finger grasped the edge of
the sword as the owner of the sword woke up. This time, the centaur wasn’t alone.
Everyone joined in, smashing, punching, kicking, and boxing, doing a mini celebration
when the owner finally gave up fighting. Everyone had learned a lesson there- Two brain
is better than one and nothing is impossible when the whole group’s participating.
“ I, Zeus give Harold Fordman a permission of being a Greek goddess as he did me a
gigantic favor of bringing the world’s peace back. I couldn’t do it without you, Harold,
thank you. Secondly, I give Posideire a permission to come back to the Olympus castle as
he supported Harold and made his adventure more secure. Thirdly, I ask Mr. Phillipé to
come back and once again become a guard as he kept the journey lively and enjoyable for
everyone. Lastly, I request Cemoires, the centaur to become Harold’s assistant as a goddess
as he proved his braveness by sacrificing himself for everyone’s safety.” Everyone had a
huge cheer, congratulating themselves. They were reborn.