Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 16

‘Wait,’ James called to the mysterious man, ‘What’s your name?’
The young lad stopped and answered without turning back. ‘Thanatos.’
James watched him go and gazed upon the stars. Tears started running down as he reached his hand out to
try touch the stars as if it was his daughter Mia.
The very next day, James board a plane to his final destination - Tibet. For the first month in months, he
started to stop himself from grabbing alcohols to intoxicate his brain.
He opened Mia’s journal and there was a drawing of an ancient monastery, but James didn’t know where it
was. James knew Mia wanted to come here the most, judging by how detailed she drew it.
After landing on Tibet, James started to show the drawing of the temple to the locals but everybody shook
their head and walked away.
Just when he was about to give up, a voice called behind him.
‘Wow, that’s a captivating picture.’ James turned around and saw a woman in her early thirties looking at
Mia’s drawing James was holding. James couldn’t guess her ethnicity but something about her calmed James’
unsetting heart.
‘Do you know this place?’ James asked anxiously,
‘I do,’ the woman smiled. ‘Follow me,’ Before James could say anything, she elegantly turned around and
started walking, yet she quickly disappeared.
Another voice called James. ‘James Stone,’ James looked around and saw a local woman in her late 20s was
looking straight into James’ eyes and smirked. She had the same feature as the woman who volunteered to
lead James to the old temple but instead had a striking black hair, with all black clothing and had a pair of
fierce red eyes like burning fire. Her feature was rather scary but simply bewitching.
The woman walked near James and whispered in his ears, ‘Follow me, I know what you desire the most. I
can solve you suspicion.You think Mia’s partner, who was the one driving away murdered your daughter, isn’t
it? ’
James froze. It was the one truth he didn’t tell the cops. ‘How could this mysterious woman know this?’ He
didn’t hesitate and followed the young woman. Soon, James saw the old temple drawn by Mia in the journal
appeared in front of him.
‘This is the old temple you were looking for, and guess what? ’ she pointed toward the temple and whispered,
‘He’s there, the one who drove Mia to her death.’
James felt his chest on fire, he couldn’t contain his anger and without hesitation he stormed into the temple.
His motivated revenge was burning like hell.
When he entered the ancient temple, he saw a long haired young man sobbing in front of a god statue. He
grabbed the young man’s collar and roared.
‘Why did you kill my daughter?!’
‘I … I … ’ the shocked man stammered.
James was about to punch his face when he heard a voice he has yearned and dreamed of for many months.
‘Dad, what are you doing?’