Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 196

witch! I was the one who fought for the possession of the scroll with him, the one who lied, the one who
battled with him for the heart of the master! How silly of me to think that he had accepted me. No, no
no…I have to kill him before he does so! I have to…
My trail of thought was broken by a piercing screech. I wasn’t able to comprehend what I was seeing at first
- a wall of metallic onyx that smelled of decaying corpse. My mind clicked as I looked up. The mythical
Scorpion King stood before us, tall as a steeple, with his chela raised, its narrow tail dripping with venom.
Below it’s numerous legs, a golden scroll disguised as a common pebble, unseen by most commoners.
I was terrified, but WuKong was even worse. His eyes were glued to the razor sharp claws of the giant
scorpion, unmoving and unblinking, yet his whole body trembled. The Scorpion King’s narrow tail jabbed
and stung mercilessly, missing us by merely centimetres as we dodged. BaJie was beseeching hopelessly at
WuKong to so much as move, to find shelter, to run, though WuKong’s feet were planted onto the ground.
He was frozen in fear.
“Yes! Little Leopard! Use this! Use this opportunity! It’s about time the monkey die a gruesome death!”
growled the voice inside my head.
With my mind set on avoiding the attacks, it was easy for the voice to take me over. All of a sudden, a wave
of halcyon washed over me. I sauntered to a nearby boulder and observed the chaotic scene. I squinted at
WuKong and concentrated hard on my magic, sending a numbing ache to the back of my head.
Then I was able to see. I was transported to another place where the sun shone gleefully and flowers budded
like gemstones on the ground. A young monkey skipped across the field. At first, I thought it was WuKong.
But after a closer look, I saw that it was a female monkey who resembled WuKong a lot. An older monkey
chased after the young monkey jauntily. WuKong.
An ominous figure loomed over the siblings whom I immediately recognised as the Scorpion King. The
Scorpion King’s tail swiped across his sister’s leg. She fell instantly. Then wailing bloodcurdling screams
followed. WuKong ran to his sister desperately. He was fast, but not enough.
Countless arrows rained down from the sky, followed by the savage cries of the monkey army. The Scorpion
King was outnumbered, and he fled before the army could reach him. WuKong was cradling his sister’s body
in his arms, her face a deadly pale, her chestnut fur covering her leg was stained a shade of erythraean, blood
dripping from her leg tainted the ground as well. WuKong’s fingertips glowed at the same time the other
monkeys surrounded them. The glow faded as the other monkeys murmured, “He has healing magic? Oh,
how feminine.” WuKong’s eyes darted from his sister’s body to the crowd rapidly - and I knew he was facing
a dilemma. To save