Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 129

We were starving, too hungry. A banquet lay before us, only when we reached out it disappeared.
Miraculously we found a flock of cattle. Fear was etched on their faces as we killed their brethren. We were
ready to go again, to continue the arduous journey to India.
We were almost at Delphi, India.. We trekked across snowy mounts the cold freezing our persistent will.
Should we give up? The icy terrain was full of crevasses and as long as galaxies. It was a universe of snow
and rocks. It was a mirage. What is the point of struggling? I pondered. I pushed the thought down. I wasn’t
going to give up now, amount of hardships I had endured. I kept going.
I glanced up. “Delphi,” !
I was greeted with a warm welcome... We gifted them with rivers of jewelry and paper. We served feasts of
steak and beef and pork. This was our grave mistake…
“Run!” I cried, as they charged, insulted. They formed ranks, advanced like robots. Each move in sync. It
was a dead end. I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run hide. I was a battleground of fear and anger..
Ungovernable terror gripped me. I closed my eyes, and fell off the palace roof destroying myself...