Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 195

“Your Majesty, My name is Zheng He. We are from China, and we have a gift for you.
Sharkpedo! Sorry, General Doo always gets mad. We heard about your kingdom, your rare medicine and
potions. In China, people always get sick so we wanted to trade.” Zheng He said politely. The king smiled.
“Perfect reason! We will make a portal from here through to China, OK?” Dragon King asked.
“OK!” Zheng He answered gratefully.
When they went out of the temple, the dragon workers started to build a portal using some rare
wood, potions and water. After one day, the portal was finished! Zheng He’s team stepped into the portal.
The portal went VEEEEE and everything went black. Zheng He was back in China!
“Wow!” Zheng He’s team shouted surprisingly. Zheng He saw Emperor Ming.
“Mission accomplished! We have a portal to Dragon Island.” Zheng He said.
“Really?” Emperor said curiously.
“I will prove it! Dragons, COME!” Zheng He shouted.
At first, there was dead silence… Seconds later, “thump THUMP!” The dragons started running
rapidly from the portal.
“Marvelous!” Emperor Ming said excitedly.
After this, China received the medicine and potions. Because of Zheng He’s an amazing
adventurer, they were able to help many sick people in China. Zheng He taught the dragons how to make a
compasses to help determine the correct direction. When the kingdoms needed help, they used the portal to
help each other.