Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 92

lightbulb-shaped tips that came out of the dragon’s head which he guessed he would hold onto like reigns.
Pulling randomly, he made it lurch forward and leap off the ship. He kept pulling, but this time up, and a
wave of relief came over him as the dragon flew upwards. Grinning from ear to ear, he leaned forward, and
the dragon went faster. The wind was refreshing as it blew in his face, and the view of the glistening deep
blue from high above was breathtaking.
Instantly, Arrow knew he loved being the chosen one and couldn’t wait for the exciting adventures ahead.
Adrenaline shot through his veins like fireworks on Chinese New Year. His heartbeat pounded like a drum
in his mouth. Exhilarated by his new purpose, he hollered into the infinite sky, “I AM ALIVE!”