Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 - 2 | Page 38

The Heir, it was him. Midnight it was when I snuck out of bed as quiet as a mouse. I walked the dark corridors, winding around the shade of the shadows. I wanted to give my life saver a surprize gift as he was not home tonight. But when I stepped into the minor general’s bedroom, I saw something extraordinary glittering under the beautiful moonlight. It was an expensive moonstone charm that only royals could afford to have. My eyes widened as I saw the Ancient letters carved in the delicate moonstone. THE HEI.R Why does he look like this now? I thought he was supposed to be the last king’s successor? So is this who the supposed to be successor the king wanted to kill because he doesn't want this Heir to take his throne?? But… He was so nice, if he knew that I was sent by the king, he could've killed me anytime! Now that I thought of it... Why listen to Yongle? Didn't this poor heir perish because of Yongle’s selfish soul? Slowly, great bravery flooded into my veins maybe I should help him , instead of the selfishness of Yongle ! As the sunshine shone on me vibrantly. I thought about the glory days. The king's orders are nothing! I spat, let’s take back this throne! 10 years later… “Captain Zheng! A letter!” “Bring it to me!” I commanded loudly. My hands trembled quickly as I slowly ripped open the imperial seal of the letter, the parchment was bright red, meaning it was good news. I sighed... To general Zheng, I have contained my spot on the iron throne and therefore welcome you to my grand ceremony. I thank you for helping me take back the throne. Happy journeys! The past heir Tears splattered, blood spread, and friends lost. But victory had never tasted so sweet!