Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 256

“Hey, Qiang? Did you hear me? I said we have to finish the wall before the Japanese come, got it?” a beefy
looking man pointed at me suspiciously before walking away.
Qiang? That’s not my name...is it? Come to think of it, what is this place? I decided to take a little detour around
the area, swerving past what looked like groups of workers and mounds of stone. I stopped when I realised there was a
rather large shadow cast across the dirt. I looked upward to see what seemed like an oversized fence. A wall. It looked way
too familiar, though. My mind supplied pictures of the tour guide speaking about Old Shanghai’s wall. Wait a moment,
didn’t the wall look just like this one? I mean, there were a few differences, but...no way!
In short, I freaked out. I ran in circles until I was dizzy and I yelled at the wall, “Hey! Bring me back to where
I belong! I didn’t sign up for this ‘Magic Treehouse’ lookalike.”
Immediately, someone pushed me to the ground, “What do you think you’re doing? If any of the guards catch
you fooling around, the Emperor will punish us for sure.” It was that same beefy looking man from before.
“We have an emperor?