Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 257

Chinese army scrambled towards the wall and pointed their bows and arrows upwards and made them fall onto the
incoming pirates on the other side of the wall, leaving some to retreat. The people of Shanghai rejoiced, for they were
saved. I stood near the wall and watched their celebration.
A voice coming from the wall whispered to me, “Well done, I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
“I have,” I replied as the edges of the world began to grow fuzzy until my eyelids felt heavy and everything went
black.
“It’s time to wake up now,” a clap on my shoulder woke me up immediately.
My roommate had already gotten dressed and I was lying in a hotel bed. “Hurry up. We’re visiting the city wall
of Old Shanghai today!”
I felt the slightest twinge of disappointment once I realised it was a dream.
“Or is it?” a whisper came from nowhere.