Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 527

walk in his garden when he saw the handsome tree and was mesmerized with its elegant shape and deep, rich colour. He ordered
his servants to make the wood into his royal seal, and whatever was printed upon with this seal has a magnificent but unknown
power. As Morgan felt the smooth surface of the seal, he had a faint feeling that he needed to get home. F ast. He turned sharply
to the left and went out of sight. 500 metres away, a big man with sunglasses put down his cup of tea and stood up, making a
frightening sound with his coin-sized knuckles.
Lily found herself wandering on the crowded Shanghai streets. She tried to find someone who spoke English so she could ask
the location of her father. She came to the Welsh Society of Shanghai’s headquarters and walked in. 10 minutes later she was
running as fast as she can towards the same path her father paced along just a moment ago, bumping into a worker carrying two
full baskets of fish. She glanced at the worker and his basket. She saw a pistol laying beneath the fish. Her heart twitched.
Morgan shut the door tightly and quickly put the seal on the dining table. He quickly took out his collection of precious
Chinese calligraphy and placed them beside the seal. He took out a plate of red ink and pressed it heavily on the table. He took
the seal up when the door broke open as two men walked in holding sharp blades. “Mr Lee, you better stop what you’re trying
to do right now.”
Lily Lee was dumbstruck when she saw her beloved father facing two muscular men.
“Daddy?” she shouted. The men turned around to see this charming and attractive young lady.
“Why, we have someone to hold here, eh?” one of the men said with an eerie smile.
“Lily! No!” Morgan yelped with fear, and with one swift move, he put the seal into the ink and stomped a big stamp on the
paper and turned to show the men a bloody red stamp. It shone with a radiating shine, and the men and Lily were all pushed
away by a deafening gust of air that brought everyone down onto the ground. Everything went deadly silent.
When Morgan woke up, he recognised the pale green wallpaper with clovers of his room. He was in his Cardiff residence, the
seal in his hands. “Welcome home, Morgan.” said Lily, sat at the side of the bed making coffee. Just like any old Sunday morning
20 years ago. “You ok Dad? Come out, I’m going to show you something.”
Both father and daughter now sat on the wet pasture of Wales, looking at the sun rising bit by bit up the horizon, turning
brighter every second. “Next time you try to go to some Far East country and risk being killed by some insane cult, it’s better to
tell your family so someone knows where you are and when you’ll come back.”
“The Seal is a mysterious antique, nothing like the antiques I’ve been fiddling with. If I didn’t find it, it might have fallen into
wrong hands, and god knows what would have happened then.” They looked at each other’s brown watery eyes and smiled.
“So when are you going to leave again?”
“I never know, sweetie, no one knows.” Morgan replied softly as they both looked as the sun rose, alongside their hearts.