Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 94

“Hi Mr. Li, your nephew Mr. Suzong suggested that I come to you for information on the golden dagger.
He said you know your stuff when it comes to ancient Chinese weapons. Can you help me?” asked Aguda. Finally,
Jie Fu opened his eyes and whispered,
“I have been waiting for you many years, Aguda.”
Sunday December
7th 2016
Aguda woke up and could not stop thinking about what Jie Fu had revealed to him the day before. As he
paced up and down his bedroom floor, he remembered the prophecy Jie Fu had told him. The prophecy stated that
if your tea leaves were red, you were the chosen one to find the dagger. Jie Fu had told him to go to Mend Feng Tea
factory to check his tea leaves. He had a feeling it wasn’t him with the millions of people in China. After all, the
odds were 14.35 million to 1.
Tuesday December
9th 2016
Finally, Aguda got the courage to go to the tea factory. He was laughing to himself on the journey, certain
he was running a fool’s errand. He arrived at an enormous steel building that looked at least one hundred years old.
He opened one of the big red doors, and what greeted him inside was a sea of workers completing every facet of
the tea making process from withering the leaves to rolling them and finally drying them. It was a sight to behold.
Suddenly a tall man called out, “AGUDA!” With a jolt, Aguda was reminded why he was there. “How does
everyone know who I am?” he asked himself. “Come with me,” ordered the mysterious tall man. Aguda dutifully
followed the man through another door at the back of the factory.
They walked for what seemed like an eternity down a dark old corridor. Finally, they reached a vault like a
door. The man whispered, “You know the code.” “What code?” Aguda responded. “You know the code,” the man
repeated and walked away. Aguda thought really hard about what it was. Just when he was about to give up, it came
to him. A memory came to his mind as clear as a crystal ball. Two years ago Aguda and his best friend Bobby
Chong were messing around with secret codes. They were translating their names into numbers. “1,7,21,4,1,” Aguda
shouted. Quickly and with a searing feeling of excitement, Aguda started to unlock the vault. With a final click, the
vault door hissed open and he stepped inside. Aguda opened the vault and saw a man sitting on a long purple silk
couch with a bowl in his hands. “Are you ready to take full responsibility of the dagger?” the man said in a deep
voice. “ Yes, Sir,” Aguda replied. He looked in the bowl, and said to himself, “This is going to be a start to a new life.”