Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 96

Unfortunately, the two guards did not understand a thing he just said, and didn’t react too much,
but shoot him a death stare. It actually made him shiver. In his memory, since he was ten, nothing has really
made him scared, but this time he was actually shivering in fear.
“Fine, this will not work. There has to be a way, but what?”He murmured to himself.
Hours he sat there in silence, he doesn’t know what to do and felt really helpless. Then an idea flashed into
his mind. “Fire! That is the one, tribe people think fire is holy, and who can make fire is like a god-like
existence! And that godlike existence will be me!”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of Flint and a tiny dagger. He rubbed them together,
and sparks appeared. Using the piece of flint he ignited a heap of wood. The guards immediately felt the
light and heat, they turned around and saw it was Zheng He who made the fire. They both knell down in
front of Zheng He, and worshiped him, one of them suddenly realized Zheng He is still locked in a cage, he
got up and released him.
Zheng He got out of the cage and he gave the guards the piece of flint, he thanked them, even though he
knows that they will not understand, grabbed everything that belonged to him, and he went off, he crossed
the forest that they that went through when they were coming. The second he stepped out of the forest, he
was extremely relieved, waiting for him was his troop.
Nothing was really missing, and so they continued their great journey. What adventures are waiting
ahead of them, no one knows…