Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Página 121

stomping of hooves. As the war raged on, we huddled in fear and anxiety. What was happening outside?
Who was winning? It was the dead of night when the battle, finally, came to an end. The screaming, the
stomping, the clashing of metal all came to an abrupt stop.
“Ling Dao Wei, we've fought, and we've won. Stop this treachery and we will announce a truce.
“King Aimala, we surrender. But please, give me a moment. I want to say something.” He paused for a
moment, turned around and addressed the battlefield. “Brave soldiers, you have fought, you have lost and
you have always been faithful. Me and King Aimala would like to announce a truce.” We all cheered, and I
sprinted out of the gardens.
“Father, since the wars over I thought it would be a good idea to have all the children on the island go on a
small trip with the pirates. We could see the world, and learn about different places. Oh please father, you
know I would love to explore.”
“We’ll have to think about it dear.”
Next week, I got ready to see another fraction of my small world.