The Curse of the Sacred Sword
Pui Kiu College, Jake Yeung Chi Kit, Fiction: Group 2
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his tale happened a long time ago, when the long-forgotten Gobi forest wasn’t a desert yet.
“Oh my!” cried the filthy man with mud all over his face. He was covered in wounds
and scratches, he had travelled in the forest for a long time. This man was Wong Guan
and he was now standing inside the Temple Of Gold and indeed, pounds and pounds of
gold were shining before his eyes. He took as much of the treasure he could take, but while he was
taking the gold he saw a sword floating a little bit above the pile of gold. Wong Guan had never
seen a sword so beautiful and decided to take it away. When his hand nearly grabbed the handle,
red words suddenly appeared on the blade.
“This is the sacred sword of the temple, who and which shall touch it will bring an awful
curse until his death.” Wong Guan never believed in curses, he ignored the curse and grabbed the
handle of the sword. He put it in his super-big and filled-with-gold backpack.
Then, the blade of the sword glowed red.
Thirty years later in the middle of the northern borders of the Xia dynasty, Wong Dong was
standing on the walls of the northern defenses of his country. He was the son of Wong Guan
and his father’s wealth had given him the rank of General of the Jin army. However, while he
was appreciating his important rank in the army, he remembered the tragedy of his “unlucky”
father. His father was always sorrowful and sad, and unlucky things often happened to him. For
example, a snake fell on his head while he was eating supper one fateful night. His father had also
died at an early age, about 30 years old, two years after his mysterious exploration which made
him wealthy.
Wong Dong walked down the walls and went to his tent where he rested. He looked at the
box in the corner of his tent. Inside was the sword of his father. He again remembered the last
words of his father: “Never touch this sword, my son.” He looked at the box again and realized it
was now battered and old and its colors also faded. Wong Dong opened the box and looked at the
sword, he was astounded by its beauty and also decided to hold it for a while. Then, he saw the red
words on the blade: “This is the sacred sword of the temple, who shall touch it will bring an awful
curse until his death.” His father’s last words also swarmed into his head. Wong Dong ignored the
curse and thought this was all his father’s idea to make the sword belong to him forever. Although
he wondered for a while how words suddenly appeared on the blade, he still decided to hold the
sword for a while. As he grabbed the handle, the blade suddenly glowed red.
“The rebels!” cried the soldier from the watchtower. Wong Dong quickly ran to the command
tower with the sword in his hands.
“Archers, fire at the first line of the advancing army!” commanded Wong Dong. But strangely,
his archers all missed their targets and the rebel army was already on the walls killing the
archers and destroying the walls. Wong Dong quickly realized defeat; he took some supplies and
weapons (including the sacred sword), got on a horse and escaped from the battle.
He rode and rode (unaware where he was heading) until he was tired and needed a rest. He
then found out he was in the middle of a forest. “I travelled north, I must be in the Gobi forest!”
said Wong Dong to himself. He took out the sword which once belonged to his father and observed
it, then again, the blade turned red. Water and waves charged towards him. “What? Waves in the
