Fiction: Group 3
Then, suddenly, the sky turned pitch black. The clouds were threatening and malicious. Lucy screamed in
agony, as she felt a sudden force dragging her down into the river. The wind howled and the drops of rain
hissed. The distant sound of thunder shook the ground. And with that, everything was back to normal.
Lily felt weightless and free as she swam. She didn’t know where she was, but the place captivated her. She
splashed through the line of corals and through the flocks of fish …
“Lily!” A voice screeched as Lily recalled the same hissing voice that she had heard earlier.
Lily turned around. In front of her was a ghost-like figure. She looked old, with lines of wrinkles on her
face. She looked sad, yet at the same time fierce.
“Who are you? Where am I? And why did you bring me here?” questioned Lily.
“My name is HeShen and I am a spirit, The Queen of the Pearl River Delta. I have brought you into my
territory, and for why you shall soon discover.” HeShen said, with a chuckle. “Follow me now.”
Lily, petrified, followed her through the river. Then, right before their eyes, sat their destination- a breath
taking, grand, golden castle.
“This is my castle. Come in,” said HeShen.
Lily suppressed a smile, and cautiously tiptoed inside the castle. While the outside of the castle was
magnificent, the inside was even more splendid.
The floor was made of polished stones; the chandelier was made of radiant corals; while animated fishes
swam around. What captured Lily’s eye, however, were not these sights, it was instead merely a fish net.
Lying on the floor was a fish net. There was something eerie about it that enraptured Lily. Cautiously, Lily
picked up the fish net. Instantly, everything turned dark.
Lily opened her eyes. Nothing had changed at all. She was still in that fabulous castle with HeShen, yet in
front of them stood another lady, playing the guitar. She was young and pretty. She seemed jubilant and
ecstatic as the melodies flooded the room.
“That was me. I loved singing. Now, don’t speak, merely watch. ” HeShen whispered to Lily with
nostalgia.
Suddenly, the harmony that flooded the room was cut of, as soon as two adults stepped in. The young
HeShen looked up, startled.
“Sorry Mamma and Papa, I’ll do my homework now.” She apologized.
Lily saw the same irritated face she had herself, as the young HeShen grudgingly took out her homework
and not for long got stuck on a problem. The young HeShen then ran out of her room to ask her dad for a
solution on the problem she was stuck on. Lily recognized the exasperated expression on HeShen’s dad
when no method he had explained worked. Then, unanticipated, he slapped his young daughter. He called
her an idiot and told her to leave him alone. Instantly, everything turned black.
Lily opened her eyes again and the setting still had not changed. This time, however, stood a middle-aged
woman in front of them. She was elegant, and looked as if she had an exquisite taste. She was, sitting on a
desk, writing with immense concentration. Lily inferred that HeShen had, following her parent’s dream for
her, become an author. Then out of the blue, lines of lyric for the song “Let Her Go” filled the air. It
seemed to be HeShen’s favorite song. A drop of tear fell from her right eye, then another; until it
accumulated into a watery puddle.
