Fiction: Group 3
The Step Till Heaven
South Island School, Turnbull, Mia - 14, Fiction: Group 3
he sleepy yet quite romantic fishing village of Coloane, a place where land meets sea. I can’t help
but notice the monolithic representative of a god, a divine figure, staring into the horizon. “Sokka
pay attention, stop daydreaming”, said Eileithyia. I turn my head towards the chalkboard, and then
to the clock ‘5mins’ till school ends’ I thought. How on earth can my sister be so drawn to such a lifeless
subject? I mean religious studies, ‘Why do people believe?’ or ‘What is the meaning of life?’ such big
question that can never be answered. “Class, homework is page forty-seven to forty-nine of textbook, due
next week Tuesday, all question,” said Ms. Daphne. I shoved my books into my satchel, and rushed out of
class, down the hallway. Eileithyia caught up with me. “What do you want”, I snarled.
“What’s wrong grumpy pants”, she asked.
I sighed.
“Cats got ya tongue” she said laughing.
“Go away, Eileithyia” I hissed.
“Fine, just because Utu can't meet you by Mazu doesn’t mean you act like that”
Mazu, the only place brother Utu and I meet up every day. Brotherhood bonded by faith and trust, not by
blood. Yesterday he told me, he wouldn’t come to the statue, that he had ‘something’ important. What
could be more important than a tradition we’ve been doing since we were six?
The next day would reveal the trust between man and god, and I wasn’t prepared for what was installed.
A quiet Saturday morning by the coast is normally how I start the day. It was considerably foggy you can
barely outline the land stretching off of Macau. I sat myself on a boulder by the water line, took out my
sketching pad and charcoal pencil out of my satchel, and started sketching a distorted image of some sort of
reptile. That’s when I made out faint humming noise coming from the thick fog. My brain ignored it, but
for my human instinct of curiosity took over. I gently put down my stuff, and leaned towards the fog.
‘Creak’. I looked down.
A three dimensional image of a woman’s face made out of the ripples in the water, hands made purely out of
liquid reached for my face and covered my ears. I’m in this state of mind where I’m frozen, paralyzed not
from astonishment neither fear. Her lips moved, I couldn’t hear a thing nor lip-read it. In an instant I was
under water, I assume my satchel fell in with me because I see my textbook sinking like an anchor into the
depths of darkness. Next to me, in the corner of my eye I see my picture slowly being engulfed by water,
then suddenly stops horizontally right way up. Suddenly a sea serpent like creature came out of my drawing
swam round me then to this female like figure. I finally had control of all of my limbs and I ferociously
kicked my legs, and then submerge for a breath of air. I went back down, she was gone.
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