Fiction: Group 4
Solar Orb
St. Margaret's Co-Educational English Secondary and Primary School
(Secondary Section), Jacinto, Aaron - 16, Fiction: Group 4
alcifer!!” I screamed.
I stared in horror as flames began ravaging the man behind me. The flames began to feast on
the décor in the grand hall.
A maniacal laughter filled the giant hall. The man sitting on a throne smiled wickedly in extreme delight. It
made my blood boil. I wanted to rip that smile off his face.
“Oh, Howl.” Sighed the maniacal man. “You sure did amuse me for a while but I guess your crusade has
finally come to an end.”
“It’s not over yet, Varric. I’m going to end this madness.” I declared while tightening my grip on the orb.
“I think not.” Varric laughed. “Your prophecy is false and your friends nowhere to be seen and the most
useless of the lot thinks that he can overthrow me?”
I took a deep breath and bolted towards the throne.
The maniacal man clicked his fingers and simultaneously the floor began to collapse revealing a giant crevice
and a sea of flames found at the bottom.
I ran. Paintings fell, artifacts crashed, the glassed roof collapsed.
I made it on the stairway that led to the throne. I leapt through the flight of stairs and came face to face with
the devil himself.
I was about to show him a piece of my mind but, with a smile of impure and satanic glee, Varric kicked me
off the stairs towards the crevice that caught up near the stairs. I plummeted towards the molten lava and lost
all hope….
You know when you’re about to die and you see your whole entire life begins to flash before you? Well,
that didn’t happen. Disappointed, I decided to figure out what went wrong with this forsaken life.
I smirked. Nope, nothing. I’m absolutely perfect. Well, except for going on this noble quest of grand danger
and unseen sceneries.
While, I’m falling of this terribly long distance to my fiery doom, I might as well recollect my memories
before burning alive.
It all began….
With me unconscious and beaten up on a dirt road in the rain in the most dangerous part of Hong Kong.
Rain poured on my fabulously beaten up face, waking me up to the ever gloomy polluted skies. My head
hurt like hell and made me feel like being sick all over the place. But, I do have standards. I am royalty, after
all.
As I searched for the most appropriate and not-almost-collapsing hostel, I watched as people of this district
were all begging me for coin, stealing whatever they can get their hands on even underwear from broken
windows and people breaking into houses and robbing them.
“That’s to be expected from the low classed district” I thought. “History books showed how marvelous of a
city Hong Kong was; now it’s just a living waste dump.”
I found an acceptable hostel of an inn and entered it. I looked around the place. The inn was filled thugs of
all shape and sizes, all drinking their bottles of water and darting looks at me. A bulky man approached me.
He towered over me and shoved me to a side.
“Is there a problem, good sir?” I asked calmly.
“Why, yes pretty boy. You’re going to hand me all your money right now, or else.” He threatened.
“Or else, what? You’re going to pummel me? Hit me? Kick me? By all means, go ahead.”I offered.
He was about to give me a right hook to the face but I interrupted him.
“But you wouldn’t want Gospel guards to find me all beaten up, now would you?” I challenged while
putting my hand on his shoulder.
“I can take a couple of guards, all by myself!” He shouted while flexing his muscles.
“Don’t you see what I’m wearing? Only royals like me can afford ruby embedded coats like these and wear
scarves made of the finest silk in all of China.” I asked while presenting him my clothes.
I tiptoed to get close to his ear.
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