 
          Fiction:  Group 2
        
        
          “Oh, just a test to determine if you deserve to be set free from the Pearl River Delta,” the Hydra
        
        
          explained lightly. My spirits were lifted immensely. I was delighted and immediately asked for the test
        
        
          papers. The Hydra cracked up as it heard this. “Who said anything about a test paper? The Test of Freedom
        
        
          is a trial of your courage and bravery!” I was then told very precisely what to do:  I had to go to the palace
        
        
          of Poseidon and steal his trident.
        
        
          I agreed, unaware of how dangerous it was. As I was about to set off on this perilous journey into
        
        
          the deep sea, I was given a backpack, in which I was supposed to secure the holy trident.
        
        
          After what seemed like eternity, I reached a towering dwelling. Judging by the turquoise glimmer
        
        
          of its exterior, I predicted correctly that it was the home of Poseidon. I flinched at the sight of the robust
        
        
          and heavily-armed guards. Quickly, I thought of a strategy. I inched up on the guards and took them by
        
        
          surprise. This would give me the privilege of a head-start. They swung their clubs at me and I ducked. My
        
        
          swift and agile reflexes made me fast as lightning; while their armor and helmets slowed them down. I got
        
        
          past them in no time.
        
        
          As fast as a speeding bullet, I dashed into the room…and there, to my expectation, was the
        
        
          shimmering trident! I was just about to reach for it when I felt a surge of guilt. It was wrong. No matter
        
        
          how much I wanted to get back home, I couldn’t do it. I had already messed up my life and shouldn’t
        
        
          commit another crime. I left the palace empty-handed, and that was when I realized I had passed the test.
        
        
          Bravery was demonstrated when I fought the guards. Courage was shown because by doing what was right,
        
        
          I proved my integrity. I was filled with a gush of hope as I learned the invaluable lesson.
        
        
          When the Hydra heard my story, it roared in fury, and with a violent swipe of its heads, I was sent
        
        
          back to the orphanage with my head held high.
        
        
          Long live the virtues – hope, courage and integrity. I hope these virtues will also inspire those who
        
        
          need to overcome whatever hurdles they have to cross in life.