Fiction: Group 2
The Guardian of the Pearl River Delta
Harrow International School Hong Kong, Halford, Christopher - 10, Fiction: Group 2
ran down a narrow alleyway in Shenzhen. The time - unknown, the day – unknown, and the date -
unknown. Since the mysterious letter nothing made sense. The letter, the letter that I wish that I hadn’t
read.
I’m Jack Skarr. The letter sent me on a mission to find the professor, though I’m regretting it now.
I left my family worried. I didn’t tell them I was going, didn’t tell them where I was heading.
I sat down, took a break, let the sweat on my face dry. It had covered my face for two days, or at
least that was how long I thought I’d been traveling for.
I then heard a familiar noise, the unique splash of water. At home we lived by the sea, the seashore
of Hong Kong, one of the most amazing places I know.
We would fish for hours on the beach, and my dad would always tell me the same story of when
he caught a gigantic, voluminous fish. He would always end saying “But it’s getting harder to catch fish as
the years go by.”
A loud, energetic humming emerged as the ground seemed to shake. I looked to see what
happened. There was nothing, nothing but a little house.
I went to observe what had happened and knocked on the door.
Suddenly, the old door opened revealing an old man in a lab coat.
“Come in,” the man said. “I’ve been expecting you.” He offered me a cup of tea.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“I have something to show you,” he said. That was when it hit me.
“Were you the one who sent he me the letter?” He nodded his head. “You know me?”
“It was long ago, but I am your grandfather.” Suddenly, a million thoughts shot into to my head. My
father, hints about a family secret, my mother hushing him to silence.
The strange humming sound resumed. The Earth seemed to tremble. ”We need to be quick,” he
said as he pulled my arm and pushed me into a strange portal structure.
“We’re running out of time. Remember to be done by exactly 24 hours. It’s now 11: 00pm.” He
pulled a lever. A motionless scene began and I blacked out.
I woke up, left and right, all I could see was an empty landscape. I stood up, rubbed my eyes and
searched for any sight of life.
I heard the sound of footsteps and leapt into a pile of leaves.
“What is it?” a voice said.
“I don’t know?” another replied. “Probably nothing.”
I stayed hidden, not daring to make a move. But there was a light, gleaming so bright, it blinded
my eyes.
I started to crawl towards it. I poked my head through a little hole to see millions of clay soldiers
standing there motionlessly.
Suddenly, the floor collapsed and I fell at least 3 meters hitting a hard, solid ground.
I got up and brushed the dirt of my clothes.
“You!” I didn’t turn round. “ Show yourself”
Slowly I turned and found myself staring at a soldier. “Follow me”, he said and led me towards a
grand piece of architecture.
He brought me inside a room and threw me on the floor in front of a very well clad man.
“Bow before your Emperor!”, he said. “What are you doing? Trying to escape? Trying to avoid
going to the upcoming war? Do you know what this means?”
I shook my head.
”Death!”
Two soldiers held my arms and carried me into a room. One of the warriors took out a sword.
The other soldier forced me on my knees, as the other one sharpened his sword to the point.
There was a big red stain on the floor. Blood?
He walked slowly up to me with an eerie expression carrying his sharp blade over his shoulder.
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