Fiction: Group 2
again, multicolour flames danced up around me. A beautiful wall of fire separated me from the world. Pain
shot through me as the fire burned my mighty wings. I was dying, dying. I had known this was to happen.
No going back. A single tear leaked from the corner of my eye. It glistened, pausing for a moment before
trailing down my cheek. The flames licked at my hair, my legs, my wings, me everything. This was the end.
“Save all those who are cursed, and all those who will be cursed, for on this very day, I bless the dried up
crater where the river meets the sea. I bless it.”
My tears water the crater of dry land where the sea meets the earth, the place where curses are laid, was.
They filled it up, making the Pearl River delta. It watered the grounds where water has not touched for
centuries. Colourful flowers sprang from where my tears touched the earth. As my life slipped away, I wore
a smile, a true pure smile. It was there because I had saved so many from a terrible curse, an evil fate. I died
laughing.
