The Dragon’s Wall
Michelle
hate this life.
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Lo, Group 2: Fiction, Yew Chung International School Primary Section
I really, really, hate this life.
I know I did the right thing but I still hate this life. I don’t like all the noise and the tourists or the
ic. A dragon like me shouldn’t be a tourist attraction.
It all began like on an ordinary day. I was in the Imperial Garden relaxing. The sun bathed my silver
scales, and the wind blew around me in a soft breeze. I could hear the noise of ministers talking and discussing
government matters. Everything was normal until I heard an unusual sound, coming from outside the city gates.
I decided to have a look at what was going on.
I
Flying high, I saw a whole army of soldiers approaching. Their horses were charging at full gallop and they
were preparing to fire. Their tough armour made them look fearsome.
I started to fly away, but I felt guilty. How could I let the people who cared for me die? I would be horribly
ashamed if I did so.
I suddenly had an idea.
I swooped down in front of the army. I crashed into the ground and turned into stone. I stopped the army in
their tracks, but only for a moment. They started smashing my body, in order to attack.
I didn’t receive much damage, but unfortunately half of my head got smashed in the process. I heard the
distant sound of the alarm bells ringing. I knew they were saved.
Suddenly the Chinese soldiers stormed out. The Mongol leader shouted a command in a foreign language.
The soldiers charged and the Chinese fought the enemy face to face.
I don’t want to talk about it. It was a gruesome and horrid battle. I saw war for the first time, and I didn’t
like it at all. Not one bit. But I suppose I must tell you.
The enemy won. The Mongols took over China.
I was lucky that they didn’t tear me down.
I’m very old now. I’ve been through a lot of wars and victories, but now tourists are writing stuff on me,
carelessly smashing my back spines, and littering my back with rubbish. They treat me like a piece of rubbish
with no respect, making me feel sad.
So please, don’t mistreat me. Don’t litter me with your plastic bottles or metal cans. Don’t do anything bad.
Everyone deserves the right to be treated fairly.
So if you ever go to Beijing, you can find me, old and crumbly. Please remember, don’t hurt me. I am the
last of my kind, the last of the Great imperial Dragons.
But others just call me the Great Wall.
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