Prophecy of the Sky
Gigi Ho, Group 3: Fiction, Discovery College
was in a place where I didn’t know, holding a crumbled piece of paper written in scribbled cursive letters.
The moonlight, though dim, merely allowed me to read the title, “Prophecy of the Sky” and below a poem,
“
The Knight of Peace must save our place,
Where monsters destroy our lovely race.
Reaches the top of the Great Wall,
Sees the sky ladder with the crystal ball.
As he enters the Cliff of Death,
He climbs down The Demon’s Lair,
And every monster holds their breath,
When he challenges their king, fair and square.
Run to Battlefield, go to fight,
The King of Monsters is breathing tight,
One final stab with the Sword of Peace,
Brings our world back to ease.”
As I read through the poem, there was a sudden flash of lightning blinding my eyes, and
simultaneously an unfamiliar deep voice boomed, “Remember, the one holding the Prophecy of the Sky. You
are selected as the Knight of Peace to rescue Fairyland. The fate of that place and their citizens are now resting
on your hands, waiting for your help… The prophecy will guide you, and you will find some essential tools
useful in your mission. Now, don’t waste your precious time. Wake up!”
Startled, my eyes blinked open. The morning sunlight was flowing through the windows, which was as
warm as a cozy blanket. I found myself lying in my own bed, sweating, and realized that it was a scary dream.
But surprisingly, I was actually holding a piece of crumbled paper just like the one in the dream. Beside my bed
sat a special backpack that I had never seen before, in shiny colors as if it were made of rainbow. I grabbed the
bag and opened it, spilling all the stuff inside over my bed. There laid a lot of useful tools - a diamond, some
twines, a small crystal ball with a mark the shape of a cloud surrounding with stars and a tiny wooden box
contained some multi-coloured healing powder. Without hesitation, I decided to start my journey to the Great
Wall of China for the incredible mission to save the Fairyland.
When I placed my very first step onto the Great Wall, I couldn’t help to feel nervous, as if I were
closely watched by many eyes somewhere. For the sake to race with time, I walked, climbed and ran straightly
upward without taking any rest. Until I reached the top of the Great Wall, the highest watchtower, I came to
know the sun was setting, and the sky was turning dark. It was too tired to continue the journey, and I decided
to settle down for one night in this top watchtower.
I found myself almost completely exhausted, my hands and legs were turning to jelly and my eyes
becoming weary. Suddenly, I heard strange noises mumbling around as an image was emerging from the mist
in front of me, showing a peaceful world of blue sky; beautiful houses made of candies; smiling fairies flying
freely in the air, singing birds perching on the tree tops. Nevertheless, this lovely world turned rapidly into a
ruined place, full of blood, death and fright. Out of nowhere, the low voice sounded again, “The Fairyland is
going to be destroyed. If you don’t arrive on time for the rescue, this peaceful world would be invaded by the
nasty monsters forever.”
I was really shocked by this terrible scene. However, the feeling of drowsy filled my head. I couldn’t
help to close my eyes and fell asleep. In the midnight, I was woken up by the howling of wolves. Owls were
perching on the nearby trees hooting nonstop. Driven by curiosity, I started to look for the sky ladder as hinted
by the prophecy.
After thorough search throughout the watchtower, I finally discovered a mark carved on the stone wall,
hidden in a dead corner under some hay, which was tiny, shaped like a cloud with stars surrounding it. For once,
to my recollection, this mark was familiar. I took the crystal ball out of my backpack, and instinctively I knew
what to do straightaway, as if this motion had been rehearsed many times. I pointed the ball straight at the stone
wall, making both marks identically facing each other. In a few seconds, both marks glowed sharply as bright as
the sun, and the wall slid open, bending into an arch shaped door.
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