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The Journey Towards the Magic Within Queen Elizabeth School Old Students' Association Secondary School, Lee, Sze Yuen Mars - 13 The walls were freshly painted and the windows were so shiny that you could see your reflection in them. Inside the building, the school bell rang and the students began descending the stairs into the canteen. Except for one extraordinary kid who stayed in the quiet classroom, all alone. He was examining a piece of paper, writings scribbled all over it. The silence was broken when three bullies barged into the classroom. They marched over to the table where the boy was sitting. “Oh! Little idiot is reading fairy tales!” said one of the bullies, before roaring with laughter. Extremely annoyed, the boy sitting at the table rose to his feet, stuffed the paper into his pocket, and stormed out of the classroom. The boy’s name was Sam, an 11-year-old boy. He was extremely intelligent, and the youngest student in his high school. He also had a very good imagination. We all believe in different things, some reality and some fantasy. Fairy tales are often considered childish, and make-believe. However, Sam believed that some fairy tales were real and that magic actually existed. He especially believed the tale about the Yellow Mountains, also known as China’s Magical Mountains. Legend has it that deep in the mountains lived a wise wizard who understood the power of magic. Sam would often be teased for talking about his belief in the magic wizard, causing him to doubt himself. Finally, he couldn’t stand the bullying any longer and decided to unravel the truth once and for all. “ I will prove that magic exists.” Sam said. The following day, he boarded a plane and flew to the home of the Yellow Mountains in Anhui Province, eastern China. His mission was to seek out the temple where the magical wizard was thought to have lived and find out whether magic really exists. He arrived at the foot of the mountains where the wizard lived according to the fairy tale. “To find the magic that you seek, take the third road on the left, follow the path forward no matter how steep, on to the highest peak, you may be the wizard’s guest.” Sam peered up at the majestic mountains that stood before him. The peaks were blanketed in a thick white morning mist. He then began his journey onto the faint path up the mountains. The terrain of the mountain was rocky, it’s surface was barren, with no trees. As Sam progressed up the mountain, he felt the air become thinner and with it he noticed the landscape become greener. Barren ground merged into thick trees. The sound of a stream could be heard as he continued along the narrowing, rocky path. He soon came to a crossroad. Unsure of the direction to take, Sam then recalled part of the tale he had read. “ Far left corner which you can see, there’s a waterfall in front of me, my place lies behind, which if you seek, you will find.” It was clear to him now that the only thing he had to do was continue left, following the sound of the trickling water. As he forged ahead, the sound of the water became louder, thundering down from above. Sam then realised he arrived at the famous Baizhang Waterfall, this marked the halfway point of his journey. The path became steep as he continued to climb. As he approached the end of the road along the cliff-side, a humongous rock blocked the narrowing path. Sam decided that the only way to carry on his journey was to climb around the side of the cliff. Gripping the wall hard, he slowly edged sideways, there were small rock steps on the side of the cliff’s wall which appeared in the shape of a dragon. He stepped onto the rocks to help him balance, when something strange happened. Suddenly, the dragon-shaped rock became life-like shifting from left to right, then as sudden as it happened, it became still again. Sam was shocked, he shook his head so vigorously, that it caused him to slip and fall off the cliff. His scream echoed among the mountain ranges as Sam fell, landing on the ground below. When he regained consciousness, Sam was soaking wet and realized that he was lying in a shallow pond, he looked around to find himself in a cave behind the Baizhang Waterfall. Sam recited another part of the fairy tale aloud: “You’ll come upon a rock along the way, Behind it, silver apple trees grow every day. Pass the door that lies behind, A hybrid statue is what you’ll find.” He spun around and walked toward the triangular rock, it was so dark that Sam couldn’t make out what lay beyond the dim light. His instincts told him that undoubtedly he was heading in the right direction. With his mind made up, he walked ahead. He spread out his arms, feeling his way around. After bumping into a few rocks, he came across a doorway. Feeling curious, Sam kicked open the door, and a blinding flash of light illuminated out from the doorway. Sam squinted as he struggled to open his eyes. Then what he saw stunned him. The path presenting him was golden, ahead stood a three-storey temple. The temple’s roof was blood red and walls were shimmering silver. There were trees with silver-coloured apples bordering each side of the path. The place appeared to be inside the Yellow Mountain, shielded from sunlight, but the trees grew brightly. Sam’s jaw dropped in shock. He pinched himself, and as he felt the pain, it confirmed that he was not dreaming. For years he believed in the fairy tale, but he never ever believed that he would one day end up in the magical place of his dreams. He slowly walked through the garden, taking in the view. It felt like many days passed when he finally reached the door to the temple. Just as the fairy tale had described it, there stood the hybrid statue, part human, part dragon. It looked impressive but weird. At first, Sam did not know what to do, but then he turned his head and caught sight of a rusty sign with faded words on it: Answer the question and you will be able to enter: The legendary beast of China, a fire breathing creature, also known to be the most magical creature. What is its name? “A dragon.” Sam answered. Then the door opened and Sam stepped in without hesitation. Suddenly, the room burst into brightness. An old man appeared in the centre of the room, he had long silver hair, and a short white beard, his blue eyes met Sam's, and for a moment they stared at each other. Then Sam broke the silence, “Is this real, or is it just my imagination?” “It is very real,” the wizard said, “So, do you believe in magic? What is it you seek?'' “Is it real, then?” Sam asked eagerly. The wizard smiled, “If you truly believe, only then will you discover. If you never believed in magic, you would never have come. You will discover that it is more important to believe in the magic within yourself, than to prove its existence to others.” “So magic exists.” Sam muttered to himself, getting excited. “Yes.” the old wizard said. “The most complex magic is to believe that the impossible is possible. You are one of the few that have mastered it, during your journey here.” The old wizard took a long breath, and pulled out a long stick, most likely a wand. “So, magic exists in you now, use it well.” he said. With a flick of the wizard’s wand, Sam travelled back to the school that he left days ago. Sam found himself at the gates of his school. His adventure was over, but the magic had just begun. The school bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. Sam entered the school and made his way back to class. “I wonder if I really have magical powers,” Sam whispered to himself. Then, in front of him stood the bullies. “Where have you been, idiot? We didn’t see you during lunch!” the bullies aggressively yelled at Sam. Sam became anxious and his hungry stomach began to make loud, rumbling noises. The bullies burst into laughter. Then, the most amazing thing happened. Sam placed his hand into his apparently empty pocket and felt a tingle in the tips of his fingers. Something squishy materialized into his hand. He pulled it out, and to his astonishment, it was an egg and luncheon meat sandwich, his favourite. “Thanks to China’s Magical Mountains, I’ve learnt the precious lesson of the importance of self-confidence and courage.” he whispered thoughtfully. Ignoring the bullies, Sam grinned to himself, slumped into his seat, and began to munch on his sandwich while reminiscing about his magical adventures to the Yellow Mountains of China. The Destiny That Lies Within Shanghai American School - Pudong Campus, Ali, Raahim - 12 Part 1: Biyu A sudden creaking noise diminished the solace of my wooden room. Then another. And another. I started to realize that the disturbing sounds were getting closer. I knew what this meant as the final creaking sound was a stomp on the floor next to me. My eyes shot open as I looked toward my window and saw the sun glaring in my face, taunting me as it knew what kind of hell would be brought upon me today.