A little girl's adventure. - 298 words
|I am Biyu, number one daughter. I was born on April 1 of a certain year, in the luxurious cabin of a Chinese Junk, my mother attended by a dozen scurrying servant girls.
My father was a wealthy merchant who managed to remain on good terms with the new Mongol dynasty, the Yuan.
Growing up on ships and various shores, I had two younger brothers and a dog, rather aptly named Chu, whom all the sailors wanted to eat. It was quite a job for father to keep Chu off the menu.
Often, while living on shore in the large, bustling city of Hangzhou, my brothers and I would go exploring in the wild areas around Xili lake.
Oblivious to who may have been watching, we played our child’s play, making little forts from brush and sticks, and imagined we lived like cave people of ancient times.
Once while clearing some brush, I received a sharp sting that soon grew into a burning pain. Through my tears, I cried out for my brothers to help me. But they were gone, having run away in fear for their lives.
Before me, stood three tall, stone age warriors. Scarred and tattooed, with bits of bone through their nose and ears, they gathered me up and ran with a speed I could not have imagined. Arriving deep in the wilderness they lay me down on a reed mat where a wizened old white man spoke soft words to my feverish brain.
“Hello little one. You have been bitten by a Millennium Krait. If you survive, you will live for a thousand years.”
The year I was born was 1361. I am now 656 years old. I have outlived 19 husbands and 86 children. Tomorrow I will go hiking around Xili lake.