Monday, February 24, 2014

Fu Chen and the Journey to Macau - Part 1

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Even at the break of the night, the stars glistened like pearls and shined off the river bed like crystals that were at the bottom instead of out in the dark unknown. Chen found himself in a common state of mind when he was with these stars. He wondered where they came from and what they did, why they were always there and why he always loved them. But today they would be more than just a sight, they would be his guide and protector.

Fu Chen was small for his age of ten. His hair was scruffy, his feet dirty, but his heart was of nothing but gold. He craved adventure, and on this day adventure had finally found him. He and his tiny straw and bamboo raft would go down the river and eventually reach his destination.

He did not know where he was going, or where he wanted to go, or if there was even a particular spot he wanted to settle on. The Chens had always been a seemingly nomadic people, going from place to place like the wind. It was time for him to finally set off, to start his adventure.

There was trepidation at first, there always is. Nervousness, fear, and excitement filled his mind. He kicked the raft off into the river and jumped in. His path to fate had finally started.

As the jungle he had came from faded from view, he looked back up to the skies. There was the stars, still watching without eyes, as a silent protector.

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