Ice Fantasy by Guo Jing Ming
Other Name: 幻城 / Huànchéng
Genre: Chinese novel
Country: China
Author: Guo Jing Ming
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Episodes: 29
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Summary:
Many years later, I stood on a rock near the coast, facing the ocean, facing my kingdom, facing my people, facing the hustling of the mortal world, and facing the flying snowbird in the sky. My tears couldn’t help but came streaming down my face.
My name is Ka Suo. I grew up in the snow fog forest. The person, who has always been by my side, was an old lady. She was an old spiritualist whom no one could even remember her age. She told me to call her granny, but she called me prince, the firstborn of the Empire of Snow. Besides the old granny, I also grew up with my younger brother and his name’s Ying Kong Shi. The two of us are the only remaining illusionists left in the Empire of Snow.
On the Code of Illusion, my name means the black city, and my brother’s name is translated as mirage. We have different mothers but of the same father, who is also the ruler of the Empire of Snow. My father is the greatest king in history because he is the one who led the Ice Tribe to victory during the holy war with the Fire Tribe. But this is also the war that caused an irreparable impact to our royal family – three of my older brothers and two of my older sisters died in this decades-long war. This is also why Shi and I are the only illusionists left.
This soul-stirring battle had scarred many people’s memories, but in my memory, the entire earth was filled with sharp icicles and burning flames. The sky was icy white and the earth was flaming red. At that time I was in the palace with my parents. I saw my father’s solemn face and the frown on my mother’s face. Whenever someone came back to report on the death count, I could see my father’s burly body trembling slightly, and my mother would be sobbing quietly in one corner. The fiery red flame has become the most vivid memories of my childhood picture. And my siblings’ cries of desperation had become the background music of the picture. It was the music that I could never forget, and it never stopped entering my dream. Everytime I struggled to wake up from these nightmares, granny would always use her rough yet warm palm to stroke my cheek, smiling at me and said, “My prince, they will wait for you at the front. You will get to meet them in the end.”
I asked her. “Does it mean I will die as well?”
Link: Ice Fantasy” by Guo Jing Ming. English Translation
