With my pen hanging limply from my hand, I just couldn’t get my head around it. How come I, just an ordinary boy, had been chosen for this? I had no answers. The ancient scroll was right there sitting in front of me. I thought ‘so, what will I write on this page?’ I didn’t know. I was still confused. Whatever I wrote down this page would be my future. But what did I want my future to be? I still didn’t know. Then something came into my head. It was marvellous, brilliant. I put my head down and, slowly, began to write.