The Angel of Gobi Desert
French International School, Sharlen Daveau, Fiction Group 2
A
t the end of a long street stood a small shop. Luna stared at it. “Strange”, she thought,
and wondered what was in there. Curious, she first checked if someone was looking but
there was no one, so she walked in.
Slowly, she looked around the dark and dusty shop. She heard squeaking noises!
Rats with bright red eyes were scurrying around the creaky, wooden floor. Cobwebs hung
down the ceiling. Luna started playing with the cobwebs like it was a harp. She tugged at the
shimmering gold threads on the web. Then suddenly BOOM! Luna fell into a hollow tunnel,
floating in pitch black. Luna landed in a cave. It smelt like burning sand. She heard an echo of
long whimperings.
She crawled towards the sound. Luna spotted a long and white beard, that shone in the dark. It
was a wizard and he was tied up to a long piece of stalagmite. She quickly untied him. Suddenly
a toothless Mongolian nomad with crinkly skin appeared. He was the one who had captured the
wizard! Luna did not know what to do. The wizard said, “Run! The wizard took Luna’s hand and
they both tumbled forward and ran as fast as they could.
The Mongolian nomad threw a dagger that just missed them. Then he jumped forward, about
to grab them. They were at the entrance of the cave and started climbing out. Suddenly, a black
spider came from the back of the cave. The spider started making a web blocking the entrance of
the cave. The black spider had saved them!
They ran though the burning, yellow sandy dunes. As they ran out, they heard a sweet sound,
like the sound of the wind. Luna and the wizard followed the sweet melody. In the valley, they
saw a tent like a cylinder, with white rough animal skin draped over, and ropes tied around it. By
the bright red door, a little girl was playing an instrument. The little girl was pale-skinned, with
plaited hair and rosy red cheeks. She wore a mandarin collar purple robe with a yellow sash around
her waist. She was holding the handle of an instrument with a wooden horse-head on it and at the
other end was a box. The strings of the instrument and bow were made of course horsehair.
When they approached, the girl stopped playing and smiled. Gasping and out of breath, they
told the little girl about the Mongolian nomad. The small girl said she knew the man. His name
was Soho and he had slain the horse, of which her instrument was made of. The morin khuur was
made from the bones and mane of a beautiful horse that Soho had killed. So the horse became
immortal. Now the horse stays in the sky and gallops among the stars. But if she plays a special
song, he flaps his wide, white wings, as the morin khuur and the song and the horse are all
connected. He swoops down to earth to help people in distress.
The little girl started playing the special song and the notes rose through the desert, into the
sky. Then suddenly a beautiful white horse with wings came flying out of the clouds. The little
girl stroked his long mane and whispered the story of Soho and the wizard to the horse. The
wizard and Luna climbed onto the horses’ back. Gracefully, the horse started to lift and sadly they
waved goodbye to the girl and the desert.
They softly landed back in the wizard’s shop. The beautiful white horse, the angel of the Gobi
desert, flapped his wings and flew into the sky where he lives with the stars.
