camel and dragged me towards a run down cottage where he sat me down at a table. He said,
“With Genghis Khan…” His voice trailed off.
“Who is Genghis Khan?” I interrupted.
“The man who enslaved you and brought you here, he likes everything just so. One tiny hair
shorter than the other, he would send the barber flying out of the window. One pinch of salt more
than his liking, he would execute the cook. What I’m telling you is: to be careful. Now run back
to Genghis Khan and serve him well.”
I creaked open the door and I sprinted right out of the city gates, as far away from the palace
as I could. I knew I shouldn’t but what choice did I have if I didn’t want to be a servant, let alone a
servant of Genghis Khan. My feet were in enormous pain and covered with blisters in the sand. I
stopped when a family said to me:
“Your Father is dead. His body was full of wounds and half buried in blood stained sand. He
was robbed and killed during his journey to Ulaan Bator.”
Blinking back tears I fled deeper and deeper into the desert to find shelter. The hot sand was
burning against my bloody feet. I stared at the sun and watched it set. The sun was a magnificent
shade of crimson. The sand’s colour of red seemed to melt away. The breeze grew stronger but
I have to keep going. I scrunched up in a ball as if it was the only way to keep me safe. When
morning arose, I shook off the sand on my old ragged clothes that were once so fine. In despair,
I kept going. The sun was beating against my face and the scorching sand was burning my
wounded feet. I trudged further and further from the city where I escaped. Unexpectedly, I
stumbled across a dark cave that I now call home, and everyday I say to myself, tomorrow is a
new day and I will always have hope that I will find my home.
