The Darkness Inside the Tomb
German Swiss International School, Catrina Yang, Fiction: Group 2
S
ire! There is danger up ahead! March, but be cautious. Consider your mind before your
powerful army pushes ahead!” suggested General Kawoobi.
“What nonsense you speak! Get lost! People would think we are afraid of entering the
tomb of one of the greatest warriors – Temujin the Genghis Khan! We will not hear your
words and we will march ahead no matter what lies in our distance,” decreed Emperor Cheu-ai-minh.
So the brutal army marched ahead ignoring General Kawoobi’s words of warning. They
advanced up a meandering cobble path that led to the mausoleum. But, as they entered, they found
a bloody corpse on the claret-coloured ground. They could do nothing but shudder with fright.
Only the emperor did not move. He stood sturdy and still like a statue, glaring at the
embellished structure with ferocious eyes like fire. “Walk confidently on! Even if death lies in our
short fate this day, we shall be known for it. What do you say? Cheu-ai-minh the mighty conqueror
and his savage, powerful army who sacrificed themselves to Temujin,” announced the emperor.
“Hear, hear!” cried the terrible army.
So they marched forward, no matter what lay in their way. Then, as they marched into the
beautiful, wondrous mausoleum in single file, their eyes widened in astonishment as they admired
the luxuries of the tomb.
Next, they came to a golden path, decorated with glimmering sapphires, diamonds and
emeralds. Lilac and scarlet geraniums were set stunningly into porcelain vases. There were also a
lot of bristly, booby-trapped objects hovering in the air and thumping on the ground.
This path led to a huge studded, cobalt door, bolted to the ceiling. The army used their
powerful lances to strike it open.
Suddenly, the door burst open into a dark, dusky room. Inside, was a massive statue of a
jackal brandishing a rapier up high and a trident glowed at its side. Barely readable were Chinese
characters saying “Need…peace, don’t enter.”
Out of his mouth flowed water. The soldiers ran forward to sip the water to quench their thirst.
Then there came a breeze of a strong smell. Leather? Pickled walnuts? What a strange odour!
As they ran forward and began to greedily cup water into their mouths, the soldiers began
grimacing and holding their stomachs, they fainted.
A faint smile formed on the Jackal’s face. Then, a spikey figure dived towards them, pierced
their brawny torsos, and the claret red bodies exploded in the entrance of the tomb…
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