THE HISTORY-CHANGING DETOUR
Po Leung Kuk Camoes Tan Siu Lin Primary School, Ethan Cheng, Fiction: Group 2
Not too long ago, a few boys and girls about the same age as you and me completed a feat no-one
has ever tried in history.
But first of all, let me introduce them to you. The brown-haired girl is Fiona. The funky-haired boy
is Harry. The other boy with neat hair is Dave. The other pretty girl is Natalie. Remember that now.
The friends took off on a nice summer’s day with their school study tour to Beijing, China.
The originally planned 3 hour flight felt like forever as they realized the plane had been hovering
above Mongolia until an unexpected turbulence that took them to an emergency landing.
Tumbling down the emergency slide, they were first shocked by a huge wave of sand.
“TAKE COVER!” yelled the tour guide. “THIS IS ONE BIG SANDSTORM!” Fiona, who was the
brainiest, handed out sun goggles and wet towels to the gang immediately so they would not be
blinded by the sand. The children tried to stay together and walk backwards against the wind,
which was NOT an easy thing to do. They couldn’t hear anyone anymore. All they could hear and
feel is the rush of the wind.
When the storm finally stopped, the children were in the middle of nowhere. On their own.
Because of the heat, the children decided to take refuge in some caves on the Silk Road,
Mongolia (according to Google GPS). They stumbled blindly into one of the caves and collapsed
into their sleeping bags after a whole day of turmoil.
But when the children were asleep, a figure in black crept cautiously into the cave. He/she/
it fumbled with something, and suddenly a loud roar shook the entire cave. Harry lit a lamp and
held it up.
There was no-one to be seen except the lamp, the half-empty cave and themselves.
The awoken children sat on the ground, feeling tired and shivering in unexpected cold. It was
one o-clock in the morning, and they had spent all night trying to find the cause of the commotion.
Dave tried to sound upbeat. “Hey guys, maybe we’ll look around the end of the cave? I always
thought there was something fishy over there…” But three cold stares answered his question. “Oh,
okay, see you later…” Dave mumbled.
Dave lit another lamp and trudged deeper into the cave. The air was much chillier down here.
Dave shivered and pulled his jacket closer. He didn’t want to catch a cold.
Suddenly, the path ended at a big plain. Dave raised up his lamp to examine the area.
The scene he found out next was so surprising he hesitated for a while before calling the
others down.
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