whole leg was turning yellow right before my eyes. I staggered. It hurt too much to stand upright.
The beast was also in pain. It bellowed out, rolling wildly, flinging sand everywhere. The urge
to know what happened was killing me. Why was it in agony? I walk over to it, every step like
walking on spikes.
I see it. Two blue dots are growing bigger and bigger, like ink spots on blotting paper on the
rear end of that ugly thing. Why? Then, as if I was smothered by a tsunami, a wave of realization
hit me.Water! I could feel hope surging through me.So this is the key to beating this seemingly
impossible foe. I toss my machete aside. Here I am standing, defenceless with nothing in hand
apart from a canteen that was only half full and a heart full of hope. Was I crazy? Maybe.
“Come get me! “ I holler at the top of my lungs, taunting it.
It works. It turns to face me, and started slowly advancing towards me, now wary. Then, just
like before, it charged straight at me. I jumped up, leaping into the air and tilt my already open
canteen. All the precious water gushes out, landing onto its fat head. “Hiss…” Where the water
struck, the red flesh is now sizzling, quickly changing colour, from blood-red to dark blue. It
groaned, and with a another ear-splitting cry, burrowed into the sand.
The desert is now serene and I continue the tedious trek and with every step I take I wince.
The pain is unbearable, but i urge myself to continue. Not long later, I spot civilization. The many
radiantly coloured roofs was a pleasant change from the blinding dullness of the sand, each of
the houses gleaming proudly in the sun. As I stride over, tugging my camels along, tears of joy
stream down my face. After being alone in the desert with only a dozen camels and a giant worm
for company, I felt isolated from the rest of humanity. But as I enter the town, I realize I have to
face an even greater challenge: Language.
