Gobi Specto Lucem
Singapore International School, Lee Yu Qiao, Fiction: Group 2
H
ave you ever heard of Gobi Specto Lucem? Well, of course not. After her disappearance,
those who remembered her told stories of her battle. Only a few know about her today.
So when I finish this story, I want you to pass it on, just as I once promised.
There once was a girl called Gobi Lucem, who was known as the ‘Sweet Girl’ of the
village. At first, people had many suspicions for she arrived there no older than the age of four.
Nobody knew how she remembered her name. Being born with wavy brown hair and big hazel
eyes, everyone soon grew a soft spot for her. She lived in a village which was hidden in a desert.
Not many knew of it, so when her life took a turn for the worse, almost nobody found out.
There was a feud between the desert village that Gobi lived in and the moon village no
more than 50 miles away. Both of them fought hard for the limited supply of water, so the minor
dispute rose to an all out war. After fighting for a little over a week, they called a truce. This all
happened before Gobi was born. Now the two villages would be considered as rivals, but nothing
had happened between them, at least, not yet.
Gobi had a secret that no one knew. But that would be changed as soon as her seventh
birthday came around. When she was walking along the edge of the only forest found for miles
around, her ears picked up a faint shouting sound. That was followed by the snapping of twigs
and bushes being trampled. This meant only one thing. Their rival village was back to settle their
score. She raced back to the clearing that separated the forest from civilization. Shouting out a
warning, Gobi followed some others who disappeared into their houses and came back out with
swords and shields in their hands. She herself hid in a wardrobe covered by clothes. Even if she
was powerful, she knew better than to try and join in the fight. People were running around now,
preparing medicines and grabbing bandages for the wounded to come. When the first sight of the
attackers were seen, both villages called out a battle cry and rushed forward.
Sounds of metal clashing and cries of pain were all that was heard for no less than two days.
By then more than 49 people were injured and 37 dead. The were losing, but a dozen or two of
people were still standing. The houses were already burned to ashes while the floor was covered
in blood and not one spot was clean. Only a few pieces of furniture remained. During the war,
Gobi resorted to sleeping hidden in the rubble and debris. A small peephole was enough to keep
her updated. Medical supplies were already very low. The attackers were winning, and Gobi knew
she had to do something fast. Her mind was having a mental battle. Would her love for her village
overcome the risk of being shunned for her abilities? In the end, her loyalty won the battle and
she leapt out of her hiding spot. Everyone stopped and stared at her strangely. Was she foolish or
just plain crazy? What they saw was nothing they expected.
Her hands were cupped together, and she chanted exactly four lines in four different
languages. Everything happened in slow motion. Everybody was affected except for Gobi. She
moved around like everything was fine.
What was going on? The shock that showed on their faces did not stop Gobi from performing
her next move. She held her hands out in front of her and moved them around, like she was
moving something. If it was possible, her victims’ mouths would have dropped to the floor. She
was moving them around like they were puppets and she was a puppeteer! Their bodies moved
