against their will, and they raised their swords and knives to their necks and plunged it in. Gobi
could not afford to feel pity now. She was aware that her hands were faintly glowing red. When
she dropped her hands down and sighed, the villagers were able to move again. To say they were
surprised was an understatement.
“Wha…what...how?” seemed to be all they were saying.
Gobi tiredly shook her head. “My mother was a witch who started teaching me at the age of
two.” she whispered.
Shouts of disbelief were heard throughout the crowds, but they soon fell silent as she
continued her tale.
“Two years later, a cobra bit my mother when she was hunting and her dying words were,
‘Run to the East and don’t stop.’ I ran as fast as I could until I reached here.”
Many mothers had glassy eyes now, but suddenly a man shouted, “She’s a threat! We need to
get rid of her!”
Some thought that she should be cast out of civilization and left to die in the baking desert,
while the rest insisted she be honoured for stopping one of the most brutal wars in three decades.
In the end, they took a voting and the results were shockingly close. The difference between the
two results was less than a quarter dozen.
A burly man stepped up onto the huge piles of rubble and debris. He took a deep breath and
shouted, “Majority wins! Gobi will…”
She anxiously held her breath and waited.
“Majority wins! Gobi will remain in the village! In honor of our victory, this place will be
named The Gobi Desert!”
Gobi let out a sigh of relief. And from there, word had spread about Gobi’s victory and no one
dared to threaten The Gobi Desert again.
Legend says that Gobi’s descendants live scattered around the world, disguised as normal
everyday people. So when you tell this story, be sure to mention her full name. Those descendents
who carry magic in their blood will always remember their powerful ancestor.
