True Warrior
The International School of Macao, Johnathan Chan, Fiction: Group 2
I
was a rebel in my city. Everyone hated me and wanted me destroyed. I had been running my
whole life until fate gave me a new chance. I met a spy… but before you learn the present you
must learn the past, learn the story of my life, “The Story of Drake”.
In the burning hot Gobi desert, there was a place called the Sand Kingdom ruled by an
unworthy king by the name of Sayton. His subjects were only allowed one measly meal and a cup
of water a day. Since King Sayton was so cruel, he tortured all his opponents and rebels in the
city until they perished. He executed my parents because they accidentally spilled water on him.
As soon as all the rebels were gone, King Sayton thought that no one would bother him anymore.
That’s when I turned eighteen and followed in my father’s footsteps. I went into hiding and
learned to survive by myself. Every once in a while, I would go back to my city to steal food, but
mostly I had to make do with what I found in the desert outside the city walls.
On that fateful day when my story starts, I was in the middle of nowhere. Dehydrated and
tired, I was looking for a nourishing cactus. The scorching sun was in my eyes and everything
looked blurry.
I raced furiously across the sand on my camel. At that moment, I spotted a glowing-white tent
with many cacti growing around it. Someone might be sleeping in the tent, I thought. A gypsy,
perhaps. I snuck towards the tempting cacti and took out my knife ready to cut one off. Just as my
knife touched the prickly plant, a young woman’s voice yelled, “Stop! What do you think you’re
doing?” She came around the tent wearing a bright green headdress made of shiny leaves.
“You’re from the Sand Kingdom, aren’t you? You will be executed!” she roared pointing her
bronze dagger at me. “Hunter, tie him up!”
At first, I thought Hunter was a man, but then a humongous python jumped out of the tent
and wrapped itself around me.
“Yes, I am from the Sand Kingdom! But I’m a rebel!” I screamed. I thought these words could
save me and they did. Quickly, the python loosened itself and dropped back into the sand.
“A rebel? All rebels in that city are dead by now.” The girl looked at me expecting me to explain.
“Yeah,” I exhaled, “I escaped.”
“Escaped? How?”
With that said, she welcomed me into her cool tent and I began to tell her my story.
After I was done, I got even thirstier than before. “Hey you, can I please have some water
now?” I begged.
“Name’s Beatrice and help yourself.”
I ran out and cut a slit in the cactus. I sucked up the water inside like hundreds of burning
hyenas, but also saved some for later. Beatrice came out and said that she had something to
discuss with me.
“Drake, you know, you’re not the only living rebel from your town.”
“What are you saying?”
“It’s true! A long time ago, some of the rebels that escaped from the Sand Kingdom discovered
a new land, The Land of Green. Legend says…”
“You mean the story about Adam and Eve, the two Nuts and Bolts?”
