Battle of the Gobi
The International School of Macao, Braeden Donohoe, Fiction: Group 2
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oming, Mum!”
It was the first Sunday of November. Warm sunrays were bursting through the
window. As Jaygon crawled out of bed, he looked at his father’s picture on the wall.
“Morning, Dad,” Jaygon said. Murtal left before Jaygon was born. His mum, Jade, never
spoke about his father.
This was the day when Jaygon, his best friend Shantel and his mother were going to fly to
the edge of the Gobi to experience life in the desert. On the plane, Jade said, ”Get ready for a
new adventure.”
At the hotel, Jaygon asked once again, “Mum, can you tell me about dad?” She didn’t reply. He
was going to find out sooner than he thought.
“Jaygon! Wake up!” There were two inches of sand on the floor.
His mum looked terrified. “It’s Shantel,” she sobbed. ”She is missing and there are giant foot
marks everywhere.” He realized he might never see his best buddy again.
“SHANTEL! COME BACK!” Jaygon screamed at the top of his lungs. His mum tried to calm
him down.
“I’m sorry Jaygon, but I don’t know what to do.”
Jaygon was boiling with anger. “We are going to look for her high and low!”
They packed up and made a plan. They were going to buy camels to ride on in the Gobi and
supplies for the long trek.
The days were long and tedious. Just as they were running out of hope, Jaygon noticed
something in the distance. “Mum, look, people!” he cried. They had not seen anybody in months.
Now they had barely any water and food left. As they got closer, Jaygon realized those were not
people. Their eyes slanted into a point like eagles’.
“That can’t be, ” Jade whispered.
“Welcome to Elsador, land of the elves.”
Elves! thought Jaygon, they’re a myth!
“Wait a sec, are you Jade Fannow?” asked one of the men.
“What’s going on?” Jaygon was scared out of his shoes.
“Jaygon, meet your dad, Murtal.”
Disbelief struck Jaygon. He could not believe his dad was an elf. “You have to help! My best
friend Shantel has been kidnapped,” he begged Murtal2.54.
“Come in. It’s been years,” his dad said.
When he stepped into his Dad’s house, Jaygon was blasted with the aroma of pine needles and
mint. “It’s beautiful,” he mumbled.
“Thank you,” replied Murtal, “I worked hard to build this house. Let’s sit down and talk”.
Jaygon dropped into a wooden chair cushioned with feathers.
“So what is this about your best friend being kidnapped?” asked Murtal.
“So first of all, she was captured at night, and second, there was sand everywhere,” said
Jaygon very quickly.
“I do know someone who might be able to help.”
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