castle, one of them looked like my father. There were scars all over their bodies.
We sat on a sofa. The sofa was comfortable. It came from Italy and was grand and beautiful. A
slave came to the wizard and whispered to him. The wizard got out of the room. Suddenly, there
was a voice, “Angela, Angela.” I looked backed. The slave who looked like my father ran to us. He
grabbed Kris’s and my hand and took us to the garden.
“What are you doing? Who are you?” I shouted.
“Angela! My little princess!” he cried.
“Dad? Are you my dad? Where have you been? I miss you very much!” I said.
“I was caught by the wizard. I couldn’t escape because the wizard put a spell on me. The
wizard loves to catch people how come to his castle to be his slaves. You two must get out of here
now. Hurry!” my father said.
However, it was too late. The “dog” and the wizard were behind of us. The dog attacked us. My
father took out the magic wand and said, “Malimalihomliza!” A sword appeared in front of Kris.
Kris used the sword to fight with the “dog”. The “dog” used his tail to hit me, but I couldn’t move
because the wizard used magic to tie me up. I was so scared. My father ran in front of me. The
“dog” hit him. My father’s heart was stabbed with the “dog”’s tail. My father died.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed.
Suddenly, a light glimmered in the sky. The merchant sent some people to rescue us. The
wizard was caught by the police. The slaves were released but my father died.
Two years later, Kris became my husband. We loved each other.
Every night, I write a letter to the moon. The pale face of the moon recalls the memory of my
beloved father and the journey in the Gobi Desert.
