The Lone Adventurer
Korean International School, Christopher Lo, Fiction: Group 3
D
uring the dark 13th century, there was a man called the “Lone Adventurer”. He was
said to be brave, honourable and eager to aid people who were unfortunate but his main
weakness was greed. People said that he was a Lord to Genghis Khan but nobody had
solid evidence. Nobody even really knew his real name. One day his aid took him to the
Gobi Desert.
The Lone Adventurer went into the bustling capital of Mongolia called Ulan Bator and while
he was buying some daily supplies, a shocked man suddenly approached him. “Help me please!” he
cried. “My daughter has been taken from me!” the man screamed. They were asking for a ransom
that he couldn’t afford at all. The Lone Adventurer asked the man, “Do you know where the
Bandits went?” “I don’t know where they have taken her,” the man muttered. The Lone Adventurer
agreed to help him. He started with his preparation. He got his mighty sword, his best bow and
arrows and his trusty steed called “The Wild Wind”. He brought with him a leopard skin to
survive in the harsh climate. He went out of the great capital in a matter of hours.
For a while he thought that it was going to be easy, but he hadn’t got any leads so he stopped
by the next restless city and wanted to find some clues from the people there. There were dead
bodies everywhere; eagles were hovering in the air. There was a massacre not long ago. He knew
that the bloody bandits went through there. He looked for survivors and with luck he found a
wounded villager and asked what happened. The Villager replied sourly, “The Bandits wanted
supplies for free, we didn’t give them anything and the bandits robbed and burnt our village.”
The Lone Adventurer asked the villager forcefully, “Did the Bandits have a girl with them?” The
villager replied with a stark voice, “Yes, they did.” The Lone Adventurer helped to heal the villager
and went on his quest. “Where did they go?” “They went south!”
The Lone Adventurer went down south, to the cold blooded and conquering Gobi Desert,
where he would find the Bandits and save the man’s daughter. He had been disheartened by the
cold and evil desert. During his travels he found an abandoned temple. He dismounted from his
trusty steed and ventured in. When he entered the temple he found fallen warriors, and at the
very minute they rose up, they tried to attack the Adventurer. The Lone Adventurer grabbed
his sword and fought a battle with several warriors and soon they were disposed of. The Lone
Adventurer got out of the temple as fast as his dashing feet could take him and fled. He thought of
coming back to the temple for gold and rare antiques.
Following the footsteps of camels and horses, a bandit camp was in sight near sunset and he
saw that poor girl in sorrow in the gustily wind. He decided to charge the bandits head on. The
fearful bandits charged on their mean steeds and were shot down by the Adventurer’s arrows. He
soon went into the Master’s tent and met a huge man called Xiao Ming who was one of the most
feared bandits in the north of China and Mongolia. They said he cheated death more than once.
“Hello,” he said in a calm voice. “You got past my defense of buffoons?” he said laughingly. “Most
people don’t get past my line of defense,” he said plainly. “I shall cut you down!” He cried and took
out his sword and attacked the Lone Adventurer. They fought on for several minutes and soon,
the Lone Adventurer found Xiao Ming’s weakness and crippled his legs and torso. “You want the
girl?” he shouted. “Fine! You have her!” He disappeared into dust.
