“The story hasn’t ended,” Tyson finally spoke, after listening to us for hours.
“The Mongols didn’t become extinct after that; the survived ones even left a brutal stain in
the history. You sure you want to uncover the fact?”
My intellectual hunger was calling me.
“The remaining ones had never been so hungry and thirsty. The docile grandson, Kublai
Khan, was the first to reveal his ruthlessness. He drank the blood and ate the flesh of his people in
order to survive.” He was still so calm.
I was totally startled.
Isabel screamed.
“…so the others started to imitate his behavior. Every day, there was Mongols killing and
being killed. Sometimes they surrounded the one they hated and started to groan what we named
“criminals” today, would tear him apart, oh, that’s awful, and had they served as meals. Some
were exhilarating that retaliation was done to those they dissatisfied with; some were fear that
one day they got no more “food and drinks” to intake; and of course, some felt the “food” was an
ever awful ones, bloody, and as distasteful as hell, but for surviving they reluctantly still got a
share of food; for those who refused stubbornly to eat, they would be eaten as soon as the people
felt were in need of meat again.”
Truly I could not stand it. How could I describe such a behavior? Cruel? No, much more
serious than that. Spooky? Yes, spooky. The inhumane behavior. The insane heart. Spooky as hell.
“There was skulls and bones everywhere. Until one day, only Kublai Khan was left. He died
of hunger.”
While they had their lives maintained, they killed the others.’
“Hey,” Isabel asked, “Why do you know all these?”
“I don’t know,” Tyson shrugged his shoulder, “but my tour guide does. By the way, I still
remember my tour guide questioned us what we would do if we were the Mongols at that time. So
what would you prefer?”
“I totally have no idea about it! My mind would definitely be disordered!” She answered.
“Well, I think I would hide somewhere and kill myself eventually,” I replied reluctantly.
Darkness arrived, we rambled under a gloomy sky. The stars were not as glittering as I had
seen in my city. Under the same sky, the stars looked much desperate and restless. I had no desire
to appreciate the gloom anymore. I closed my eyes.
I was woken by an ache the next morning.
“Oh! A scorpion! My toe!” I screamed, with a distorted face, “A black scorpion. Darkness of
the Gobi.”
Isabel pointed at me and laughed, while Tyson said nothing but smiled.
Soon we started this new day, my last day in the Gobi Desert. Fatigue almost killed us as we
had walked for days. We were looking for transportation.
“Look over there! Camels!” She was delighted.
Riding on camels was an extraordinary experience. It was like riding on horses, but it was
different. It was like riding on roller coaster, but it was different.
Camels. After forest had been altered to be a desert nowadays, camels, as well as other species
such as black-tailed gazelles, marbled polecats, snow leopard, brown bears and wolves still exist.
It was undeniable that the past of the Gobi Desert was too ghastly to look at, yet I was still willing
to explore any engrossing stories in different locations. There is always another sky. I found my
