Legend of the Gobi Desert
St. Mark’s School, Natelie Kwan, Fiction: Group 4
F
lying through the dense, rich forest and entering the land of all human beings and
dragons, Gobi, one young member of the strongest tribe in this marvelous land opened
his massive jaws wide and gave a bloody roar and raging flames. His sharp claws tore off
the ceiling of the houses and stole all their livestock and food supplies in a blink of an
eye. With his terrifying amount of strength, his family has always been the greatest fear of all
human beings, who lived in terror for decades. Gobi was a newborn dragon but he had already
mastered most of the skills to defend himself and scare off the humans. He had great fun with
all his tribe members and enjoyed killing humans. Days for the tribe went well most of the times,
with Gobi growing into a strong, older dragon with a more powerful bite and sharper claws.
Everything was bright and pleasurable for the dragons, until the day came.
Humans carrying large swords, sharpened axes and burning arrows were determined to
fight back this very day. With their new invention – Canon ball, dragons fell and smashed to the
ground one by one with a helpless scream.
‘There’s the last one! Aim at him and get him!’ One of the warriors pointed at Gobi, which was
wounded by showers of arrows and was desperately fighting his way out. Gobi sensed that he must
get up and flew off to safety as soon as possible. Before the people managed to give Gobi the final
blow, he slipped out of sight under the cover of shadows. After a long flight, Gobi can no longer
flapped his heavy and bloody wings and collapsed under the trees. Gobi’s vision blacked out.
Gobi felt something moistening his lips, then a soft towel-like mat covering his burning
wings. He lifted up his head a little and opened his eyes, followed by an angry screech he made
when he saw a man touching his wounded wings. Gobi immediately jerked up and stretched out
his claws ready to dig them into the man’s flesh, but in a hurry the man spoke in a calm and
gentle voice.
‘It’s okay. It’s okay. Take it easy. I won’t hurt you,’ the man said.
Gobi was shocked by the gentleness in this man, put down his sharp claws and quiet down.
He always thought that all people only yelled and scolded him, or even tried to kill him with
their weapons. But this man was extraordinary. All his skin was exposed to Gobi and he has
no weapons with him, not even a knife. Gobi looked straight into the man’s eyes and found no
evilness or anger, only a mixture of embarrassment and intimacy. With the calmness in his voice,
he settled down but still not taking his eyes off this man until he sat down as well.
‘I bet you feel quite lonely now, without any dragons along with you. I am sorry you feel like
that. I just heard your family being sweep out by the other people but luckily you escaped.’ He
used a long pole, fiddling the wood in the fire and putting some more wood while speaking. ‘I
used to have a family, but after the enemies roamed into my place and took all of my children and
my wife, I was alone. My grandfather once was an expert on dragons like you. And I have fallen
in love with such a fantastic creature after my grandfather taught me about you dragons. He said
you will only attack when someone was trying to hurt you. But after he spoke in public, he was
locked up in jail for a crime of helping the dragons. That’s nonsense. You guys just don’t seem that
bad to me.’
After his speech, only the bubbling sound from the boiling water in the iron bowl was heard.
