was a deep silence.
Suddenly one slave assaulted the guard with his fists and soon there was a huge fight.
Another slave ran up the prison stairs and grabbed me and said “Kid, you have done well, go now
and seek life and its gifts, good luck!”
I willingly jumped off the wall and landed in a bush. I scrambled out and ran down the path
to a new life. When the prison was clear out of sight I took a while inspecting what was around
me. The new green, shady trees towering over me, while the colourful flowers led me to a mission,
a mission to raise awareness about human rights and how nobody should be a slave. But for that
I would first have to go to China and there was only one way I knew, and that was across the
Gobi! I will see the new tales and wonders of this extraordinary desert. This was going to be an
extremely hard challenge, but it was for the fate of the future.
As I sauntered up the bleak hills I nervously scanned the landscape thinking the guards
might be on to me. The bitter wind oscillated around me. The tall woodland trees shadowed me.
I curiously ambled on as the musky smell of the unknown invaded my nostrils. The grim sky
overlooked me. The light faded away as darkness rose. I chattered my teeth when the frigid air
blew on me. The night was here, and I still didn’t have a place to rest. I was feeling isolated, alone
and afraid. No one was with me, and not a single sound was heard except for the quiet padding
of my rubber shoes. A dirt ditch was parched near to a sturdy oak tree, “This will keep me hidden
and safe, in the morning I will keep going towards the Gobi”.
The morning was cool, and relaxing. The birds were singing and the sky was still blue. I set
off following the dirt trail next to the gushing river. I was so hungry and if I was going to find
food the river was the only way to get it. I thought fish was a good idea it’s just how would I catch
it? I thought to myself, maybe spear fishing how I used to when I was a child. I snapped a sharp
twig off a weird looking tree. The sun was revealing the silver fish swimming swiftly in the river.
I aimed and waited for the perfect chance to strike. My father was a master at spear fishing, he
taught me and my older brother the best technique, to guess were the fish is going. So when a
fish is swimming in a straight line, aim ahead of where the fish is going to swim and strike. As
I waited patiently for a fish to swim by, I matched my breathing to the sway of the wind. As a
fish swam by I guessed where it would go and I hurled the twig forcefully at the fish. It pierced
straight through the fish’s flesh. After a while I bit off a chunk of meat and it tasted amazing. In
no time the fish was finished and off I went.
As I walked on the trail that led up to a mountain, I lunged up the steep path panting heavily.
I got to a height where I could see what was in front. There in my sight, a glimpse of the blurry
border of the Gobi. A sense of excitement tingled down my spine. I was nearly there!
There in front of me, a start to the mystic desert. Great big sand dunes as far as I could see.
The arid sand layered the desert. It was very bleak. This scorching desert lacked vegetation, and
the thick stuffy air was hard to breathe in.
I began lumbering on the hot sand. The sun was almost directly in front of me. I stomped on,
fascinated by the new land. I could see new animals like camels and surprisingly, deer. After a
long, long drenched day, I came across a mud hut. I thought to myself “Why would anyone build a
hut in the middle of nowhere?” Perhaps they would be kind enough to let me stay for the night. As
I was staring at it the owner came out and looked at me suspiciously. After a long silence he said
“Greetings young man, why you here?” I could see that his English was not that good.
“Uh I come from Mongolia. I want to go to China.” The man looked at me puzzled.
