the camel with all my might. Blood spurted out like all those times in the war. The thirsty sand
soaked it up in a few seconds, staining the brown desert a bloody red. It gave a yelp of pain, but
continued to run, leaving a trail of blood. I continued to run after it and was able to stab my knife
in it’a neck this time. It’s head jerked back, it’s eyeballs rolling. The camel made a lunge at me, it’s
long legs kicking.The dying animal managed to land a kick on my arm. I felt a sudden twisting
pain that caused me to stop. The camel took this chance to make a getaway. But luck was not with
it. It stopped abruptly and fell heavily onto the sand. Too much loss of blood. I pitied the dying
animal, but hunger betrayed my morality.
I ran back to the plane to get a pile of wood and a piece of broken glass. I held the glass above
the wood a still as I could. After a long time, smoke started coming from the pile of wood. I gently
blew on it and soon there was a roaring fire. Lighting a fire in case of an emergency was the first
thing we learned in military school. I cut the camel into tiny pieces and stuck them on top of
a stick and roasted the camel. That was the most delicious meal I ever had since I landed in the
desert.
With the good meal of camel washed down with the fresh, sweet water from the well, my
strength came back and I was determined to find out more about the well. I camped near the well
in case I forgot where it was. I was tired and exhausted as I used up my energy in battling the
camel. I then had a good night sleep. In my sleep, I remembered the poem I had said to my friends
before they went to heaven. I had written them a poem of our friendship :
Our friendship lasted to the end
Because you are my friend
Through the hard times and the bad
Or when I was feeling sad
You always came
And I would always do the same
When I woke up I written out in huge letters on the sand and smiled. The sun was just rising
and the landscape was beautiful. I saw the well in the distance and quickened my pace. Again, it
seemed so refreshingly new, even after being buried for about three hundred years in sand. It was
amazing, the sun’s rays glistening off the marble stones. The weather reflected my mood, bright
and sunny with a cool breeze in the air unlike the burning sun which roasted me alive.It was
the best wheather I had for years Today I was going to discover what had not been discovered for
years. I was going to answer my irresistible questions and find out the past.
I never thought that I would work so hard in my life. Digging in the sand of the Gobi Desert
is exhausting work. My time is nearly over, and I want to do something I am proud of. I need to
dig with my hands like a dog because I have no shovel. Sweat rolls down my cheek and drops
onto the sand. The thirsty desert floor soaks it up. My hands feel raw and they are swollen and a
meaty pink. The sun seems to be beating me, making me work like a slave. Find out the past and
discover it’s hidden mysteries and past. I believe the land is like a living thing. I want to discover
the previous people and what they have been through.
My hand has scraped something deep in the sand. I kept on digging, and soon found
something carefully wrapped in tissue.
“Must be very important or precious to be wrapped like that,”I thought as I took a little peek
