The Meeting with the Tiger
Evangel College, Dominic Kwok, Fiction: Group 3
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emories of my past flooded my mind, as I crossed the sandy dunes of the Gobi.
Memories of a normal life that seem impossible for me to own at one point. For I had
grown accustom to the unforgiving desert.
Before the accident I was a pilot in the air force. I was going to be the first to fly
over the Gobi, but that didn’t happened. As fate planned my engine stopped, I was stranded...
As the debris of my plane fell, I felt the scorching sun burn my back. I only had little supplies
with me including a small sword, stranded in the middle of nowhere!
I was in the wild; rules of civilization did not apply, anything goes; I was again one with
nature. And part of me rejoiced, for it had come home.
Even though I was in a tough spot, I was optimistic taking every single opportunity. So I
gathered up all l had. And trod of, into the desert…
After an hour of walking, I had already used all my resources. My throat dry and skin sweaty
as I traversed this epic wasteland. I needed water; I looked before of me into, miles of emptiness. I
started to sob, remembering my family, my life…
I was desperate, franticly running around for water. Until I saw water, I ran at it fast I could,
but when I got there the water had already evaporated. “No” I tried to yell, with my dry throat.
Then I fell, into a cave dropping in water. It was under the sand all along! I instantly got my
fill, gulping down gallons. As I looked down, I was awed. The water was crystal clear, with fish of
all sizes swimming about. The size of the lake was amazing stretching over three baseball fields.
When I reached the shore, I was panting for air.
And then SHE sung, a voice as pure as angels resonated though-out the cavern. As I looked
for source I was gobsmacked. With a face white as snow and eyes the color of sky blue. Her voice
alone possessed otherworldly beauty. As she swam closer I could see that she owned fish tail. As
I looked at her, I felt a primal urge to jump into the water joining her. As I was about to give in, a
rock fell hitting her in the throat, knocking her out.
And resurfaced, she was disgusting. Her nose out of proportion, and face covered with boils and
scars. The once smooth arms dry and thin, despite being underwater. The tail once shiny, elegant
had no scales and was seeping with puss, and from her hands extended giant claws, fangs grew
from her mouth. It was unthinkable that the two had anything in common. Another thing that was
unthinkable was that with one voice she stripped, of all my knowledge, she was about to kill me.
Suddenly she sprung alive, I was shocked. Instantly she tried to sing, but to no avail, the rock
made her mute. She, knowing this pounced at me. I barely was able to draw my sword before she
clawed me. On ground, her fins dropped off becoming more of a snake. Slithering towards me. As
she pounced at me, I ducked, barely dodging her lethal claws. On second glance, poison could be
seen seeping though. Dodging her arm I aimed for her neck slicing it off with a quick strike.
Her blood spilled over covering me in sticky liquid, and the rest of her body turned to dust.
Once she was gone the lake shrunk into a small pool and the cave retracting to a big rock. “It was
a trap” I silently swore under my breath, trying to accept the weird reality I had fallen in to…
After walking a fair few miles the storm approached…
“God why!” I screamed suddenly, I felt the sand stopped pickling my eyes. Despite the
