A Hero's Journey Into The Forest

What images come to mind as you reflect on your childhood? Playgrounds, blackboards, and soccer balls may be among the warmest of memories. Yet for many mermaids swim their thoughts, princesses get swept of their feet, and lions roar to their loyal place in the animal kingdom. There is no doubt that today’s entertainment has most of its touch using classical influences. Walt Disney has produced animated films that have captured the heart and imagination of audiences of all ages around the world through the magic of storytelling and imagery. Many of us appreciate the imagination and magic that Disney puts into its animations with out knowing they are based off of classical and traditional storylines

The 9th one is hero’s journey is the atonement with the father. This is the point of the story were the hero wants more power only to discover that is was the dad that had more power. In the book Into The Wild, Alex’s atonement happened when he argues with his dad when he found out that he cheated. In the book Shooting an elephant there is no atonement with father. In the book The Stranger. there is no atonement. In the movie V for Vendetta, The movie never talked about V’s dad. In Assassins Creed 3, Connor’s Father Is the Leader of the templars and Connor is a part of the Brotherhood Of Assassins so they are rivals at heart. But that feud ended in Connor killing his dad in order to liberate the colonies from the templars grip. In Punisher, Punisher didn’t have a dad he was a dad at one point until his kids shot and killed. In Lucky, she has no father in the movie. In Daredevil, Murdoc’s dad was a boxer, he wasn’t the best boxer but it was the thing that gave murdoc a bright future with the money his dad made. Until his dad was killed leaving Murdock blind and a dadless.

There I was sitting at the table eating what the nuns like to call food what just looked like to me slop I was sitting with my friend Felix. He came across a carrot and it was a full-size carrot he just sat there and stared at it not even touching it if he did not hurry up and I was going to grab it and eat it.

Connor got bored and decided to start to dig a hole to do. He was digging and hit some kind of rock. Connor started to dig more around it but he decided to touch the rock and he was now in a different place. He had a piece of the stone with him. When he touched it he was back to the yard. Connor stayed in the yard for a few minutes trying to figure out what had just happened. After a few minutes, he ran back into the house and got Andrew and Matthew to come out check out what he had found. They all ran out into the yard with them. Connor told them to touch it and just wait. First, before you do this go behind the bush so people do not see us. They all touch the stone at the same time and when they were in this new world or whatever they were in Connor said this is not the same place I was in last time it looked different.

It goes without saying that the monomyth must first start with the world the hero lives in having qualities of a “waste land”. In terms of Winston’s society, the world he lives in at the start of the novel is one of mindless actions with little to no freedom. The start of the hero’s journey usually has the hero in a “waste land” for his home. The meaning of the phrase “waste land” traces back to the works of T.S Eliot who utilizes the term in his piece he dubs “The Waste Land”. In that literary piece, Eliot creates the idea of the “waste land” which is a symbol representing a world full of disgust and dying life. This could mean a literal “waste land” where the place surrounding him or her disgusts the people living there or the “waste land”

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

One day a boy was sitting inside doing nothing.He needed exercise so he took a hike, on this hike he faced many trials.

So do you have a different way of thinking than the people around you, but no one seems to understand you? Well the protagonist from Into The Wild, Shooting An Elephant, and The Stranger .Would understand what you are going through. All the protagonist have a different way of thinking then the people around them. Making them special in their own books, or abnormal to the people around them. I’m going to be comparing these three literality pieces to five outside sources which are V for Vendetta, Assassins Creed 3, Punisher, Lucky, and Daredevil. I’m going to attempt to compare them all using Campbell’s 17 stages of Hero’s Journey.

The curved, blue-white blade of the moon pointed down at the smaller trail for a split-second, and Will darted for the white mirage. His fear kept his feet beating at the ground like the wings of a hummingbird, and soon he couldn't make out the warriors' fire through all the trees. The track turned to the left, and the rush of the river stopped receding from Will's eardrums. He set himself against a dark oak tree, trying to silence his breath and scan for anyone who might have followed him, but his body would not comply. Will allowed himself a minute or two of reprieve, but remained anxious, as he knew that the falling snow couldn't possibly fill in his careless footfalls by sunrise. He had to reach the edge of the forest well before then if

Spent, the Master suggested that they all go over to the other side. There, he and his faithful twelve could rest up before traveling to the next township. It was late in the day. The temperature was steadily dropping. They wanted to reach the shoreline across the way before the morning. So without too many interruptions from the spiritually hungry crowd, the men loaded up one by one on the fishing boat. He quickly settled himself beneath a large burlap satchel Simeon-Peter brought along to hold any gains they may catch along the way. Instantaneously, there arose a fierce gale of wind, and the waves were breaking over the boat so much that it began to fill up. The men quickly jumped to their feet searching for any means to discard the water.

The steaks were usually high for the adventurer that chose to cross through the jungle. To flirt with the untamed danger of nature was foolishly dangerous otherwise. For Avery, the trip was necessary. Locked in a lengthy correspondence with a young man that promised her the world, she’d chosen to sell her belongings, pack what could be carried and relocate. With little survivalist training, traversing the forest would be nearly impossible. She had to rely on others for safe passage, which became strangely simple to arrange. First a local family led her along before a wandering ministry group accepted her into their ranks. Finally near the end of the entire ordeal, it was time to prepare herself for civilization.

Teddy clutched the seeds in his hand carefully as he made his way through the dark forest. The grass was up to his knees and, occasionally, he felt something scurry between his legs. He looked up at the dark, gray sky, almost as if it were going to be night forever.

It must be terribly annoying to keep it up constantly.’ Marco frowns, but then, very slowly, his face begins to change. The goatee fades and disappears. The chiseled features become softer and younger. His striking green eyes fade to a green-tinged grey. The false face had been handsome, yes, but consciously so.” (pg. 276)

He tied his boat off and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed. The reason he kept going was because he had heard of a secret city past the cloud to the very top of the mountain. There people had no problems, no worries, they had nothing, but peace and relaxation of the flourish valley. The man wasn’t sure if the legend was true or not,all he wanted was just wanted peace nothing to care about not even death. For the legend also spoke that if lived in the city the special flora would allow anyone to live forever as long as they stayed in the city.

The darkness continued to creep up on us like a predator stalking it’s prey. No one said a word as we continued to trudge through the thick woods, and I became lost in thought;