A Narrative Essay On A Hero's Journey

The beast was the worst thing imagined. It was as if the beast knew every weakness in your body and used it against you. Simon was very innocent and once the beast appeared inside of him he was murdered by the boys. Since then, the boys are afraid of themselves and what’s to come in the future.

“Boys, I think we can save your mother,” the man started. “Father… err, what’s your name again?”

“Long live the king!” I said menacingly with an evil grin on my face. I let go and watched my dear brother fall to his death.

This past Sunday I was listening to a young man tell the church how he had quit his job to follow Christ's call to be a missionary over seas. His passion of obedience struck a cord in my heart. I had long before expressed my heart's desire to one day work for a non profit after I had gotten my degree and since then have veered on a entirely different career path. God is gracious and has blessed as well as grown me so much even with the path change. He has matured my faith and grown me in my abilities as a valuable employee. But as I was sitting there listening to this man who was leaving to further God's kingdom I was hit with a thought, 'you could be helping send people who further God's kingdom.' Over the next few days God continued

“Never!” she exclaimed as she tried to wiggle out of his grasp. The two struggled for some time before the fell to the floor, Lucille pinning her brother to the floor.

I had been living here in Canada for one year now, and I was about to go on my first self directed mission. My goal to ride my horse all the way up the Fraser spend the winter and then come back down. I would be by myself with an indian guide to accompany me. It felt like a test, I guess it’s time to prove my worth. The journey is going to be long and hard. I’m planning on waiting out winter which will take up to four months plus the journey itself which won’t be short. Then when you add in all the stops that I will make in various towns we’re looking at a long time to be away from home. Not that I wasn’t already away, I had gotten used to this land but my heart still yearned for Ireland. I was afraid, not only of the journey ahead but also

"DIA!" His father's screams replayed over in his head as he woke, being pulled out of his slumber by the sound of doors crashing open. Captain Poison screamed at him "Your mothers and fathers are dead! Your brothers and sisters are dead!" As Dia and the other boys were rushed through the camp, the thoughts of his family came flooding back to him. The way his mother used to softly sing him to sleep when he was younger or how his father would joke around with him on the way to school. His family wasn't wealthy but it was enough for him. Dia was happy with his family. He realised that he may never experience this happiness again.

boys who do not comply. Jack warns his tribe to be constantly watchful of the

“Why are you beating him? You’re going to kill him. Come on, guys and help me,” Justin said. At last, the other boys went over to help him. Jimmy and Kenny held Mark on the ground as Tommy

"Earlier, father walked up to me and told me brother was being exiled, I could tell, there wasn't a hint of pain in his voice.,

"Yeah, mister. I never saw you." He held on to his little brother and cried.

Astonished, they looked at each other with a level of understanding and curiosity. The sun would set soon and the rest of the nurses had vanished along with all the dead bodies. It was impossible for the woods to have been cleared that quickly. Devlin’s wolf began howling and ran away from them. Never had the wolf made a sound like that before. They ran after it and in a very organized pattern all the dead bodies of the fallen soldiers were neatly piled almost to form an alter. They knew who they had to go to, the battle meant nothing to them anymore.

he couldn’t take it back now, but he still wished he hadn’t said it. ever since he did, he eldest brother was busy and his sister snuck around him. it felt like they were

“Yes father.” Simon blew out the candles. Once they were extinguished he felt the pain. It was worse this time; almost as bad as his epileptic episodes. They weren’t on the same level, but they still made him ignore everything around him.

“Marcus,” the young boy with dark hair answers. He enters through the hole and takes a protective stance over his unconscious mother. His scarlet eyes are aflame. “You will not hurt her, no more!”