A Story About A Hero's Journey

The pain for everyone grew increasingly greater each day that they were on the mountain. Everyone on the expedition had to dig deep into themselves to find the will to keep moving and to put their pain and fears aside. The pain that each of these men and women on this mountain were beginning to feel was pain that would linger well after they got off the mountain.

My heart wasn’t with him and it had been this way since the moment he brought me home to his apartment above the garage the day we were wed. I had at this point given up fighting to free myself and sunk deep into my thoughts. Upon remembering the day we met I could recall almost every detail about him; from the twinkle in his eyes to the gleam of his golden watch. There was a gleam of hope which I saw when I looked at him much unlike the strain and exhaustion I see as he lurks in the grey shadows of the garage. Though I detested this awful place, it was not New York I longed to adventure away from, it was him. Him and his oh-so ordinary ways. I wished to live a life of the extravagant and the bold, a life with Tom, a life that was not

As Bill took his first step in the woods, he takes a deep breath soaking in the scent of oak and fresh ash. “far removed from the seats of strife”, not having a warm bed or hot meals even a full night rest. Knowing he had one abventure ahead for Bill and Kats. Both having to hike 16 miles everyday over rocks,trees, crossing ice cold rivers, and hearding the rain outside of thier tend and the roaring of the bears at night.

In his work Into the Wild, author Jon Krakauer tells the story of Chris “Alexander Supertramp” McCandless and his journey across the United States. Christopher graduated from Emory University in the month of May, with a bachelor's degree in the double majors of history and anthropology. He was a very school smart man, with a very independent mind. After graduating college, Chris did the most challenging and one of the most inspirational things one could do. He set off to go into the Alaskan wilderness where he wanted to live. However, many are caught in the loop of whether or not what he did was a good idea. McCandless was tired of his structured life with what he thought to be, his evil parents. He really wanted to venture out and be whoever

It was a clear tranquil London evening, warmer than you would expect in mid fall. At this late hour these streets were completely vacant, with only the street lamps and occasional shop window illuminating the road. The only sound was the pounding of sneakers frantically hitting the pavement. With every step the noise grew louder, bringing the woman closer to the street and,she prayed, safety.

At this point, Mia continues to follow the hero’s journey into the stage initiation. The initiation has more stages than any other part of the hero’s journey. Instead of facing challenges and trials, Mia begins with a mentor. Her mentor is her grandmother, Queen Clarisse. She teaches her all the things she needs to know about the royal world. Clarisse gives her a full makeover and excuses her for all her absences. Going into challenges and trials, Mia is faced with losing her best friend. She has the chance to become popular and fit in with everyone else but, she has to overcome the fame and all the attention. Leading into temptation she accepts an invitation to Josh Bryant’s beach party, who is the most popular boy in school and it was a dream

My mind raced like the race car, my heart beats as the hooves of a horse on a racetrack, and my thick eyelashes holding up the tears that were going to fall. As I locked eyes with the Monster, I knew that I wasn’t safe. The angry blue eyes like the ocean waves were locked in with my helpless black ones. This time, the ocean waves were set to destroy a ship. This time, that helpless ship was me.

Starting with the formation of the Crow individuals, the book offers brief segments on Crow society, for example, Crow social association, military association, religion, economy, dialect, and physical appearance. Underlining the significance of area and chasing ground, he recounts the Crow story of relocation, which diverges from the "whites'" rendition of the same movement. He clarifies the reasons of war, and how its prime target was not slaughter or homicide, but instead [for the Indian] to separate himself in fight. He clarifies the prerequisites vital for turning into a boss, including "numbering overthrow" on one's adversary, ridden a rival of a weapon, taking a foe's stallion, and directing a war party effectively. Intertribal fighting on the Plains, a "risky game through which youthful men climbed the military step to achieve chieftaincy," is examined utilizing oral history. Solution Crow describes the path in which the Crows chased bison before they had stallions. He offers an investigation of methods utilized as a part of drawing, driving, and rushing wild ox over bluffs. At specific focuses in a part, he will "change" to from the oral history of one Crow to the voice of another, to complete the story from an alternate point of view. At different times, he will utilize archival exploration to fill in specific holes, for example, the names of spots, or years and stipulations of

Three grueling days of marching. until we arrived at a small village. To the center plaza we marched, many of the frightened and confused villagers had gathered there. The legate leading the legion began reading a memoir written by a team of scouts on the horrid atrocities the Hunnic hordes have committed. We needed their support in the fight so they would agree to supply us with the provisions that had been rapidly depleting. Just before he had finished a scout rode into the plaza bloodied and battered he warned us of the Huns and there overwhelmingly large force before finally dying of his injuries. The villagers began to panic and some fled with their belongings. The Legate tried to comfort them telling them we can ensure their safety. We fortified the town built an castra. It was all we could do. Later that evening after I took a small excursion I could see the torches and the yurts atop the craggy mountain. It also became apparent that the terrain advantage they had could not be overcome by our inferior numbers. Evan so the legate informed us we would begin marching on the hill the next morning. I couldn't sleep knowing that death awaited us the at dawn. I went to the mess hall for a hiatus. While there a centurion asked me to take his shift at night watch. I humbly complied.

You would never have seen it had you not know where to look.After he left Salt caverns he was leaving and on the trail there were no signs to know where to go.Then he realized it was getting a little dark and he would have to wait until the morning. The next morning,the sun was up and he got all of his stuff and began on the trails and then he was recognizing the trees or the marks. He stopped for a second to retrace his steps. Bahauddin doesn't know where he is and tries to find his way but cant remember where he went before he fell asleep.There is no one around for him to ask so he could at least know where he is.He first goes by the side where there are not as many trees and sees smoke as if someone had just burned out there fire from

His brown boots hit the earth as he ran forward, pushing his legs far past what they were capable of. His lungs burned in his chest, sweat socked his skin causing his auburn locks to stick to his cheeks annoyingly, no matter how many times he pushed them away though they always came back, but he couldn’t stop, he had to keep running. His white shorts, which ended just past the knee, had patches of dirt from the times he fell from the twigs and roots in the forest he was weaving his way through. His blue and tan striped blazer, along with the long sleeve black shirt underneath were restricting his movements, making running a difficult task, and he wondered why he chose this outfit at all. He wasn’t so sure what he was running from he couldn’t quite remember, but the fear of whatever it was pushed him forward. Soon he came to a large clearing, halting his movements. He couldn’t see the others face only his back, but he clearly held himself with confidence, and had an air of power and danger around him. He stood before a throne, it looked like it could

Screams filled the air. Only then did Jessie Grant realize they were his. He had been having this dream for some time, his dad’s and mom’s death. Before they boarded a cruiser when he was seventeen, his parents were his best friends, now he had nothing.

I woke with a start, the sun shone red behind my dirty lids—morning had come. I raised my hands above my head in a tendon popping stretch; I longed for more sleep. Despite all signs to stay in bed—my stiff neck, my legs so purposefully decorated with cuts and bruises—I forced myself to stand. A pine cone fell onto me and stuck in my rat nest head, but I didn’t bother taking it out. By this point, my hair had become more ferocious then the forest itself. Faoiltiama came over to nuzzle me; she was the caring mother of the pack, intuitively gentle and always able to sense when there was a disturbance in me. Lately I’d been thinking about home, and where I had come from. I could hardly remember my life before the forest, before I met the wolves.

It was deafening, then it was eerily quiet; an overwhelming silence. The humanoid girls were crying, then in the span of a single second, an unnatural stillness descended upon the two. He could feel their emotions, but there was something else, an abnormality that bore upon their leaking fear. It suppressed their terror, drowning them in a false serenity. The waves ebbed, and they were suddenly calm; quietly and obediently holding onto the side of the Zeltron's clothing.

Not used to uneven terrain, I wore myself out relatively early compared to my partners, who were generally in much better shape than me. I grew more and more frustrated and joked less and less during the climb. The ascent to the first peak seemed never-ending; the peak was forever out of reach and there was always more mountain to climb after each ledge overcome. I increased my pace as the trees gave way to stunted trees, which gave way to shrubs. I was near the peak, and it was about time. The wind gradually made itself known after we passed the trees obstructing it. The humid mountain breeze caressed my sweaty face and exhilarated me. One more rope climb and we arrived at the top of the first