Alternate Ending Of A Hero's Journey Chapter 1

“The violence of the crash, the noise, the small table overturning, helped bring her out of he shock. She came out slowly, feeling cold and surprised, and she stood for a while blinking at the body, still holding the ridiculous piece of meat tight

“You have made a terrible mistake.” The Chief Elder uttered in shock, her tongue cutting short of a hiss.

Throughout the story, Jing-mei’s feelings toward her mother change in dramatic ways. When Jing-mei was a young girl, she idolized and looked forward to impressing her mother. Eagerly, Jing-mei retorts,

Countess Dracora of Monarch's Glenn did not feel like doing anything, least of all meeting someone this early in the morning.

She thought long and hard one night and soon decided, “I won’t let her change me, I promise myself. I won’t be what I’m not” (Tan 223). This was the start to a long, tiring battle between the two which would soon, unknowingly, damage them mentally and emotionally, enduringly. She began neglecting her mother’s tricks to help her and started to rebel. After her mother enrolled her in piano lessons, Jing-mei took complete advantage of them and her deaf piano instructor. She “would play after him, the simple scale, the simple chord, and then [I] just played some nonsense that sounded like a cat running up and down on top of garbage cans” (Tan 226). It showed how little effort she put in and how she was going against her mother’s wishes to no extent, wasting her hard earned money just to make a statement. It seemed the harder and more she was pushed, the less Jing-mei believed in herself or her mother’s attempts.

He was wincing in so much pain, it was unbearable to watch. The girl…she was panicking so hard…she was shaking as she tore a piece of clothing and put it on the

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.

With each moment feeling like an eternity, hiding his reaction to the effects of the poison became too much for him to bear. Suddenly, in a scratchy, labored voice, he hollered with all of his might at the top of his

Once he got into the forest he took a sharp left and then a sharp right to lose the men chasing him. Once he finally lost the men he sat down crying and not knowing what to do. Bailey heard some motion in the bushes to his far right. he stood up and backed up against the tree. “Who’s there?” he said sheepishly.

His loud voice brought about a crowd of scouts to the area. Seeing that there were several younger scouts present I chose not to respond. All eyes were on me. My mind was filled with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I wanted to storm back and argue my case but on the other hand I was both scared and unwilling to show weakness to the younger scouts. I refused to counter disrespect with the same. My head hung low as I walked away.

The strong hands that held his own body so close and the lips that brushed over his skin ever so lightly. Melting, Changmin was melting in his arms like putty. "You belong to me." Those words were spoken in a whisper, "I belong to you." Those words touched Changmin's already squeezed heart. Opening his eyes and finding the purpose for the unnatural way his heart thumped in his chest, Changmin could not breathe the words he wished to respond and was left with his

Mei went spiraling backward into the brick wall. She clenched her teeth and glared at the man before her. Turquoise eyes exploded with anger towards the man. She pushed herself off of the wall, her pale skin now covered in streaked dirt. She lunged at the man, her fist connecting with his jaw. A painful snapping sound rang through the alley as the man fell to the ground.

He anticipated that the impact that would shatter every bone in his body and turn him into a bloody pulp, but he'd yet to crash and he could hope that, the longer he fell, the gentler the impact would become. Perhaps, if the wind howled in his ears long enough, he'd be numb enough to gather the pieces of himself after the collision. Tears threatened to spill, but lingered. "I wonder if you'll ever tell me," said Jingyan. Anger was the safest feeling, so Jingyan gave into the dead tension that straightened his back and lifted his chin.

drawing closer, and he could feel it. He stopped his mare and went through the saddlebags attached to

The voice, detached and ghostly, reverberated until it became an echo that petrified him on a whole new level. Jingyan tried to lift his arms, but his body wouldn't move now. The walls, pulsing in cadence to his heartbeat, began to close in. A heavy and slick weight settled on his chest and things slithered through his hair repetitively.