Comparing Scar And Luna's Life

Scar possessed a high level of intelligence, boasting a profound measure of skill in the art of manipulation and proved he is the most cunning strategist amongst his peers. During his brother's reign, Scar managed to kill Mufasa after taking advantage of his son's innocence and to exploiting his love for Simba. As a result, Scar became the undisputed ruler of the Pride Lands, ruling his kingdom with an iron fist. In combat, Scar relied on psychological warfare as well as diversionary tactics to defeat his enemies. Despite his claims of being weak, Scar displayed a decent measure of skill in his battle with Simba, using his environment to his advantage. As a lion, Scar possessed razor sharp claws, that are strong enough to rip through flesh.

“You want her to do what you want.” Luna said aggressively, but not enough for him to catch on. “You care about her I know, but you have to let her make her own decisions. Giving her no options isn’t the way to go. I know from experience that most people try to kill themselves because they feel like they have no other options. Do you really want to do that to her?”Luna was blunt, and that was a good thing in a time like this.

One day on Luna's eighteenth birthday she wanted to explore the sea in depth. She obeyed her parents for eighteen straight years and needed to peruse her dream for just one day. She thought no one would notice her nonexistence, therefore, at midnight

"Look, Danny. I get it. You don't like doing anything besides staying at SHIELD. I am going to be completely honest with you; it wasn't my idea to drag you out into the city. It was Coulson." I explain to Danny who was next to me.

-I’m angry, but not at you. We tried to keep you safe but we failed to give you what you needed the most, hope.-

"So, nightmare moon might of let her go because of the pain?" Twilight questions Cadence.

"I was talking to the moon last night. Luna... She, uh... She... I said she was looking pale and she said she and the sun, the sun, don't get along too well. The sun, Rowan! That killed me, I thought it was hilarious." He laughed quietly; Even his laugh was tragic.

I explain to him about my job and how I do not agree with what we are doing. Next thing you know I am in a gas chamber and gone. I am long gone and drifted far away to a place like no other. This place is paradise and is where I play with Bruno and his friend Shmuel. This is the place Bruno also drifted too. We hear moaning and cries up here from our families, but knowing one day we will be happy here all

Between the two short stories, The Stories of Eva Luna by Isabel Allende and Wine of Wyoming Ernest Hemingway's there was clear similarities and differences. Viable elements in these two short stories are highly present in the case that The Stories of Eva Luna showed the element of indomitable spirit where as the short story of Wine of Wyoming shows elements expression of human sympathy. The main character Eva Luna in The Stories of Eva Luna is the poor girl and the narrator. The main characters in Wine of Wyoming are the couples who find out they are against prohibition.

She glanced in the mirror, and sighed. "No, of course not." The taller one stated. "Give me five minutes." She stood up, her boxers covered in small little ghosts. "Of course." They both climbed down the stairs, and she closed the door. Grabbing her brush, she ran it through her hair. Scrolling through her phone, she plugged it up to her speakers, and began to play Avenged Sevenfold. She slipped on a pair of ripped jeans, and a tank-top picturing Led Zepplin. She shoved the speaker in her pocket, and grabbed her knife. She pulled her door open, and slid down the stairs. "Sorry," She mumbled when she earned a glare from Dipper. She paused her music, and played with her knife. "Can we do this upstairs, in my room?" She cocked her head. "I have unwanted company in here." She glared at her dad. "Of course." The tall one stated. She yanked the string, and began to climb up the stairs, the two following behind. She grabbed a spray bottle, full of holy water, and when the door shut, she sprayed both of them. They looked surpised. "Sorry, just checking." She tossed the holy water on her bed. "What do you wanna know?" Luna sat down in her chair. "We were going to ask about the disappearances." The shorter one stated. She glanced up at them, and grinned. "Demons. Well, one demon. He's M.I.A, but some of his power slips through the cracks of reality.

According to the perspectives of Thomas C. Foster, scars are applied by writers so that the scar can hold a significant meaning to the person. In I Am Malala, Malala Yousafzai had stood up for her and other girl’s education even though she received death threats from the Talibans, who were aiming for no education for girls. Because she continuously engage in fighting for all the girls rights for education, Malala got shot by a person that opposed her ideas. After months in recovery, Malala still continued to face on criticism and still campaigned for girl’s rights for an education. Even still today, Malala have strongly gained the attention of giving every girls who did not get an education to be able to get one. Because of getting shot by

I watch his hands turning pages. Hands of an artist. “We both know that’s not true. I stayed because I wanted to. If I didn’t want to be here, then I wouldn’t be here. Just like, you wouldn’t have asked me to stay if you

"She needed one more day away from that place, give her a break. Right?" He patted the open seat next to him, welcoming me to come closer. For some odd reason I obeyed his every move. His plate was clean, food residue lightly painted the usual white. My stomach growled angrily with rage but I was distracted as Riker 's consuming eyes sunk into mine. His head and voice lowered to mine, "Can we talk?" Before I could answer his chair huffed against the floor, his hand placed in front of my nose to help me up. I decided not to take it, I knew Ross was watching.

Her step-sister and step-mother left for the dance, as they were leaving Luna pulled the stuff out from under the bed. Using contacts to make her eyes sky blue, the wig to make her long black hair short and brown, the make-up making her skin appear darker, and putting on all the beautiful clothes. She headed out to the ball, but when she reached her door, a voice in her head said, be back by

Luna is as honest as they come, both with her emotions and her opinions. She doesn’t see the point of lying about how she feels and what she believes, going all out to show her affection for her friends, as see with the artwork on her ceiling, and being open with Harry about