Creative Writing: A Hero's Journey

The forest had gone.... and the Witch looked much younger. Audette opened her eyes and had found herself upon a brow of white lilies. The shape of the shrouded old woman seemed changed. Having turned around, and opened her mantle to the tearing gusts, Meliza revealed to the young lady two streams of shinging blackness and smooth white flesh. Audette stopped in her tracks.

" No, I'm sorry Lily, I am not," but Lilly wouldn't have it, she ran up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door. Stefan let out a heavy sigh as the dust fell in the sunlight from the ceiling.

Here, the idea of having a good name is set forth form the very beginning of this tale. The link between heritage and identity is set forth as the most valuable asset in this perplexing time. A father must be a warrior to obtain gold for his heir, an heir must be a warrior to live on and prosper. The way to this fame is through battle and valor. The sword is the symbol of success or complete failure, depending on how courageous the hand is that carries it.

Laurel nodded her head when she heard that Zinda would be willing to aid her in her efforts of keeping the city running smoothly. “With that attitude I think Ryder will love you.” She stated with a small laugh, her head shook from side to side. “Even before the outbreak I always had a hard time sleeping.” She reached her right hand up and placed it against the back of her neck, rubbing at it. “So it really doesn’t bother me all that much.” She nodded her head. She knew what Zinda said was true, that she should try and sleep more but that seemed easier said than done. She really tried to sleep at night sleep just seemed to elude her, it was never there when she really need it. Like the night they got back from the Farmhouse, all she wanted to do was fall asleep and forget the whole events that had taken place there. Sadly that didn’t happen, she stayed up all night thinking about how she could have done thing differently, that she should have stayed with Kate.

After John harnessed the team to the wagon, he, Charity, and Charles loaded Uriah into it. She and Charles then headed to town with him. She left John and Martha Jane to watch over the younger children, with strict orders that they had all better be on their best behavior until her return. John was nearly twelve; she figured he ought to be capable of watching the little ones.

Without looking back, Clary left the bright, festive, and safe atomsphere of the party and set off into the unknown. The dark crystal waters of her home were silent as she swam through the water without a word. The pathway to Lilith's lair was long and extremely frightening. She swam past volcanoes, boiling whrilpools, and large tremors. Steam rose from the many volcanoes, as the whirlpools threatened to suck Clary into a place where nightmares were born and created.

Finally spotting the room, she swiped the card and entered, wondering if she was there first, or if he had left already. She was really nervous, a feeling she wasn't that used to experiencing, and that she absolutely hated. She was taking the pitifully low class interior decoration when she felt something cold against her head - it had to be a gun - and someone pushing her in.

Mace blinked in surprise. Just stood there, blinking. Gasparro, mind working oddly, noted that the edges of the stranger's sword were blunt. He wondered how the sword cut, and then he had his answer in bloody motion. The sword cut not because its sharpness, but because of its sheer weight, which gave it a momentum that could rip through anything.

With an evil grin Alexis Haeshoru reached down and lifted ye sword, tossing it from hand to hand as though it weighed no more than a feather. "Pretty," she said sarcastically. "Which is exactly what I told

Yashira grew up as an only child to a noble family in the kingdom of Elsinor, her father was a revered solder amongst the kingdom winning many wars as general of the king’s army. The king and he were basically equals in the eyes of the people. Yashira father Taymire was a very strong man who carried a great sword to strike down his enemies. Yashira admired his strength and wanted to be just like him but being who she was in the kingdom she had to be a lady she hated it. She didn’t want to be just like another lady in waiting like her mother she wanted to be a solder. She would constantly train in secrete using one of her father great sword. At first she could barely lift it but as time went on she grew stronger and the day she

They were connected to families and the way people lived. (SIP A) The sword was involved with the status quo of feudalism. (STEWE 1) Special swords ran in the Family Tree and some swords were handed down like family heirlooms (Keen 75). When you are becoming a knight the blessing of the sword which is the rite of making a new knight is very important (Keen 47). Knights believed that swords were more than just metal to knights the two sides of the blade stand for justice and loyalty (Keen 7). The knights were loyal to their lords and the blessing of the swords stand for the lords warriors (Keen 53). (STEWE 2) The sword would be gridded and then placed in the hands of the new knight (Keen 64). The blessing of the sword directly relates to the coronation rites (Keen 72). When you are becoming a king you also get girded (Keen 72). When you are girded a person or a body part is encircled with a belt or band. The Hitherto is a type of gird that is admission to a higher status group (Keen 73). (SIP B) Special swords in story or swords that belong to important people had names and culture. (STEWE 1) Many important swords have inscriptions (Norman 234). Many swords from epics or tales like Beowulf have special names. In the epic Beowulf the Beowulf has a sword named Hrunting. (CS) Swords have a deep and rich connection to

"Well then." Arthur crossed his arms and began a slow pace around Merlin, giving the man a wide berth and getting back to the facts as he knew them. "I recognize it as the very same weapon my father used against the Black Knight--there's no mistaking it, and I'm positive you wielded it against the Immortal Army. I can only guess that magic veiled its true nature from us back then. It looked like a common sword to me, not the one my father had used." He saw a shadow of guilt cloud Merlin's eyes and felt being closer to hitting the mark. "I could be mistaken about this next part, but I don't think I am. It was made with dragon's fire and for a time, it was … submerged beneath water before finding its way to that boulder. It was lodged there by

Perhaps there was no use for a sword whose main aspect was beauty. How far could such beauty take him, and was he skilled enough to make up for these ever so ‘legendary’ looks? Such thoughts intrigued Ageha. He wanted to know just how beautiful this ‘Mikazuki Munechika’ was; observe was was always talked about within history with his own two eyes. Perhaps some would mistake this as jealousy, or even hatred for something beautiful, when it in fact was not. He simply enjoyed learning these things, widening his knowledge, informing himself of the going ons in this world. After all, living forever was quite boring, why not lessen that by keeping himself entertained.

Clary slumped backwards into her rumpled sheets, relishing the warmth of her blankets and pillows. "I'm fine." She nodded for the tenth time. "Really."

The old beggar revealed a large sword as magnificent as diamonds, “This sword,” he declared in a booming voice, “is as mighty as steel, and as sharp as a knife. It will help you kill anything! Also, Carl, you have inherited powers 35 of a dragon and can blast fire from the palm of your hand when you are provoked. Enough talking.