My Hero's Journey-Personal Narrative

He longed to see what his touch would do against anything, but Jem wore gloves, and Alistair was scared.

I don’t remember my name, or most of my early life, but I know I was a thief. I was part of a group of thieves, five of us. “Do you remember where you’re from?” A village called Greenbridge. I don’t know how far it is from here. “Greenbridge?” Why, does it sound familiar? She hesitated. She didn’t know him, but if she was going to help, she had to give him reason to trust her. Besides, it might feel good to finally tell someone. “It’s where I’m from. I did something there that I’m… not proud of.” That makes two of us. “What did you do?” You mean, besides abandoning everyone I care about? My wife, my little girl, my friends? “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” It’s fine. In the time I’ve been here, I’ve done a lot of thinking. “Pardon me for asking, but what happened to you?” Now that’s a story.

When I became a god my sin beckoned. I walked tightropes on mutilated vertebrae, gambled my life with blind echoes. I saw my body outside myself, above myself. My soul was severed from the cities within.

I almost trip, the bright light blinds me from seeing my next step. An arm belonging to a body behind me steadies me. I place my hand on theirs as I turn around to see whose arm this belongs to. A dark haired individual grins back at me. I lose my ability to form words, I simply gawk. He chuckles and releases his hand from my waist. Without my command my hand grabs at his. "Just in case." I whisper. He grins and squeezes my hand. I turn around with a smile that blinded the sun.

“Uh, yeah . . . Um, hey,” I rocked back on my heels. “Listen we don’t want any

“No! I mean, I've got it, Allen. I was just on my way out to clean up anyway. Plus, I'm all out of lemonade today.” He smiled thinly.

“Yeah, more of an annoyance than anything else, but such is life,” she said, and then we both shared a laugh. “Come on, we got to hit the road, I want to get to De Soto a little early.”

“It's the least I could do for ruining your night, and bringing you on probably your worst date ever. “I sadly responded.

Seeming to find her courage, she snorted a little laugh. “Sure. I can’t imagine how that could be a problem. Worst case scenario I get a free Chippendales dance and best case scenario I get to have sex with a gorgeous guy. Fair warning, I don’t know much about sex, so it’ll probably be much better for me than you. As long as you’re being honest about allowing me to leave when the ten days are up, I really don’t see the downside. I’m a pretty boring person and all this drama is probably not as fun for me as it for others.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t work so hard then,” I quipped, mildly suggesting she shouldn’t come around so much.

“You didn’t mess up but you can get more out of the workout. Let me explain and show you.”

“Ouch,” I said, feigning being affronted. “So, whatever happened with your family?” I asked. “Do they know

“I guess” I said. “I mean yeah you get to help Rockstars like Lenny Kravitz pick out clothes. But at the end of the day it's still a job. When I got hired here I never even heard of Fred Segal!” I tell her. We both laugh. “My friend Rhian got me this job. I had worked here during their yearly sale. I guess they liked me enough to hire me on.” I say putting out my cigarette.

"I've never seen you show this much enthusiasm in class," he remarks, running a hand through his slick raven black hair.

“I’m surprised that you actually found some time to take a break, Rudy.” I said, pouring the drinks.