Personal Narrative: My Hero's Journey

Love and contentment filled him. He had to tell her how much he loved her, and that he’d forgiven her transgression. He only hoped she’d forgive his.

"She had returned because she felt she could save her soul. She had gone home because she was frightened of the future and felt sure a natural order could yet be resumed. He had no choice but to continue with what he had begun.

My hero’s journey begun with my call to adventure to graduate high school and go on to college. When I was in middle school, I never would’ve thought that high school would be so different yet so similar to middle school. It was different because there was a lot more students and you pretty much had to be more mature about things, but you still had to work hard and earn your grade. My supernatural aid which helped me in class, were books and a pencil. Most of the knowledge we needed to understand the class was in the books, a pencil, to take notes and write essays and other written assignments. My crossing of the threshold will be when I graduate and go on to college to continue my education and earn a degree, but I wouldn’t be graduating if it wasn’t for the help I had. Some of the main people who helped me were teachers who helped me understand many subjects, and

She said that "… my family was going to be forcibly removed … So I started planning how to help them escape" (¶ 12 Ln. 3-4). She had just gone through everything to get herself to safety and she yet was willing to throw it all away to jump back into it again. She knew her family was in danger and she put herself at exponentially more risk to rescue them. She knew she had to help her family and she was courageous enough to throw herself back into the danger to save them. Her courage here helped her push through and not only survive but rescue her family as

She got into the house and stood over Rudy contemplating whether to tell him or not. I could see exactly what she was trying to say by the thousands of words her face told me.

How she knew these things, was a mystery to him; but he had no doubt that she did. It seemed that this gift of hers was as much a curse as it was a blessing. Yes, she

To understand and assimilate the truth that she would not be around for long was an uneasy venture for her. However, she accepted it.

In the end though, he hoped that this was the right choice, he hoped that by doing this he would make everyone happy. But he could only hope.

She let out a long breath, releasing tension that she had been holding back nearly all day. She felt she could barely stand. In a few moments, they would have to move. Then she would question what Aither was going to do now that he had the sword, and what she needed to do now. Doubts would sink in, the horrors of the day would come back-

There were more things she and Viviana had to complete before she could come here. Things which left her sad and empty. But she knew what must be done and knew she was the one who had to do it. It was her bloodline. Her

He sunk into his chair in defeat, and watched Captain Torch wish inside her mind for anything else to have happened. There was some way that he could comfort her, but he did not know how. He remembered the night they slept together in her bed, how her small body shivered from the frostbite air. That night, he was the only person that could help her, and today, he was the only person that could console her failure in

She caught on quickly to just what was happeneing. She pieced together her memories - tiny parts of what happened earlier appeared in her minds eye.

She looked into the eyes of her son and found herself at a loss for words. She had heard about Aria and the house that still stood at the end of Lancaster Street but she hadn’t ever heard their beginning. Fortunately the old man in the bed had the words she didn’t. “I mean that today I finally have found the kind of peace

The more she talked about her ordeal, the more she opened up. There was always a glimmer of hope in her eyes after telling her story.

And suddenly, instead of the fear that had been rushing through her, comfort sweeps the fear away. Comfort from the prince's warm embrace and the knowledge that she wasn't hated by her parents. That she has a family. But also an overwhelming sadness.