Personal Narrative: Rubria Shield

On January 3, 2009 around 11:00 PM the phone rang with what I thought was exciting news about my newly born sister, Tristyn ,but quickly turned to horror. I could heard the fright in my dad's shaken voice as he told me Tristyn had to go into immediate heart surgery because she needed a stent to open up the blood flow to her heart. Being eight at the time the only thing I could think about was how she might not make it. My dad said to me “look after your sisters, and tell them nothing about the surgery”, which terrified me more than before. I knew I needed to be brave and take charge of the situations for my sisters. Bravery is something I learned for a situation I never knew would happen.

On Friday 02/23/18 at 1447 hours I was dispatched to a juvenile problem at 3340

I awoke from my nap with a jolt. There was a man stabbing his sword over and over again into my belly. What is with these people and swords? He yelled out that his name was Beowulf but all I could do was howl in pain. “Please stop!” I screamed but he didn’t stop. That made me very angry and so I pushed him off and prepared to fight. We fought for a long time before he finally defeated me and as my world slowly went black all I could hear was the tapping off claws and then my mother’s

Having a dad that is in the military can be tough. I had to adapt to new places and go through situations that made me doubt who I really could be. Through it all my family has always been there for me. When I moved to Virginia it was hard for me to adapt. After I joined the soccer team the situation brightened up. It’s coming to that time of leaving my family. They will be moving to Knoxville, Tennessee when I graduate. Radford is close to Tennessee but still in Virginia. I seek to join Radford’s nursing program and soccer program. Radford has everything that I dream in a college and more.

I realized the centaur was using magic, commanding, an enchanted mirror to appear and burned in front of me—shiny and bright like a miniature sun. The glass revealed where the Staff of Sirethiel had been hidden and the path I was to take to seize it back and save the

Cornered, Terrified, and feeling the despair of the situation creeping in, I was numb. Staring at Drew and trying to grasp the situation, a flash of rage overpowers my anguish as I suddenly have a flashback of Drew welcoming me into the squad with open arms. The warmth of that time would be heaven compared to this agonizing heat and sand blasting into my face. Now though, here he is in my arms, with his pulse slowly fading. I get snapped out of it by gunshots followed by hoarse screams. We were being subdued, I had to think fast. My heart was racing out of my chest, wanting to escape this hell but my eyes scanned the situation. For a split second, everything seemed to be in slow motion and I sensed danger and instinctively ducked. Something grazed my hair, I look up to see a bullet zoom on by. With nowhere to run and location found out, I had to plant my feet and fight.

He ducked as I slid my sword across the air. The magnificent beast I was welding was begging to slice into someone and drink their iron rich blood. The Willowan man is twice the size of me and much stronger, but I am much more fast and nimble. He attacks me, aiming for me left side. I step aside and slash my sword through his last rib. His face turns blank and he falls to his knees. As I walk away I hear his blood gurgle in his mouth. He was wrong to think that he could possibly beat me.

“Yes, it is. I’m giving it to you.” I took the sword from him. It felt unreasonably heavy. “This cannot, under any circumstances, fall into the enemy’s hands. Do you know why?” I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I completely understood. I had been told about this sword, one that had been passed down through our family for generations, and that it had two identical sibling swords. One of these belonged to the elves, and one to the wizards. It was a powerful sword, and the one who bore such a sword could only be killed by one of the other two. That was as far as my knowledge reached.

Inspired by watching either one of either one of my parents drive from the passenger seat having trouble focusing of the road due to the brightness of the sun. Many accidents happen on the roads all over the United States because of the intense brightness of the sun blocking driver's vision while steering. Federal regulations against tinted windows make it hard to do much about the problem without facing a penalty. This invention will help drivers overcome the obstacle of driving almost blinded by the brightest star in our solar system and also help avoid tinting their windshields darker than it is legal to.

The creature he had been tracking all along. It was in the middle of the meadow and he was no more than 400 yards away. It was just smaller than the trees in the forest and was making an arrangement of sounds. It was the color of ash and it’’s eyes glowed that shone like beacons in the night. It stood on all four legs and had claws that could slice through rock. By the looks of it, it’’s skin was as thick as concrete. It was feeding on a fresh kill, making all sorts of repulsive noises as it did. The man pulled something from his bag, it was silver and sharp. It was a sword. This sword was no ordinary sword, it was a sword that had been given to him by his father which had been passed down throughout his family tree. It radiated with energy as he held it in his hands. He felt a new surge of energy pass through him. Just then the noises of the feast ceased and the beast sniffed the air alerted by the smell of the man. The man’s heart was beating and he could feel the beast’’s eyes staring directly at him. That’s when the monstrosity released a terrifying screech. It sounded like metal scraping against metal, it tested the man’s very soul and willpower. The screech did not deter the man for when he held the sword he was in tune with every part of his

We pass by one of the storage rooms when we hear someone coming towards us. Perta motions for us to hide, and I duck behind some piles of sheep fleeces. Two soldiers walk in, swords drawn. I hear my breathing roar in my ears, so I clap my left hand over my mouth and put my right on my sword’s hilt.

The arena was cold, the lights were bright and the pressure was on. We stepped out onto the ice it was fresh and crisp. It was time I had to be ready for the most important ringette game I've ever played.

"Let's start with your past shall we? About the time when you're "alive," when you haven't go on a trek to slaughter all the demon hunters." The inquisitor asked. I was silenced, I tried to avoid him, but it didn't turn out well. He glanced at me and said nothing, as if he was use to downworlders like me. He sighed and shake his head, pulling out something that looks like an angel blade, but it has a gun's trigger on the two side. Pulling the trigger on both side, a bright light came out from top and point it towards me. Then I remembered what it is, it's the blade of justice, it is said that it will give a unique effect to downworlders who's against the person who is holding the blade. I was vulnerable, but it didn't intimidate me a bit. Even though the light was bright, I didn't even blink. Maybe it's because I have some crazy demonic vampire powers, but I was stronger than any ordinary vampire.

When I was little, I didn’t know I could see paranormals. I didn’t know they existed. I was in a foster care system. One day, I wanted to go to the library. I walked through the cemetery and saw a guy sitting on the gravestone. I looked at him and saw right through him. I got so scared. Paranormals have normal people skin but underneath they are ugly. I see them for who they are underneath their skin. The ICPA uses me to bag and tag these paranormals now. Nobody else can see these monsters, so I taze them and put a tracker on their ankle and read them their rights, They need to be in ICPA custody so they don’t hurt anybody. Vamps suck people’s blood and Zombies eat people and hags eat little kids and werewolfs howl and the moon and attack people.

There was a moment of realization. Prompto wasn't just going to flat out kill you and make things easier. You were going to prove to him him what you became. You backed away from him, your gun disappearing, and a sword forming instead.