Poppy: A Legendary Hero

(Please answer all of the questions that are found under each number. I have not assigned all of the questions under each story. So, please pay attention to the header and the number(s) under each one. In order to get full points please use complete sentences, one word answers won’t be accepted and you will receive zero points for them. In regards to the terms that need to be looked up in a dictionary, use the definition that best matches the story.)

On the story, she commented, “Explaining just what I had hoped the story to say is very difficult. I supposed that by setting a particular brutal ancient rite in the present and in my village the story’s readers with a dramatization of the pointless violence and general inhumanity in their own lives.”

"She did not take the broad, beaten road which led to the far-off plantation at Valmonde. She walked across a deserted field, where the stubble bruised her tender feet, so delicately shod, and tore her thin gown to shreds. She disappeared among the reeds and willows that grew thick along the banks of the deep, sluggish

“They themselves looked on when, bloody from my foes, I came from the fight where I had bound five, destroyed a family of giants, and at night in the waves slain water-monsters, suffered great pain, avenged an affliction of the Weather-Geats on those who asked for trouble – ground enemies to bits”(8).

Beowulf, knowing the beast would strike again that night, gathered his thanes and set out on a hunt. A hunt of which the prey was not known. They had no knowledge of the mighty beast; they were unsure of what it looked like and where it lived. They traveled across leagues of land, and they searched the sea until they could no longer swim. They finally, after exhausting themselves for the entire day, trudged up the mountains– the only area of the land they had hoped to avoid.

Moving swiftly through the trees, Cobyn followed a mental map he had of the surrounding area.  He and his family had traveled from the Marshlands before. It had been the place he had been born. The Unknown had driven them out though, leaving their city to burn. Cobyn's infant sister, Aleen. Aleen, had been lost that day, as had so many other Keddish people.  The moon shone down from above, like a silver sun lighting his path. Creatures moved, fast and flitting through the trees as Cobyn walked, keeping a quick pace. He could hear the crunching of the leaves under his bare feet, and occasionally the moonlight would catch the hilt of the sword making it shine. Cobyn hurried. The armies would not clash for many days, having

Ceres set into a slight panic gathered herself and set out to find Petunia. Ceres walked around to the seaside only to be met with nothing, causing her to become more frantic; thoughts racing through her head, the last place she could think to look is the forest. Ceres quickly ran towards the forest just a few ways down. She called out to her daughter, “Petunia! Petunia are you out there?!” trampling through bushes and running over shrubs, but then beautiful flowers started to come around. Ceres ceased her running which turned to cautious pacing, her daughter had to be around here somewhere, Petunia always loved beautiful flowers. A few more steps in front of her was her daughter, taking the hand of a mysterious man in a chariot, the man was gloomy yet handsome. Ceres yelled out for her to stop, “Petunia don’t!” but it was too late, the man along with Ceres’ daughter rode off in the distance at an incredible speed. All Ceres could do was shout in despair as her daughter was taken away.

The wolf stopped just inches away from Todrick. Suddenly sirens erupted around the corner and swarmed around Todrick and the wolf. The wolf quickly turned his attention to the cars that screeched to a stop. Men in padded uniforms stepped out with weapons that ordinary police officers didn’t carry around. Todrick got up quickly, “Sir step away we have animal control here ready to put this beast down.” Todrick quickly stepped in front of the wolf, unaware of how close he was until he felt the hot breath down his back. “Wait, don’t shoot!” Todrick called out holding up both of his hands. “I know this is all out of the ordinary

Peter Lalor followed his heart. He was a threat to the governors control and he stood against the government for the first time. Peter Lalor always would put the miners rights before his own rights. Peter Lalor not only helped the people of Australia but also helped the miners, now the miners would not have to spend all of their money on licenses but the can also spend it on tools and food.

Notwithstanding how peaceful recent weeks were, Odette’s youthful days would soon be over. The inflammation, pain, and a recently developed fever had slowed her down from the typical style of life made for travel. Previously, she had halted many times before, albeit this would be her last stop at the swamps as she rolled over onto the firm bank of the pond, crushing much life beneath her. She sighed heavily, the life seemingly escaping from her, rolling over for the last time before she made her final departure into a permanent realm of

At the heart of bushes, almost invisible to the eye, bloody red eyes peering in Herot waited on a moonless night.Although without really knowing why, waiting completely unnoticed by celebrating heroic fools. He watched and waited hour after hour drink after drink. Wacthing something they thought, no simple-minded creature would. He thought about what he saw before him. lying in front of him were the same murderers who not long ago were killing each other, iron in hand, fear forgotten,

Shrill screams rent the night air, and upon the untamed back of the wild wind rode the sounds of heavy breathing; and of someone crashing through the undergrowth that surrounded Sparon's cottage. He arose out of bed and cursed, those cursed werewolves were always trespassing on his land, disturbing his and his wife's peace and murdering the innocent. Sparon arose from his bed, and being careful not to disturb his wife, grabbed his gun from the foot of his bed; just as the were-wolf's latest victim began frantically hammering on his door screaming all the while. He was creeping slowly down-stairs holding his gun in one hand while loading it with the other; he was about to open the door, and let the woman in when a gun clicked right by his ear.

“The wander chased the birds away with his cudgel and inspected the human remnants. Significant portions were missing. There was an arrow through the skull, protruding at the back of the neck. The old man looked nervously around at the brush. There was no one is sign, but there were plenty of footprints

(Page 168) The monster ran out of hiding to save the girl. Once he brought her up on the shore, the monster tried to revive her, but was interrupted by an outraged man. The man ripped the young girl away from the monster, and when the monster tried to check on the girl, the man aimed and shot the monster with a riffle. The monster was shot for performing a heroic act. This turn of events made the monster’s mixed up feelings of anger and resentment for society

as time for her to head back inside and pretend to be the girl the inhabitants believed she was. At least for a little while, and then she could do what she wanted. Picking up her basket of flowers, she walked over the drawbridge and headed to her chambers. She deposited the basket on a nearby table for her maid to use to dress her hair later, then quickly exited the same way she came to disappear for a few hours. To go outside and pretend to be someone she wasn’t, and most of all, to escape the castle and every single expectation thrown at her.