Summary Of A Hero's Journey

In the darkness, among shadows and in the mangled limbs the scent of damp decay seemed to thrive along with a animalistic mass that's eyes glowed luminescent in the night like embers of a dying fire. Sunlight was an object of avoidance for this primitive predator. It’s grotesque body cascading delicately meandering through the thick hanging forest, that was obscure from the eyes of innocence. The monster's flowing movement through the timberland mimicked a dance that was set to a low pitch steady rhythmic tempo. Gracefully terrifying the monster stayed insignificant or at least undiscovered to those who did not deserve it.

Jamie swallowed and took one big breath, this would be his last breath that he shared with the auburn red deer with white specks. His sweaty thumb reached for the trigger, a moment of silence was placed over the last few seconds before he griped the trigger of his grandpa's rifle. BANG! He watched as the bullet went soaring thru the air. His body still as the bullet spirals thru the air and pushes thru the outer layer of the deer skin, he watches as it twists and turns thru the next two layers until it reaches the inside. Jamie could tell as soon as the bullet passed thru the deer's skin because as soon as it hit the fragile doe the creature turned its head to look at Jamie, the look looked like the animal was saying to the boy, ok and that

Nebs pounded on the bridge door furiously with her hooves. She knew it was futile effort, but she persisted.

“In a forest of mixed growth somewhere on the eastern spurs of the Carpathians, a man stood one winter night watching and listening, as though he waited for some beast of the woods to come within the range of his vision, and, later, of his rifle.” This scene feels frightening and suspenseful, making the reader interested to read more.

In “The Hero with a Thousand Faces,” Joseph Campbell dives into his theory that every culture’s myths share a sense of universality. In other words, all the myths of each culture stem from a common ancestor, or “idea.” Campbell shows a very headstrong opinion on his theory, as if it is a universal truth that cannot be altered because this theme “will always be the one, shape-shifting yet marvelously constant story that we find.” His use of the word “shape-shifting” insinuates that these myths are different but simply changing slight form from the “original,” which is not an actual myth but a collection of similar myths. The prologue lays out a

It was a dark and stormy night in Wismertown. The streets abandoned as everyone has retreated to the safety and security of their own homes. Or so that was to be expected. One boy, a very reckless boy was still on the streets, running. But from what? Nobody knows. It is said to be 50 feet long and just as wide, a very feared beast. Wismertown is filled with monsters and all sorts of misshaped creatures, but none were like this. Jake ran and ran until he could not and would not run any farther. He finally reached his home. He jumped onto his bed and under the covers as the gargantuan beast was still patrolling the streets. After a few hours of hiding under the sheets passed, Jake heard a satisfying flap of wings and looked outside to see the

On the weary night, a shadowy beast wandered into the town of Hadleyville. Attracted by the light and singing of the town’s tavern, the beas punch open the door. The pieces of broken door flew across the tavern hitting liquor bottles and people inside. The men, too drunk with moonshine, are only able to make out the beast contour marked with moonlight. Anger by the appearance of the beast, the drunkard next to the entrance pull out his revolver and open fire. The bullet, upon contact with the beast, ricochet off and hit another drunkard. The bartender appear from behind the bar counter and blast the beast away with shotgun. While it caught him by surprise, the beast stand tall unmoved. The men at the tavern, scared by the beast, began to scream and retreat. Many jump off from window, gun in one hand and their drink in another. Grendel then

You would never have seen it had you not know where to look.After he left Salt caverns he was leaving and on the trail there were no signs to know where to go.Then he realized it was getting a little dark and he would have to wait until the morning. The next morning,the sun was up and he got all of his stuff and began on the trails and then he was recognizing the trees or the marks. He stopped for a second to retrace his steps. Bahauddin doesn't know where he is and tries to find his way but cant remember where he went before he fell asleep.There is no one around for him to ask so he could at least know where he is.He first goes by the side where there are not as many trees and sees smoke as if someone had just burned out there fire from

Joshua Hames gazed over the horizon. The orange-purple sky was filled with an immense beauty. He could hear the birds tweeting goodbye for twelve hours His new life was waiting for him. He had graduated from High School with a grade average of 96%: he was an incredibly bright student. Additionally, he had been voted ‘Junior Athlete of the Year’ and was the Dominatur ( most proficient athlete, scholar and musician) of his class of 400 pupils. He had waited five years to join the the Eagle Tribe Army. Now, he would begin training. Eager to begin, the young man (aged sixteen) strolled towards The Great Mountain; it was traditional for every new warrior to climb The Great Mountain, sleep at its peak and, at the crack of dawn descend to the tribe.

Gunter quickly jumps to his feet and starts to sprint his way to the top again. As Gunther tries to claw his way up the mountain he can tell that the creature is not far behind and is closing in quickly. He makes in sight of the camp. When he spots tom sitting by their weapons he starts to yell. TOM TOM, I FOUND THE BEAST I FOUND- in mid sentence he is struck down by the beast. Gunter! Tom yells, as Gunter hits the floor Tom reaches for a crossbow, he fires a shot. the arrow bounces of the thick scaly skin. As Tom is reloading his second arrow the creature leap’s at Tom. The creature knocks him down. Tom draws his dagger from his sheath and stabs the dagger in the monsters temple, the blade rips through the soft tissue the monsters temple and causes the monster to fall on the ground. Tom quickly rolls away and starts to crawl towards the rest of his equipment, the monster is still twitching from his wounds, Its temple is dark red as blood oozes from its wound, Tom picks up his spear, and is about to finish the beast, when the beast's tail sweeps him of his feet. Tom hits the ground

When William made enough money to buy a bow, sword, and some arrows. He learned to hunt, when he killed a wild dog a puppy ran up to the dead mother and started to weep over its dead mother. William felt so bad for the dog that he took it back to his cabin and raised. He gave him the name Bufford after his father. When the dog was of age William took Bufford on his first hunt they became good team learning each other's weaknesses and strengths. For example Bufford had a keen sense of smell which made it very easy to track down an animal, but one time Bufford sensed a disturbance in the forest. Loud roars and footsteps that trembled the ground beneath them. When William and Bufford reached the beast that was causing the disturbance to the forest. William never seen a bear that big it was bigger than the cabin they lived in. William became a very accurate with his bow. When he drew his arrow and put it on the string pulled back, took a breath, and released. Hit the bear right in between the eyes. But this only enraged the bear, he looked in the direction the arrow came from and began to run after Bufford and William. William had to mislead the bear some how. He dealt with a bear once but not of this size. He had to confuse the bear by using detours he ran into an old ruin of what looked to be a small castle. In the ruin lived an old man he gave the bow to William it was golden and it

A short, skinny man was running through a moonlit forest, cloak waving in the wind. In his sweaty hand, he held two knives tightly, holding on to them as if he was going to die. Following shortly behind were two men, only a few yards away. The branches of the trees cast their shadows on the ground, giving him slight moments of cover.

He sneaks past them and gets to the bridge. The trolls try to attack again but they quickly remember who it is and hide back under the bridge. Justin gets to a large thicket of woods. He feels weird when he is walking through these woods, the trees are all spaced out and the ground seems cleaner than other parts of the woods. He hears whispering and begins to run. He is scared of what is going on and begins to run, the whispering gets louder, and he trips over a tree branch and knocks himself out. When Justin came too he is being held up by a tree branch. Justin looks around to see if anyone is there and screams for help. The tree opens its eyes and shakes him to be quiet. Justin is freaking out because he has never seen a talking tree. The tree tells him to calm down and listen. He says that he is in great danger if he is traveling to the kingdom beyond the woods, he walks Justin to the edge of the forest and it is a large field with cows in it. Justin is laughing because he says that they are just simply cows, the tree sets him down and tell him this is a serious matter. The trees tell Justin that the cows explode on contact and to avoid them while getting to the town at all cost. Justin was shocked at this. So he got down and started to crawl. He was going very slow so he didn’t spook the cows and cause them to charge. He was weaving in and out being careful not to

They hear weird noises and then they see a pair of eyes in the haze of the trees’. And then the creature comes out and it is visible. It said “Great King you have returned.” Then it calls for all the other animals in the forest. They all are happy because their “King” returned. Kevin said “I’m not your king”. The animals said “Oh but you are, you have the “Great Knife of Fire””. Then he looked at his knife and

Motioning the party back as they surged forwards in anticipation, it began scrutinizing both sides of the ravine that lead down to the river. Seeing nothing, but unconvinced, knelt and began a more intense study of the places an ambush predator would most likely be lurking. Only this delay didn’t sit well with others behind it. Annoyed by the grumbling the leader turned and fixed the offenders with an glacial glare followed by a low menacing growl, vanquishing any further descent. Distracted by this impatience, it became aware of a sharp pain in both hands. Glancing down, the leader realized that it had absentmindedly been gripping its clubs so tight that,blood had started oozing out between the its fingers. Fully recognizing the