The Legend Of A Hero's Journey Across The Mountains

“Small town big heart,” they say locked away behind their cold immaculate castle gates that rest on the remains of the previous farmland and plains. The collective heart beats but only at a convenient time suiting parties involved. “A place where everyone matters,” they utter as their motto in indistinguishable monotone voices. The people are too wrapped up in their everyday lives to ever be concerned about their neighbor, they look through life with gilded glasses. It’s as if a fog had descended slowly creeping into their view distorting what they once held most dear.

Once the men had a conversation on what to do they came to a conclusion which was to turn back around. In which they did and several days later they seen some Indians that lead them through the mountains as quickly as possible. The men decided to split up to find different routes to take back home. The men divide into five small groups and went through some complicated investigations to find the best route.

Deep in the Alps lies a small town called Clay. The sun was rising over a frosty blue mountain, and drops of dew dripped down from the leaves in the valley. Arthur awoke to find his bedroom filled with light. He went downstairs and drank a glass of water, not hungry enough for food. Arthur went outside into the chilly morning and started walking down the road. The road was lined with hundreds of huge alpine trees. A large flock of birds flew over Arthur’s head in the sky.

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When the three friends looked up they were shocked to what they were seeing. The air is sweet and crisp and a gorgeous flower meadow covered the top of the mountain. The three of them were surprised, it is actually real. In the middle of the meadow was a shack, big enough for one person.

The moon, the sky's etermal night light. It's light is as beautiful as the sun itself. But the moon brings something the sun vanquishes, darkness, and the fiercest of predators use its shade to their advantage. But the strongest predator needs no advantage of darkness, no teeth of fangs, for the strongest predator is man. Deep in the forest is a boy on the edge of man hood. He climbs, he hunts, he builds because that is the only life he knows. His body is decorated in different pelts to keep him warm in the cold months and during the windiest of nights. The beginnings of a beard growing on his face due to his increasing maturity. But this child is oblivious to many things, including his own name, Richard. But unlike most people his

The rain kept on hitting the top of my car as I drove down the old road, like how a woodpecker pecks holes into trees looking for bugs. The town of Tahlequah had really changed since I saw it last about 40 years ago. There were paved roads now and a bigger school. The small shops I remembered were now big Sears and Target stores. Busy people walked on sidewalks trying not to get rained on, and cars drove on, with so many miles to go. As I got farther out and the buildings started to trickle out into countryside, I noticed a new sound that rose above all the rest.

Gerald is a 19 year old that has other brothers that all want the inheritance of their parents for themselves they are all selfish and they are fighting over the money and they keep fighting then gerald snaps and he stabs one of his brothers and left him for dead as he was running the cops saw him and they chased him and through the city and when he found his house he ran in then the brothers attacked him for killing his own blood and then he fought out of it and he got into a fist fight with his brothers and that wasn't for killing his brother it was for the money and he was losing when his close friend came and broke up the fight and the friend got punched in the face and he drew a gun and yelled “quit this fighting aren't you guys brothers” and Gerald ripped the gun out of his friends hand and he shot it

Could you ever imagine sending your child on a field trip knowing that end purpose was for them to die? GOD sent his only son, Jesus Christ, to earth ultimately for this trip. Desire coming from the flesh of a woman, Jesus Christ is GOD's son. Jesus walked the earth to teach us about his father and how he wished for us to live, so that our souls would be clean in order to reach the pearly gates of heaven.

Its Passover and I’m flying over a table in an empty room all by myself until I hear a noise. Twelve men including Jesus Christ walk in and sat down. Jesus took a seat at the end of the table talking to the other twelve. They were all talking to each other and having a good time. Jesus Christ, sitting at the end of the table, told all of the men around the table to the, “I tell you the truth, one of you will betray me”. I didn’t know what he was talking about at first until One of the men stood up and replied,” Surely not I, Rabbi?”. Jesus then turned to the man and said, “yes, it is you.” everyone continued to eat and converse with each other until Jesus took the loaf of unleavened bread, stood up, and declared to all the men at the table,”

A Hero 's journey is someone who has gone through a rough or tough time in their but had completely turned it around. An example of a hero 's journey is in the Odyssey. When Odysseus was shipwrecked on the island of Ogygia. Odysseus was stuck on the island for seven years and lost all hope in returning to Ithaca. This was the lowest point in his life. But twenty years later he had finally returned home disguised as a beggar but later reveals his identity.

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

Many people argue on whether or not travel sports are necessary. Some people say they are a good thing because they give kids team working abilities, but others say they are bad because the people who do not make the team are left with no physical activity. Travel sports are not necessary and sports should be more of a participation thing not all about winning because, they are bad for the kids who fail to make the team. Also they are a financial burden and a big time commitment.

Three grueling days of marching. until we arrived at a small village. To the center plaza we marched, many of the frightened and confused villagers had gathered there. The legate leading the legion began reading a memoir written by a team of scouts on the horrid atrocities the Hunnic hordes have committed. We needed their support in the fight so they would agree to supply us with the provisions that had been rapidly depleting. Just before he had finished a scout rode into the plaza bloodied and battered he warned us of the Huns and there overwhelmingly large force before finally dying of his injuries. The villagers began to panic and some fled with their belongings. The Legate tried to comfort them telling them we can ensure their safety. We fortified the town built an castra. It was all we could do. Later that evening after I took a small excursion I could see the torches and the yurts atop the craggy mountain. It also became apparent that the terrain advantage they had could not be overcome by our inferior numbers. Evan so the legate informed us we would begin marching on the hill the next morning. I couldn't sleep knowing that death awaited us the at dawn. I went to the mess hall for a hiatus. While there a centurion asked me to take his shift at night watch. I humbly complied.

They have to walk for about 2 weeks to get to Base Camp. They go through the ice and go up to Base Camp 1. Jabion, his Sherpa friend, helps climb with him. Scott Fischer and Rob Hall, pretty famous climbers are climbing Everest at the same time, They go together to Camp 3. Mark decides to go out the next day, but there is a huge storm. 2 people have died on Everest already. Mark goes down without summiting, full of disappointment. He slides down, loaded up with all of the equipment. His ribs start to hurt, adjusting to the elevation. Mark gets a call from his father saying he had an infection that turned into cancer. The doctors got all of the cancer out. Mark starts crying, and his father wants him to get home as quick as