I stir from my deep slumber to the sound of the people shrieking and the smell of flame lingering in the air. I hear the clang of the swords and pikes clashing, I quickly rise without any time to dress properly. I exit my tent and was slammed by the cold night air that is typical in the dead of night. I hear the anguish of my people, the powerful Yggdarrian tribe, outside trying to valiantly fend off the invaders. You see we aren't warriors we are simply hunters and gatherers.The fear in their eyes are evident. I cannot bear to see them in pain. But then I see the General head to my family's tent...¨Shit! Mamá. Mamá are you alright!¨ I screech over the sound of the chaos.
My heart dropped as I rip through the tent to see their Davinar slit my Mamás
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I run into the many tents trying to find other survivors. Then I make out a womens cry for help and I charge at the man. Who wasn’t much of a challenge anyway and stab the man in the back, and the blood drenches my torso. I look down and see the woman looking relieved, I offer her my hand and order her to,¨Take as much food,water, and medical supplies you can and go join the other survivors past the bridge of the Mimas river... GO!¨ In the wake of everything, I am unblinded by the coat smoke that has finally been lifted from my tribe and see the limbs of my fallen brethren scattered across my village. They all fought valiantly against these savages. I dig pile and one by one all of their bodies were put together, and I poured some salt of the Mimas river, kiss each and every one of them and felt a surge of power enter through me as the passing of strength has been processed through every fiber of my being. Through me these brave and noble people can rest easy as I sing for their souls to reach their next great adventure. As time went on I feel my power slowly wane as I continue to try and find the survivors that fled from this horrific
From January 8 to January 10, 2014, the first Wounded Warrior Pacific Invitational was held in Honolulu, Hawaii. Hosted at the Pearl Harbor-Hickam bases, this event included a total of 150 athletes. The Wounded Warrior Pacific Invitational was the largest joint-service competition outside of the annual Warrior Games. At the event, servicemembers from the Special Operations Command, Army, Coast Guard, Navy, Air Force and Marines took part in the various competitions.
It was a warm sunny day and we had just arrived at my village. When the Shoshone warriors rode toward me I began to jump with joy. When first arrived at my village all the women and girls crowded around me. I saw Kimama the girl that had been captured with me. We chattered happily, each glad we were both safe. I had found my people.
The Woman Warrior: Memoirs of a Girlhood Among Ghosts by Maxine Hong Kingston is a collection of memoirs, a blend of Kingston’s autobiography with Chinese folklore. The book is divided into five interconnected chapters: No Name Woman, White Tigers, Shaman, At the Western Palace, and A Song for a Barbarian Reed Pipe. In No Name Woman, three characters are present: Kingston, Kingston’s mother, and Kingston’s aunt. This section starts off with Kingston’s mother retelling the story of her aunt and her shameful past where her aunt took part in an adulterous relationship and expressed her sexuality openly, then Kingston’s interpretation of this story, and later what the story ultimately means to Kingston - the act of the family forgetting this
The building was empty when suddenly I my leg was grabbed , I reacted fast and pulled out my trench knife and jerked my leg away from the grasp of the hand, but I looked down at the now wet street only to see one of the men who I shot but apparently never ended, he crawled to me gasping for air as his throat filled with the blood from the wound in his neck, I looked into his eyes that filed with blood and at that moment the soldier said “ Please….p p p please help me…..(cough,cough) I…..I have a wife and daughter.” I faced a decision at that time, the monster who am or the monster that they say I am. I grasped the man in between my arms and brought him closer to my body, I whispered a prayer that my mother taught me when i was a child,”Father..forgive those who have forsaken me and forgive those who have forsaken you.” The soldier's tears of blood ran down my uniform, as I pierced his heart with my blade. I lay him down on the path and as he drew his last breath, he thanked me. The shed door creaked slowly as i peered into the warm and sheltered air that was hiding from the storm. The General stood there in his dark grey coat, covered in badges and symbols, a beacon of authority to all the soldiers under his influence. I tried to silence
Change is inevitable. Whether it be positive or negative, change is constantly happening. More than often change can take you from the known world and spit you into the unknown, where you return a changed person. While embarking on the journeys provoked by change, you are on a hero’s journeys. The hero’s journey was popularized by Joseph Campbell. When describing what prompts hero’s journeys, Joseph Campbell said,
The freedom to run in any direction. The ability to jump over any obstacle. The strength to climb to any heights. The style to make it all look impressive in the end. Parkour, free-running, being so insane as to jump from heights more than twice as high as myself, looking like an idiot and climbing on things when I obviously shouldn’t… Whatever you want to brand it as, I call it fun.
Fight with everything you’ve got!” Both of our tribes charge each other. Immediately men fall to the ground from both tribes. I see two of my men killed by Saudi at once. I then charge saudi who is fighting off one of my men. I grab my spear and as I am about to pierce his heart a Gangani warrior grabs my arm and I’m thrown on the ground. The warrior begins punching me and beating my head with an object he pulled out of his carrier. Everything goes black, I hear no more screams, I see no more violence. All I see is
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.
As the rising sun washed the field with a pale orange glow, both side left pother of dust behind and went toward the battle line. The mounted archers faded one other in the noisy battle lines. As an arrow got fired, the screaming of a horse yelled out. Both sides of the warlords were great. Our warlord?s crescent helmet glistered brilliantly. Swords clashing sound, armors clamming and the dying sound were injuring my two ears. All I did was running through, wielding my sword and screaming on top of my lungs. Even if I looked stupid and weird, it was very effective. The crows screeched eerily which seemed to be telling me the danger ahead. As I slashed one more samurai, a warlord was right in front of me. Pounding like a jackhammer, my heart was about to burst out.
It was 12am on a weekend. I had fallen into a deep sleep and started dreaming, on a normal basis, I never remember my dreams but, on this night it was a rather strange dream. It started off with me and my family going on a trip, the ended up going off somewhere and forgot about me and I never seen them again so I started to travel on my own pace. I ended up finding like a disney princess warrior town hidden in the middle of nowhere. I ended up joining them and becoming a part of their tribe. My dream ended up traveling to another section of this small wounder of a world and I was near a raving ocean tide, walking a low clif near the water into a cave said to hide a major and dangerous secret. As soon as I was about to finish my mission, that
I was only an infant when my family died. Or, at least, that's what my father told me.
Will Burland tossed and turned as he thought of the day to come. Tomorrow was the Selection, the day when all the 16 year olds would be given an option to ask one of the Skill Masters to be their apprentice. Will lay on his back looking at the ceiling of his room, what apprenticeship am I going to ask for, he thought himself. Maybe I could ask Sir Niram to train to become a warrior, but Will knew it was very unlikely that Sir Niram would agree, he looks for strong, tall boys and Will was one of the smallest and weakest boys his age.
My life started going downhill last October. My sister and I had been wrangled into yet another car ride down to Ninilchik to visit my godfather, a tradition that managed to pull through with every weekend. The ride was an hour long which allowed plenty of time for complaints from my older sister, Zoe.
I was walking along the street when suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. Someone was following me. I was scared, and I started to run. The sound of the footprints became louder and faster. My heart was beating quickly. All things that scared me came to my mind. I imagined all types of monsters and animals in that moment. I was running and running and running until I felt it so close to me. Then, I decided to be brave as much as I can and stop. I started walking slowly until I stopped completely. Then, I took a deep breath before entering the battlefield. Suddenly, I felt something on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and I started screaming. my screams were mixed with sounds of laugher. I thought that I was envisaging until I heard my sister saying
I wake up to screams in the night time. Screams I’ve never heard before in times of war. No no. This was much worse. I hear my friend come in my room and wake me up. “We are under attack. I go outside to see no other than the Trojans themselves attacking us in the ruins of Athens. They had come from Troy. There was havoc as I watch my brothers die by flaming arrows and gruesome impalement. I’ve never seen this before; I scream and pray to the gods to make it stop and I immediately wake up in my adobe quarters and realize it was just a nightmare. It was early in the morning so I decided not to fall back asleep in fear that my fears will come alive once again.