Write A Narrative Essay On A Hero's Journey

“How much farther?” Tom shouted impatiently as he folded his arms and sank back into his seat.

As I was hunting through the mystical forest Herot looking for the meal of the night.I was to return to the cave by 9 o’clock to tuck in my precious son to bed.He had a fever that kept on going up and down,and the only thing thing that could help him was a small monster in the forest.I felt this sudden pain in my chest.I ignored the feeling thinking it was just a normal heart burn.I killed the little monster and brought it back home expecting Grendel to be in bed sleeping.I flew into the cave and called out to him.

Tree seedlings, called woodsprites, control the plot and the actions of the Na’vi, propelling the plot when possible, along with the archetypes of the evil figures. Jake was following Neytiri back to her camp, with her telling him to leave the whole time. Suddenly, a bunch of woodsprites landed on Jake, causing Neytiri to let him accompany her to the camp. This propelled the plot forward since it made Jake get allowed into the camp and continue his hero’s journey. Without this happening, Jake wouldn’t have been able to help the Na’vi or even join them in the final battle for their lives. He probably would have ended up being killed by them. Earlier in Avatar, Jake was wandering around in the forest, and Neytiri was preparing to kill him.

By the time Peter arrived at the castle the sun was close to setting. He sat down in the solar to read for a little before Adelina came to collect him so they could walk to the chapel together. Afterwards, they walked back to the castle and Adelina finished preparing the deer meat that Peter had caught that day. They didn't like to waste time in eating fresh meat, as it would go off quickly. Adelina was a great cook and Peter loved the vegetables she prepared from the gardens. The two of them ate the meal and chatted about how the estate was going.

Anxiety filled his chest as he peered behind the curtain of the stage. Hundreds of faces stared back at him, some glanced, and a few faithful fans waved. He could feel the anticipation filling the room as the opening act finished their set and they were about to take the stage. His banner dropped from the rafters and in bright red calligraphy Her Portrait In Black shined brightly and the crowd went wild.

Sam was walking home from the Morrisville Market with a full bag of groceries. The sun was hot and no clouds were in sight. He smelled the fresh bread being baked in the shops. He felt like nothing could go wrong, and oh how wrong he was about that. The sidewalk was cracked right in front of Lana’s Diner glowed an odd red light. “What the……AHHHHHH!” When a garbage truck pulled up the garbage man found Sam lying face down on the sidewalk with a \

Zeke and I has been together for a year and a half. Zeke and I met August 28, 1993 I was working at the mall at the time, in a man's clothing store; and he come in with his cousin Junior. I ask them if they needed help and Junior say yes, because his the one that was buying some clothes, so instead of me helping him I started talking to Zeke and didn't help Junior at all.

They kept a safe distance from her and while the her half of the officers pointed the guns at Riley, another officer said to her, “ We won't shoot as long as you follow our commands. Now, get over here so we can put you in the dungeon. “

The blood moon is a fateful night for all Werewolves, a child born on that night is sentenced for death, but through a twist of fate she is sparred, but her family is not. No one knows what happens if the blood moon child is allowed to grow, yet fate has a way of discovering secrets. Raised in wolf Form Ember becomes a relentless hunter, but what happens when she experiences her first full moon? Will she annihilate all werewolves like the prophecy foretold, or can predestination be overcome?

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.

My mind raced like the race car, my heart beats as the hooves of a horse on a racetrack, and my thick eyelashes holding up the tears that were going to fall. As I locked eyes with the Monster, I knew that I wasn’t safe. The angry blue eyes like the ocean waves were locked in with my helpless black ones. This time, the ocean waves were set to destroy a ship. This time, that helpless ship was me.

Screams filled the air. Only then did Jessie Grant realize they were his. He had been having this dream for some time, his dad’s and mom’s death. Before they boarded a cruiser when he was seventeen, his parents were his best friends, now he had nothing.

Watching a film, one can easily recognize plot, theme, characterization, etc., but not many realize what basic principle lies behind nearly every story conceived: the hero’s journey. This concept allows for a comprehensive, logical flow throughout a movie. Once the hero’s journey is thoroughly understood, anyone can pick out the elements in nearly every piece. The hero’s journey follows a simple outline. First the hero in question must have a disadvantaged childhood. Next the hero will find a mentor who wisely lays out his/her prophecy. Third the hero will go on a journey, either literal or figurative, to find him/herself. On this journey the hero will be discouraged and nearly quit his/her quest. Finally, the

“Are we there yet?” I thought to myself. As I walked up the mountain I could only see dead trees and rocks. We walked farther and the higher I got the smaller the island got. It was way better up here because on the boat I got seasick and …………….. I will stop there.

A hero is not a person with strength or a person how fight monsters. A hero is a person that inspires you to be the best you can be, a person how tells you that there is nothing in the world that you can’t do, a person how will speak to you in a different way. My hero doesn’t need strength or able to fight monster, but their able to change your life in a different way. My heroes inspire me to be the person I can be today and other every day. The people in my store inspire me to do thing I never want to do but they make me do it by changing my mind. The reason I picked these people because they don’t just inspire me they inspire other people to.