The Hero's Fight-Personal Narrative

To play a role given to us, isn’t fun once we learn of it, however, breaking away pushes us further into the journey. The Hero's Journey, a repetitive process that seems to be in the basic natural structure of every human, and despite any efforts are often replicating it ourselves. Following the journey is simple and sometimes unavoidable. The whole journey is mapped out by Christopher Vogler's The Writer's Journey. Then seen in Dracula, Bedazzled, and Noah. Also, in a easier way Howl's Moving Castle and The Game.

Zachari's grandmother showed the QP the court documents the probation officer left that reports he has 20 hours of community services, have no contact with the co-defendants, curfew set by the parent, and contact with his probation officer.

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,

I am a hero on a team of heroes. We were sent on a reconnaissance mission to find out who the Light's parter is. The people I was sent with were Blue Beetle, Wonder Girl, Beast Boy, Impulse, and Robin. The mission was given to us by Batman. We had got into their ship and were on are way to the control room so that we could investigate what they are and why they are steeling teenage humans. As we crept through the hallways we were met by two different types of guards. Black Manta's troopers and the unknown aliens soldiers. Once they were all defeated we all put on the troopers unifoms and dragged the others to the side. We all looked at each other to make sure that we all looked like the troopers. The only person that didn't look convincing was beast boy, after all he was the youngest and the smallest of all of

Wiping the salty water from his eyes, he grinned at her behavior. "Oh, that's very mature!" Under his cool demeanor, Hajime was getting ready for war. He had sense Nevada thirst for blood, and his own hunger had responded in spades. He had always loved challenges, and it brought him great satisfaction to compete against a worthy rival. Of course, he kept the worthy part to himself. "You know you suck! I'm going to annihilate you!"

Adrenaline fueled the beast in me, I walked through each man in front of me with a stroke or two of my blade. We crushed the enemy, wrapping them in death. Their undefended backs were penetrated by swords and spears, up and down our line. Desperate cries quickly filled the air as the surviving Raiders realized they were under attack from an unexpected foe. Most of those that were not engaged, turned and fought back. Unfortunately for them, it did them little good. Others still out of our reach, turned and ran towards the road, skirting the few remaining Amarian defensive

When I woke up this morning I knew that this was the day I have been waiting for my whole entire life! I was beginning to wonder how I would make it through my first day of practice for the war against our rivals, the Wessex warriors, but then I realized that I would have people who have been through it before to help me. I looked at the sun dial to see what time it was and I realized I was about to be late for the first day of practice. As I rushed to get my shield, which was decorated with my name in the center and Celtic knots all around it, and sword I almost forgot to tell my parents where I was going and when I would be back.

Your chances were rather dull and slim in this situation. You hated it; being weak and trapped like a herd of sheep. "I don't need help," You wanted to look away from his engrossing pupils but he locked his hand around your jaw to prevent any movement. "If you're going to kill me, why are you holding back?" You snapped at Springtrap who nearly flinched--not from your recoiling statement but from a distant flashback.

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.

Two days later; the time for preparation finally ended and I knew I was ready for the fight. Before the fight we were to be told the rules and who we would be fighting to move on. The first person I was fighting was a lot smaller than me and I knew this was going to be easy for me.

As we marched on the city, broiling in our armour, I trembled at the thought of the barbourous men on the other side of those walls who would before long try to kill me. They would send flaming arrows through the sky, pour boiling oil from the battlements and, if it came to it, fight me one-on-one with sword and spear, attempting to disembowel me with each desperate thrust.

I ride faster, trying to get away from the pack of Orcs pursuing me. Their spiked armour hides most of their ugly form, but their appearance still sends chills down my spine. I see the Mithril gate of Lithien ahead of me. The Elven signal of a golden tree shines in the afternoon sun. The gate begins to slowly open and I look behind me as an Orc shoots his black arrow into my side. My blood seeps through my white dress and I cry out in pain.

"There... You will fight a demon hound." Surprised and terrified of what he said, I stay silent. Knowing the fact that, getting terrified and scared will only petrify me and get me killed. That much I know.

Gordok started to pound on the door. "The jig is up boy. Just give us what we want and I 'll let your Parent 's go." Why am I running I thought as I pulled the wand out from beneath my vest.

I heard a rustling from the tree, startling me out of my peace. I jumped up reaching for my sword and shield that I carried with me at all times. Prepared, ready to strike, I lay in wait for a figure to appear; Blestung is behind me, holding onto my shirt, cowering in fear. Suspense holds us for a moment before a small child emerges from the brush, wide eyed and curious. He spots me, then for a moment seems relieved. Then he sees Blestung emerge from behind me. Fear overtakes his features; he turns and begins to flee back to the castle.