A Narrative Essay On A Hero's Journey

Merryn burst through the quiet valley, she whispered to the wind spirits her prayer: "Swift of feet so death might pass me by." They granted it but seconds later, and the familiar warmth caused her speed to increase to eighty miles per hour. She pushed aside the grasses, and aimed for the nearby road. Will they never let up? She had no time for this.

She splashed through the river the water flashed the sunlight in her eyes making them water. Every sound she made could give her away. She trembled and gasped for air, looking from side to side. Her heart thudded within her chest, the blood traveling to her ears, it muted the sounds around her.

A sharp twinge ached again along her side, taking her hand off the wound, her fingers dripped from

She caught her foot in a gopher hole as she fell the grasses wrapped around her ankle. She stifled a scream. She jumped up even though her legs wailed at her to stop. She pushed them to run ever faster.

Merryn stopped and she then stepped out onto the path. Glancing around, while every sound caused her to whirl towards it. Blood that dripped from between her fingers, left a trail. Although her hope dwindled she pushed onward.

She staggered on the path. The valley spread out before her, she looked down it was such a far way down to the bottom of the valley. Her blood curdled as hooves clopped behind her. There has to be a way to lose them she couldn't stand this much longer.

She spotted an old abandoned house and hid behind a crumbling broken wall. Relief washed over her as the area grew silent. Closing her eyes, she willed her hurried breaths to slow. Merryn stepped back onto the path, and then continued forward for a time before she stopped.

Her voice soft as the winds over the grasses, whispered to the wind spirits

"Young Lady, you shall find the finest delicacies here! Why we have the rare Basitg fruit from across the five seas! Guaranteed to give much energy!"

He is a tall man, wizened and stringy, his wind weathered skin reminded her of an old soggy boot. His eyes—sharp and youthful for his age, and seem to have a fiery glint to them for a moment—making her uneasy.

"No thank you I have plenty of energy, old man!" Merryn said. Attempting to move past him, so she can find the inn. The hunger from days of running, proved to be stronger than the pain on her side.

The man stepped around the counter. He held out his arms, palms up, a pleading look on his face. "But, wait! I am an aged man trying to pay the taxes here, will not you reconsider?"

Her annoyance, softened with pity. She nodded.

Sighing, "All right, old man show me what you have for sale... " Merryn back turned, she eyed the strange fruits in front of her while looking at his stall.

An almost too wide grin spread across the Merchant man's face. His lips stretched until they went up to his ears, and his insider teeth become pointed. She clanked the small gold coins though her fingers, gold being Galmina's main