A Hero's Journey: A Fictional Narrative

There was an answer, he just didn’t have it yet. The man was running desperately, this was life or death. Soft rain fell against his dark brown cloak, which was pulled up over his head, face was barely visible in the overcast night, which threatened only to ensue. His boots trod lightly against the wet grass. A thick wood covered the area, trees standing stoically against the rain. Glancing back, the man saw a figure. He wore a dark black hood which covered from view, but he knew the figure was. This chance meeting had been long overdue, and had invoked a wild chase. Their business was secret, as was usual. The man drew long breaths as he ran, his legs moving feebly about, much more of this and he would surely be caught. His mind wandered, …show more content…
He had found a place to rest, on a large rock that was covered by the brush of the forest. With no food or water, he was starving and more than a little dehydrated. It took all his strength not to fall asleep, because he knew that would seal his fate. Deciding that it was too dangerous to go without water, he rose, though it took much effort. He walked around wildly, not really in any direction, he was just desperate for something to drink. He knew that someone was still after him, and he wouldn’t be able to run if they appeared again. After an hour of searching, he miraculously stumbled upon a small brook. Frantically he bent over and drank, too crazed with thirst to care about how he looked. And who would be watching him anyway? He was more than alarmed when a rustle of leaves nearby alerted him. He jumped up, newfound energy sprung from him. He had drank for almost five minutes, though he felt as he drank an Ocean, the brook still trickled on, looking no different as it had before. His eyes shifted as he heard the leaves move again. He took a few steps backwards, face towards the sound. Slowly, a creature approached. A doe appeared from the thick cover of the forest. She cautiously eyed the man, deciding whether or not he was a threat. Relieved, the man’s body relaxed. He was hungry, but the appearance of the doe had kindled sympathy, and he couldn’t bring himself to kill it. Plus, he thought to …show more content…
Now rays of sunlight streaked across the forest sky, penetrating the trees. The man had been resting by the brook when a familiar sound shook his body. An arrow had been shot, it had missed to his left, and crashed into some underbrush about thirty yards later. This time his aggressor was close enough to pounce on him though, and with a lunge they were both tangled together. The man fought for control of his body, flailing his arms around, looking to make contact. He was in no shape to fight, and even then his enemy probably had superior strength. Was it not for them rolling on a sharp rock, and releasing their grip of the man he might have already been dead. Leaping to his feet, he began to sprint away, newfound energy from the water helping him to keep his stamina. Slowly, the figure got up, dark hood still draped over their

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