Creative Writing: My Hero's Journey

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Sounds of rushing water crashed against rocks buried deep within the riverbed. The song of its course grew deafening as we approached its crossing at the end of the valley, a melody to which I paid no attention. Among the shaggy canopy, Sophia danced. She balanced along the thicker branches, arms stretched as if to fly. Each step of hers in unison with mine, her eyes closed as she swayed in her stroll, her mind—lost in a dream. A wooden bridge with signs of rot, spanned our river, the trail continuing through grasslands on the other side. It arched across with thick rails and thin planks that have seen better days. "Like they would send aid!" A man shout, kicking a wooden crate. "They may throw us to exile but I will not leave an empty-handed …show more content…
I could mana—" I put my hand to the man's back and shoved him towards the baggage; he stumbled, then noticed his child rummaging through the boxes, searching for a toy that he just couldn't find. He dashed and threw the boy over his shoulders, a jingling noise clanging from the brass set of keys he held. Four crates piled in my arms, blocking my view as I followed the clanking metal—a clinking ring guiding my way as I fled the danger. I tossed their belongings to the wagon and their son found haven in his mother's arms. Broken boards and chips of wood landed in the river to dam its flow and be carried away downstream. Containers and caskets ruptured in the fall, spilling contents forever lost to the waters. The bridge collapsed with decomposing debris that piled to a skewering mess. Five crates, two bags, a chest, a chair, and three folded quilts—the belongings I failed to save. "Where did you get those?" His mother's voice took an unforgiving tone as she scolded the boy. "Kaleb, are –are they the jailor's keys!?" Dust kicked in the father's wake as he sauntered back and forth across the trail. He cradled the back of his head, stomping to a lonely tree until he pirouette back towards his caravan. Auskal sat beside his path—tracking his pace. He sighed as I halted his
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