Salvation came in the form of a silver elven blade, launched into the forehead of Thorin's attacker. Backed against the frozen waterfall's edge, the dwarf king could see that the projectile came from the blond elf, Legolas, Gemma had called him, who battled Azog's spawn on the collapsed tower below. The elven prince had also provided him cover fire as he battled Azog's minions. Thorin caught the elf's eye and gave a sharp nod of appreciation, which was returned. The orc above him staggered slightly, and Thorin barely managed to catch the sword's hilt before the body pitched over the edge. Thorin raised the blade and grinned in recognition. Orcrist felt comfortable and reassuring in his hand. The silence which surrounded Thorin could only mean that the last of Azog's goons had been slain, leaving the Defiler and the King Under the Mountain alone on the frozen river. Here he was, prepared to combat his mortal enemy, a situation he had yearned for since discovering Azog was alive. Yet he felt no anticipation, no buzz of excited fear that generally accompanied battle. …show more content…
Gemma hadn’t felt the cold this whole time, because she’d been fuel by adrenaline and worked up a sweat as she pushed her muscles to their limit. Now, limping across the empty ruins of Ravenhill, she was shivering like mad. Maybe it wasn't even the cold of the mountain which caused her to tremble. Maybe this was what it felt like when one's soul died: gnawing pain, heavy cold, and hollow dread. She focused on the task at hand, determined not to think about the pain that continued to rip her apart. Thorin, she had to get to Thorin. He was the last Durin left, Azog's final victim. He was the king, and his death would be a great blow to the dwarven forces. Not that any of these reasons mattered to Gemma; they barely even crossed her mind. No, Gemma had to get to him because he was Thorin, and after all they'd been through and all they'd lost, she couldn't lose him again. She wouldn't survive
"....He meant to kill this monster himself, our mighty king, fight this battle alone and unaided, as in the days when his strength and daring dazzled men's eyes. But those days are over and gone and our lord must lean on younger arms. And we must go to him, while angry flames burn at his flesh, help our glorious king! By almighty God I'd rather burn myself than see flames swirling around my lord. And who are we to carry home our shields before we've slain his enemy and ours, to run back to our homes with Beowulf so hard pressed here? I swear that nothing he ever did deserved an end like this, dying miserable and alone, butchered by this savage beast: we swore that these swords and armor were each for us all!..."
Hunter steps back and smirks as Carter climbs to his feet and brushes off his clothes. Carter resists the urge to trip hunter as he runs toward the beach and up to Hillcrest. Carter walks up the dirt hill to the chapel. The path winds through the woods and the roots of the closely grown trees are used in place of stairs. Carter arrives at the chapel. They don’t use the space as often as they should. It is simple with large screen windows, a plain wooden cross, and unadorned altar at the front. They sing inside occasionally, but the campers often don’t care for the building, they find it oppressive. Carter pauses at the top of the hill. Surveying the camp spread out below him,
“Death hardly needed their help. The cold was conscientiously doing it’s work.”(pg.92) This is a metaphor because it’s saying that doesn't need the guards to kill the people that the cold would do it for the people, basically saying that people would freeze up to death. The effect would be that the people would die either way from the lack of water and food as well as feared and coldness and sometimes people can't take it anymore and people just fall and die without someone killing the person.
“The men we sent to aid you said when they got there; the entire village was destroyed, still burning in a white fire. When they found you, you are standing over his body, your blade glowing a brilliant radiance while it was still plunged into that creature, and you unconscious still gripping the blade as if you’d die if you let go it,” explained High Marshal Macharius, as he strode from his sentinel position to the edge of Agernath’s bed.
Small or big, everything we do in life is part of our journey. Reg Harris’ “The Hero’s Journey” describes the voyage one takes throughout life to grow and change as a person. He breaks the journey down into eight steps leading to the return. It starts out as a goal that isn’t always easy to reach, one goes through hardship and personal doubts only to succeed and become a better person. An example of this journey can be found in the movie, Troy through the character Achilles. Achilles is a strong fearless warrior in the movie, Troy who goes through “The Hero’s Journey” and ends up with a change of heart.
There are many steps of “The Hero’s Journey”. The first step of The Hero’s Journey is the ‘Ordinary World’. The ‘Ordinary World’ allow us to get to know the Hero and identify with him before the Journey begins. This step refers to the hero 's normal life at the start of the story.
Gerald is a 19 year old that has other brothers that all want the inheritance of their parents for themselves they are all selfish and they are fighting over the money and they keep fighting then gerald snaps and he stabs one of his brothers and left him for dead as he was running the cops saw him and they chased him and through the city and when he found his house he ran in then the brothers attacked him for killing his own blood and then he fought out of it and he got into a fist fight with his brothers and that wasn't for killing his brother it was for the money and he was losing when his close friend came and broke up the fight and the friend got punched in the face and he drew a gun and yelled “quit this fighting aren't you guys brothers” and Gerald ripped the gun out of his friends hand and he shot it
As they are traveling through the forests they have to use a elf stone given by Allanon to see there way through the forest. After they got through the forest, they enter a Marsh where they are attacked by one of the Warlock lords monsters. This monster that attacked them has giant octpus arms and has a body of something that resembles a Minotaur. The group must use another one of the elf stones to defeat the monster and that only leaves them with one elf stone left. Shea ends up getting separated from the other two and he ends up running into a Siren and that Siren ends up hitting him with poison. Shea undoubtedly passes out and he awakes to a group of dwarves. Shea is now in the town of CallaHorn filled with dwarves. Shea finds his brother and his guide in the town and they meet with the chief dwarf and learn that they have to make it to
In 2014, I attended the Hero's journey summer program in hope to discover myself and to become a better man. My father who has attended the program many of times introduced me to the foundation and thought I should give it a try under the Young Men’s program with 8 other teens from around the world. Nervous but also excited about discovering who I truly was and what brotherhood really meant I found myself becoming the best of friends with these guys for 7 days. During the trip I learned that in relationships it is not only about how much you have in common, but that you trust each other and can work together as one. I could not tell you those guys last name or their favorite video game but I can tell you that I knew they had my back no matter what.
Huckleberry Finn is on a quest to see who he really is and while doing so he completely ignores society's beliefs. This quest is often referred to as the Hero’s journey, in this quest the hero will run into many conflicts and when he/she is finished they will be humbled. The quest in divided into 10 parts but the 3 main ones are the call, transformation and the return of the hero. Within each stage there are steps the hero will go through and change from who he is to who he needs to become.
The clock struck 3am; I jolted out of bed. Normally, I would be fast asleep dreaming about what I was going to awake to cooking on the stove, but this night was different. An immense pain struck me, so strong I couldn't bear to lie back down. The look of confusion and terror on my face must have been one to please even the likes of Stephen King himself.
“The Hero’s Journey Defined” is an article by Anthony Ubelhor. The article goes over the way that John Campbell classified the way any story flows. It dips into the three main phases of the Journey, and the sub-phases within them. The first main idea and phase is the Departure, where the hero is hailed on to a journey, or quest. The Departure is the hero’s first step toward change and re-evaluation of themselves, and the world they live in, and they are helped along the way by many sources.
There I was sitting at the table eating what the nuns like to call food what just looked like to me slop I was sitting with my friend Felix. He came across a carrot and it was a full-size carrot he just sat there and stared at it not even touching it if he did not hurry up and I was going to grab it and eat it.
Marlee watched as the first visitor approached the door from the upstairs window. He was sitting upstairs cooking shrimp in a pot of oil. He was kind of confused to see a crazed person approach the abandon house at 9 p.m. This visitor looked old and weary. It was an old lady who was carrying a purse, while she was walking up to the house she took out a key like she lived there. Marlee was so scared he thought he was in the wrong house. He quickly called Max and told him to get over to the house right away! The old lady walked inside and started to walk up the stairs. She soon opens the creaky door who reveals frightened Marlee sitting in a boxy chair in the corner. Thats when she started screaming at the top of her lungs, her head was turning red like a cherry, it looked like her head was going to explode. Marlee took off running.
Jorgyenson swung for Asmund's face with violence and desperate wildness. Asmund reacted to the threat by raising the shaft of his axe to block the swing. Jorgyenson screamed in anger, again rushing forward and slamming the blade towards his rival's face. Jorgyenson felt his momentum come to a sudden halt. He tried in vain to move his sword; Asmund had grabbed the blade as it came towards him. Blood dripped from his hand as he smiled, calm and composed, at his opponent. The uncomfortable silence installed a sense of panic within Jorgyenson's chest. Asmund's composure in such a terrifying situation was unnerving to the point of fear. The offending Jarl looked on in the milliseconds to react, horror etched into his eyes. As Asmund headbutted his opponent with enough force to knock him off his feet, he roared in anger. The loud crack of bone