Hero’s Journey

Jack was steaming mad. He had just had yet another fight with his mom about wasting food and was heading to the old tree house in the woods. They were always fighting about wasting food. He saw where she was coming from. They were pretty tight on cash, but if she was so intent on not wasting food why didn't she eat it. He was sitting at the foot of the abandoned tree house, drawing a dragon in the sand, when he suddenly felt the overwhelming need to go deeper into the woods.

He knew he shouldn’t go. There were dangerous animals like wolves and bears in the woods, but he had to. Some hidden force was calling to him. He had to go regardless of the dangers. The force was too strong. Resistance was futile. He got up and went. He went deeper and deeper into the woods. Crossing over bridges and going through thick bundles of trees and bushes. He kept going until he came upon an old house.

The house looked abandoned, but it couldn't have been. There was smoke coming out of the chimney. It was almost nighttime and he was very thirsty. Maybe the person inside would be nice enough to give him some water and let him stay the night, but then again maybe they would be a psychotic serial killer on the run from the cops. He went up to the door and knocked anyway. The door creaked open to reveal an old man sitting in a rocking chair by a fireplace. Above the fire was a black cauldron. He didn't seem to notice that Jack had entered. The old man just sat there rocking back and forth. Jack cleared his throat to sort of announce his presence. The old man turned around and told Jack to come in and sit down. He went over and sat in a chair also near the fire. They both sat in silence for a while. Then the old man took a bright blue stone out of the cauldron. He took a piece of cloth out of his pocket and wrapped it around the stone. He told Jack to take it, that it would keep him safe on his quest as he gave it to him. Jack asked him what quest he was talking about and that he wasn't on a quest. The old man told him he was and to go, there was much to be done before the morning.

Jack figured that he was no longer welcome in the house and left. He was going to go home but couldn't remember which way he came from. He looked around for a little then decided he would go towards the setting sun. He walked for a very long time thinking he might be going the wrong way because he didn't remember any of the landmarks. Then he finally got to a bridge he thought he remembered going over. He went to cross the rotting rope bridge. As soon as he got to the middle the bridge fell. Jack was plunged into the ice cold water and pulled downstream.

He struggled to get out of the water but the current was too strong. He sensed an upcoming waterfall and used the last of his strength but it was not enough to pull himself out of the stream. He flew over the water fall and passed out. He had no idea how long he was out but when he woke up it was daytime and he was on dry land. It looked as if someone or something had dragged him out of the water. Then he realized that he was in a completely different world than before. There were little fairies flying around his head. He wondered where he was for a while just laying there. Then he realized he must be dreaming. In a little while he would wake up in his own bed, but if he was dreaming then why did he hurt so much. Some of the little fairies had grouped around his head.

He tried to wave them away and one of them bit him. A searing pain went all the way through his left arm from his finger tips to his shoulder. He decided it was definitely not a dream. The fairies helped him up and told him to go and defeat the beast. He asked them what beast but they would not tell him. He left fearing if he stayed too long they would bite him again. His left arm was already half paralyzed and swelling up. He got out of the meadow and was standing up agenst a tree looking at the bite. Then an arrow went into the tree right above his head. There were three archers standing in front of him. They asked him why he was here. He told them he did not know why he was here or how he got here. Then you shall die they told him and then got their arrows ready to shoot him. They shot at him and missed twice but the third one hit him in the leg. He fell and they gathered around him in and looked down at him as he writhed in pain. They talked amongst themselves and decided to stab him one last time to make sure he died as opposed to leaving him there to suffer and die. As one of them took out an arrow to deliver the final blow he other the arrow out of his leg an stabbed him in the stomach. The guy fell over back. The other archer yelled at him how dare you then pulled out an arrow and stabbed him in the left shoulder right as Jack took the arrow he had and stabbed him in the side. With both of his partners dead on