Free Narrative Essays: My Hero's Journey

The last thing she wanted to do was run away, but that was all she knew how to do. Run, run, and continue running. How could someone like her be the salvation of a disappearing race? Such thoughts plagued her mind until she felt the familiar warmth that only emitted from Reuna, his words stinging deeply. What did he know about harsh realities? He had no idea what she was going through. Not so long ago she was living in a lavish palace where servants were at her beck and call. Edmund was always chasing after her with a lecture on the tip of his tongue for her unladylike actions after getting the order to collect the wayward princess. Edmund… just the reminder of him made it feel like the wind had knocked out of her lungs and she was suffocating.
“The men that swore to protect him, they killed him, and they killed everyone in the palace… So many were killed, all slaughtered for believing in their King and I had to make it out alive,” her voice was weak and wavering unable to keep the dry sobs from escaping. No matter how much time passed the memory never got easier. “I killed so many…. Because of me, thousands were burned alive for harboring me, the fugitive, the one they claimed killed her own father out of greed. I have done nothing but brought death and now you’ve decided to follow me when you should be running while you have the chance,” she got the words out even though they were terribly jumbled. The story was not unknown, though, it was claimed to be the beginning of man's demise and the Church’s biggest move to become a powerful force in the world. “I can never escape the church and I have now put you in danger,” she kept rambling feeling like she could not express herself well enough. In her mind it all made sense, she was the princess, the one sentenced for murdering her father and because she hid in the ghetto they’d burned it down. Sadly, that is not what was coming out of her mouth. She was by no means a storyteller like