A Hero's Journey Into The Wild

Deep in the dark woods, hidden behind tall thick trees and sharp bushes rests the werewolf. He was thought to be a monster so he isolated himself, to avoid scaring anyone. He knew here he could not hurt or scare anyone. Everyone in the town knew not to enter these woods. No one ever returned from them, no one quite knows why. Perhaps it was the depression that the winds set upon you or the voices that convinced you to stay. The winds didn't bother the wolf, nor did he hear the voices. He was too ashamed of everything he had done in his lifetime to notice any of this. He just hid and everyday the little bit of hope that remained inside of him decreased.

The last time he had been around people was at the amusement park, he went and had been completely mesmerized by the Ferris wheel and its beauty. That day he met some very …show more content…
The green and red reflecting on the tears streaming down his face. He stood atop a hill with two men behind behind and overlooked the amusement park that changed his life that one day, long ago. The Ferris wheel spun and the werewolf couldn't do anything but cry and get lost in its beauty. He then remembered that these men were the same that he had met at the amusement park many years ago. All of a sudden the nightmares overcame him. He remembered how he had attacked them. He looked at one of the men and noticed something he hadn’t noticed before. A large scar from his ear to his lip, a claw mark. He turned around to face both of the men and with tears still blurring his vision, he ran. He ran faster than he ever had before. Straight to the dark woods, his dark woods. He entered the woods and realized that this was how it must always be. He was a danger and no matter how alone he felt he could never be found. He stood at the edge of the dark forest, some light still shining on his front paws. He took his last glimpse at the world and knew that he would forever be a lonely boat resting at sea, in dark