The Hero's Journey-Original Writing

Michael stepped from the doors into an arid desert wind and found himself on a dusty, winding road carpeted on either side by rolling yellow sands. He looked back for the bus, but it was gone. "Find the road and just keep walking," was the only advice that he had, an so he set his sights on a distant horizon and began to walk. There was a flash of blinding sunlight, and suddenly he was in--

The midst of an abandoned metropolis. The concrete in front of her was cracked and blades of grass grew everywhere from it. Jane's every footfall echoed boundlessly. Towering skyscrapers rose all around, but the glass was gone from their windows and the ominous creaking from all sides made her very glad there was no wind. She felt sure that the slightest …show more content…
It was a little cold, but not unbearably so; candles in brass brackets lined the walls on either side to light the way. The air was rather stale and smelt a little musty - almost like a library that is filled with old books, but not quite. The passage itself was long, straight and narrow; it was wide enough, he thought, only for two people, who would still be forced to walk very close together. He closed is eyes, fully expecting another change of scene, yet there was nothing. The sound of his feet on the stones continued to echo down the passage. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was indeed still in the corridor.

"Is this it?" he wondered aloud.

At that moment, however, he felt a gust of wind at his back. It smelled of salt and fish - a wind off the sea. Thinking this signified another change of location, Michael shut his eyes once again, but still he did not move. Instead he felt something ram into his elbow and at the same time as he let out an involuntary cry of pain he heard a second mirror his.

Beside him now stood a pretty, dark skinned young woman with eyes that were wide with fear - as, he suspected, were his own. She was soaked to the