A Narrative Of A Hero's Journey Chapter 1

Chapter One
It was almost evening, and the sun was starting to fall. Looking out my window, I could see the sky turning a light pink where the sun was descending towards the horizon. I was waiting for a servant to deliver the news of the king’s request for my presence. I had been waiting all day from when my father, noble Frederick had told the king would speak to me. He had told me he was concerned. Whatever this meant, it was bad news for me. The king rarely had audiences. They were only for the most important purposes, like dealing with threats that challenged his power, control, or kingdom. The result was usually a painful death for the guest. I shivered. However, there was the small chance that he wanted me to perform a task for him, with

The king had plans. That much I was sure. What was uncertain was what plans he had for me in store. My biggest concern was the fate of my next quest, which was at stake if King Bard decided to keep me under careful watch. My quest was that of one to slay the Terror, which was a dragon that lived in the mountains in the more remote areas of Nightfeld. Lately, the Terror had been attacking villages closer to the more populated regions. People were worried. King Bard hadn 't taken too much notice of this problem, although many knights had already died in attempt to slay the beast. Not a single maiden had gone, of course. This was my chance. I could prove that females were not all meant to be innocent, clumsy, wives to take care of a household. A maiden could slay a dragon, they 'd see. My only concern was the king 's supervision that would make it almost impossible to leave the castle. My best bet was to just run away without looking back. If I was banished from living in the castle, I wouldn 't care. I didn 't really like living here anyway. I knew it would cause a lot of trouble for the king, though. It wouldn 't look good for his kingdom if a maiden ran away from the castle. I guess that was too bad. If he gave me trouble, I would give him trouble. I was done playing the game of helpless

I stared up at my dreamcatcher, dangling above my head, a strand hanging off. That would be why. My dreamcatcher had broke, letting all the captive dreams ruin my sleep, and give me a bad headache. I grumbled, holding my head between my hands. “Stupid dreamcatcher,” I muttered. When the worst of the headache began to subside, I stood up on the cold, stone floor. By then, my senses had returned, and a sudden thought raced through my head. The princess’s birthday ceremony! The brat. The princess had a bad reputation of throwing anyone who did anything that she didn’t like in the dungeon. (Like be late for her ceremony) I was in trouble if I didn’t get there. Fast. I quickly dressed into a blue gown, and hoped that it didn’t already start. Quickly braiding my hair while slipping on my shoes, I ran out the door. The hallways were empty. At this point I was nervous. The empty halls suggested that everyone had already gone to the ceremony. I ran harder. My room was on the third floor. I was now on the second. I still had to get to the first floor, where the ceremony was. When I reached the last set of stairs, I looked around. No one was in the halls. They must be already at the ceremony. I took the shortest route, and slid down the curved rails. As I reached the bottom, I could see a scullery maid standing there, hands on her hips. “That is most unladylike,