Personal Narrative: A Hero's Journey?

The sun glistened in the daybreak and a dark figure appeared on the foreground, and moved gracefully across the pathway, nearing the bench that presided at my side. My eyes scoured upward as he neared and the sun blinded me, but not before I saw the figure, a man, glance my direction and change his course. He was wrapped in an opaque tunic that countered the illuminated color of his hair, it was a halcyonic gold that glistened against the flare of day. His trousers were khaki color that exalted the man’s frame. Once my eyes cleared and I was able to open them the man was closer than before and I was able to see his face much more clearly. His face was stern, yet pleasing to my eyes. The color of his eyes were yet to be revealed, yet I could see the secrets that they held through the small smile that cornered at his lips.

Even though I was alone, except for the stranger, I was not afraid to speak to him and it became apparent that his intentions were to do so. As the golden statue before me neared the pace of my heart picked up, though I was unable to decipher the reason. I had never seen a person who appeared parallel to this immigrant for he appeared as a golden god walking across the field towards me, he glowed in the illumination of the glowing orb in the sky and he glowed. Even if the stranger had been coldhearted and mean I feel as though it would not have mattered for his beauty captivated me in a trace. He stepped up to me and offered his hand in a handshake and his eyes fell upon minea and captivated me in their ocean azure. There was a storm in his eyes that I desired to calm, but I perceived that there was no stopping this shipwreck. I offered my hand and felt my arm tremor beneath his touch. He gave me his name and I returned mine with a shutter in my voice that was apparent through my