Personal Narrative: My Quest

How am I supposed to do that?” “It’s not going to be hard, believe me.” He made a dismissive gesture with his paw. “You just being in the Forbidden Forest will be a diversion. I nodded, accepting the assignment like a sentence of doom, the way condemned detainees do when they know there was no way out, no reprieve, no appeal.

With relief, that the information regarding the rest of the rebels is secured, I responded with a slight smile. "Thanks." As I sat up and went for my belt, pistol and cap, I caught a glimpse of the barber, who was extremely pale; as if he anguished over whether to kill me or not. Subsequently, I took several coins to pay him for the service and headed for the door, paused for a moment. "They told me that you 'd kill me.

My Everlasting Quest I am a child of immigrant parents, although we are not the wealthiest and they may have had struggles when moving to Canada, my life has been great so far with the efforts of my family. It all began when I was born in Ottawa, at the civic hospital on May 12 2001. My full name is Morgan Lee Khai Chau. My parents come from Vietnam, they immigrated to Canada around the 1900s because of all the violence going around in their home country, they also wanted a better life and future for themselves and their families. My family is made up of my parents, my older brother and my older sister.

I have to throw away the books I’ve drank, so my dad won’t find them and ask what happened to the words. What would I say “I drank the words cause I’m and ink drinker.” I definitely couldn't tell my dad. My dad is one of those who believe that only God's creatures have the right to roam this earth. If you're not believed to be a creature of god a mob comes a chases you for days trying to kill you. The last one the mob chased out a young girl who her friends claimed that she was a witch. They chased her through 3 different towns trying to find and kill her. Definitely don’t want that happening to me! Tomorrow is the first day of school. I’m scared something bad might happen.

“Well I’m here, now what?” the beast barks. As I get a good look at my foe in the clearing it suddenly hits me just how dire my situation is, the beast stands an easy eight feet tall and weighs at least half a tonne, he is enormous even for an Alaghi, its claws are even longer than my fingers “this is no time to be in awe you fool, your very life hangs in the balance!” I tell myself “it’s time to think of a strategy!” its sheer size makes my usual attack style of brute force useless as I am severely out matched “I’m going to have to end this in one blow or I am done for” I position myself and my gigantic blade in the perfect position for a one blow duel, the Alaghi observes what I am doing and obliges my challenge “although you are a disgusting monster, you Alaghi are nothing if not honourable

"You are kidding! " The girl said angrily, studying him with a long gaze. "I don’t." He answered. "I can show you my mini rewards that I always carry with me."

The man gazed at Herivus before relaxing his stance. “No need to apologize, boy. Get ready. We’ll leave in a while” “Father, why must we keep going? If the Dragans attempt anything funny, the alarms will blare in time enough for the Legions to battle”

I grinned back, revealing my fangs to him as I brushed a clawed hand over my spotted grey fur, a common trait for wolf Novans and began walking towards him. “Come on,” I told him. “When have I not had fun? What do you think of as fun?” He chuckled and we walked through the busy streets of the village and arrived at

cause like i 'm failing and could really use the help." Baze used his best fake smile , the one Octavian loathed so much. It was just another symbol of how good he was at being fake. "I guess. "Clark replied digging his nails into the wooden chair.

“ Well William, what are you doing here?” I asked. I was starting to feel relaxed and comfortable around the stranger. “Why I’m here to defeat the Johnny Rebs!” Exclaimed the soldier enthusiastically.

It was a taciturn gloomy morning, the year of 1862. The 12th of September. At the end of it, I might be with my family again or buried someplace underground. It was my time to go into battle as soon as I finish saying goodbye to my loved ones. The tears slid down my wife’s face and my daughters lingered into their mother’s arms to cover their dripping faces. I gave everyone one last family hug as my wife said to me “Be careful”.

Hi, my name’s Donovan. I’m 17 years old and graduated this year with honors. I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’.

"Who are you...? " I stuttered, my eyes never leaving my sadistic doppelganger. "I 'm yourself. When it comes to enemies one has to battle and friends one can make, you 'll find that the strongest of both is yourself." Yellow, turning into his wolf form, began to growl.

I clenched my jaw, but kept my expression neutral. " Perverseness causes us to do things we usually wouldn't, and he has a few counts of it." She finished her answer, and slyly looked over at me. "Thank you, Addison."

Jimmiela Bruessard 9th Honors Mrs.Smith Tonight? I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.”