The Hero's Journey-Original Writing

He looked up at the tinted sky, illuminated by scattered stones.

“This world…is cruel.”

Kayn Hayes sighed, raking his hand through his dirtied blond hair. It was a deep, meaningful breath, with a tale behind it. Maybe once before somebody may have liked to listen to the tale, maybe not.

He proceeded to look to his left and then his right; all that surrounded him was a wasteland, garbage as far as the human eye could see, and further. Decades ago, humankind was warned that if further action was not executed, Earth would end by the hands of its own race. The human race were ignorant even then, and continued to crush Earth. Eventually, she gave out, and at least a third of humanity was annihilated by natural disasters. The rest had fled to neighbouring planets such as Mars – the Great Migration, it was unofficially named. Few remained to their natural soil. Kayn is an example of such.

“People never learn from their mistakes,” he muttered to himself, kicking a tin can. He remembered the days when his friends would play with him, with a wonderful buoyant thing called a ‘ball’. Those delightful, euphoric days. But those days

“Pathetic,” she said to herself. She rested her legs on her designer desk (shoes on, which violated one of the Sierlock household rules) as she read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory eagerly, even though she retained her ordinary expression – which was mundane. Myra found books fascinating; her eyes sparkled in a special way unknown to others. However, her folks thought otherwise. For them, the only reason Myra was favoured over her three other siblings was because of her ability, her sixth sense. Myra was a psychic, able to read minds and predict the future. The Sierlock family gained power and status through her ability. Without Myra, the Sierlocks would be powerless and inferior to those above them. Myra was the key to the wellbeing of her family. Because of this, her only purpose of living was to obtain higher status and