Personal Narrative: My Hero's Journey

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It was my turn for guard duty today. I head for our boarders and since I was the first one here like always I pull out my journal and finish my report on the maple tree. I'm a real fan of how nature works and why certain things occur. I laugh to myself as I remember the movie Avatar by James Cameron." What's so funny?" said a gruff voice. I look up to see Lloyd smirking down at me. I rolled my eyes as I stood up to face Lloyd. He smelled like honey almond once again I pushed pass him and walked towards my station. "Oh come on sweetie don't be mad" Lloyd said teasingly. I turned toward him and gave a fake smile. He walked towards me but I had turned around. I felt his hand wrap around my waist and I was pulled to his stone hard chest. “Lloyd get off of me" I said quickly. Lloyd …show more content…

I went stiff in his arms because I was only called when I was younger. I turned to find Lloyd gone once again. I huffed and thought “Why does he do that? It’s so annoying". I walked away towards the gate of our borders and saw the soldiers were also on patrol. I find it dumb that they would also be on patrol even though they know I wouldn't let anyone harm them because my brother's family is with them and so is Aaron's daughter and wife. I was five hours into guard duty when the alarms went off. I grabbed my gun and headed towards the tower. Once up I saw what had set the alarm an unknown person who was tearing away at the armory compound we had. I climbed down and headed towards the enemy and held my gun at the person. "Step away from the armory and no harm will come to you or anyone you know" I said sternly. The person turned around quickly then stalked towards me. I saw his eyes were gold and he looked like he was pure muscle. Soon before I knew it he was right in my face and he smirked "You are scared I can tell". I suddenly

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