Summary Of A Hero's Journey

The timelessness of his voyage had come to an end. The crashing of waves upon the ship’s hull on the open sea had been replaced by the sound of lapping waves upon the shore of their destination. The bitter wind did not seem as harsh, and the sound of Lezos gulls ensured him that they had arrived at their destination. A calmness in the air seemed to seep into his heart, filling him with an unfair hope of peaceful days to come. Of course, he knew that was not to be the case. He had come to a land torn by war. It had all started three years past. Back then he had no intention of involving himself in the dealings of war. He had come to enjoy his life in his small village far away from the shores of Kellfast learning the healing arts from his mother. War and the horror that came with it was something that he had come to loathe. He reflected on that has he gazed upon the docks ahead and the land beyond it which would only hold promises of death and pain. Here he stood three years later, on the deck of a ship ushering him

It had been given to him by his mother when he was a child. It was the one thing he had left of her. It reminded him that she taught him to never sit idly by while there are those who needed help. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, the cool air of the coming winter filled his lungs. He tried to remember his mother’s face, her calming and loving eyes reminding him that the measure of a man’s spirit can only be drawn by his ability to see his own potential, and act upon it. That was why he had come to this distant land, to use the good skills he had been taught to do some good in an otherwise ugly world. Clerics were in high demand from the southern continent of Bernadine since it had staked a claim in a conflict that was otherwise not theirs. Prelatoria had brought their fabled soldiers to Kellfast to aid the Kells which were finding themselves outmatched by the oppressive Kells of