Eve felt something soft, sharp, and icy cold touching against her cheek. When she tried to move and realized she couldn’t, she figured that she was either frozen solid or buried deep beneath a thick layer of heavy snow. Her body was so numb from the bitter cold that she couldn’t tell whether anything was pressing down on it.
She tried to remember how long she’d been out. Had she been knocked unconscious...No. No, then she remembered. She’d been sleeping, in the balloon. But how had she ended up on the ground?
But before she could come up with any sort of an answer, she heard someone cry her name, and in an instant she was scooped up from the snowy ground she had been laying upon. “Eva,” she heard a voice say. It was full of relief, and she recognized it instantly.
“M-Momma?” Not realizing they’d been shut this whole time, she opened her eyes. She was seated in her mother’s lap, between a handful of pine trees whose tops extended beyond their vision, into the blur of the endless blizzard that was raging around them. “What...”
“It’s alright,” her mother said. She was doing her best to console her, even though Eve could tell she was just as worried. “I’m sorry...It was only a little accident. Everything’s alright now.” She smiled down at her, putting as much into it as she could. “Are you alright?”
“I...I guess so.” Eve shivered. “I’m...cold, though...”
“I know. Come here.” Her mother took her in her arms and held her tight against her, so that Eve could hear her heart thumping rhythmically in her chest. But even there, in what was usually the warmest and safest place to her, she only felt more frightened and afraid.
“W-What’s gonna...What’s gonna happen to us?” She couldn’t keep herself from trembling. “I...
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...r. “Are there stars where you grew up?”
“Why, I believe there are,” her mother said. “More than you could ever count in one night. I used to watch them so many times, when I was young.”
“Can we...” Eve hesitated. “Can we...watch them, together, when we get there?”
“Of course. We’ll go up higher than ever before, and we’ll stay out and watch them all night long, if you like.”
Eve must have drifted off soon after that - she began to stir what must have been a long while later, the blanket of pine needles covering the ground pressing into her cheek. She remembered seeing someone push a branch aside and shout her name, and next thing she knew she was being carried through the blizzard on horseback, in the arms of a knight in shining armor. She figured she must have been dreaming, and she was too tired and disoriented to say anything during the encounter.
“Just weeping. I can still hear her weeping now sometimes. I know the exact sound of it, like a note you hear or a song that keeps spinning around in your head and you can’t forget it.”
The night was so still that they heard the frozen snow crackle under their feet. The crash of a loaded branch falling far off in the woods reverberated like a musket-shot, and once a fox barked, and Mattie shrank closer to Ethan, and quickened her steps.
An example of the cycle followed by her father, his father, and his father before him is told when Blunt recalls a major blizzard in December 1964 that trapped the family and some neighbors in their small homestead. She unemotionally describes how her father simply proceeded to go through the motions of keeping the pipes from freezing, calmly accepting the fact that he could do nothing as the storm progressed and he could not prevent loss of a of their livestock. Or how when he first ventured out to check on the animals in their nearby barn and nearly lost his way back in whiteout conditions. Later, when the storm passed, she told of playing amongst the frozen corpses of the cattle, jumping from ribcage to ribcage, daring her older brother and sister to cut off pieces of the animals, all with the calm acceptance that this was so normal, nothing strange about it.
"But it was all a dream; no Eve soothed my sorrows nor shared my thoughts; I was alone. I remembered Adam
...ed to confront the deep pain that she has carried in her heart; she must give an account of her life as she comes closer to the shadow of death.
The silence was okay, she could’ve lived with that. But it was the coldness that scared her; the coldness suspended in the air between them: her mommy washing dishes in the kitchen, head bent, hair swooped to the side, hiding her left cheek, and her daddy, sitting on the sofa reading the Sunday paper in silent indifference. She was caught in the middle, with her toys scattered around her, shivering at the coldness of it all. She knew.
pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into
The Hero Journey undergoes different points in someone’s life. In 1949 a man named Joseph Campbell shared Mythic and Archetypal principals with the world. Christopher Vogler fulfilled all of the Hero Journey steps. In the Princess Bride film directed by Robert Reiner is based on the book written by William Goldman. In the film Westley the farm boy leaves the farm, and goes on an adventure to provide for his true love. Westley is a Campbellion a Hero because the story has Mythic and Archetypal principals and follows most of the twelve stages of the Hero Journey.Westley begins his Hero Journey with a call to adventure out of his ordinary world.Westley is a farm boy, who works for a beautiful girl named Buttercup. The farm is filled with animals, and orders from Buttercup. The only wodds Westley says is “As you wish” (Princess Bride). Westley shows that he loves Buttercup but does not want to live on the farm anymore so that he can get a better life for the both of them. When Buttercup realizes she truly loves Westley, and wants to spend the rest of her life with him. Buttercup would tell Westley to do things just so he could say the magic words. “ Farm boy fetch me that pitcher” ( Princess Bride). This shows that Butercup loved Westley even though she did not show it, and this would send him on his adventure. Tom Hutchsion expressed in his article that “ There is a call to a new experience. This might appear like good news or bad news” (Hutchsion, Tom). Westley does not refuse the call because he wants to provide a better life for Buttercup. Westley entered his special world by getting on the ship, and starting his new life. While on the ship Dread Pirate Roberts keeps Westley on the ship as a passenger, and trains him, and he becom...
able to call for help. She then walks back outside controlled by a strange force and going with
Throughout the story, the narrator speaks of her mother’s grace and in moments when that grace was put under pressure,
“One of us is getting out alive, Eliza. You need to find your brother and bring him back home. Get into the crawlspace you two dug out, and don’t leave until this is all over and done with.” Her mother’s fierce eyes didn’t betray a single fear: She already knew she wouldn’t see the sun rise. The smell of smoke permeated the damp cellar, and it wouldn’t be long until it spread to the house proper. Squeezing into the small crawlspace dug into the wall, Eliza held off the tears as best she could. If she was going to find Claude and bring him back, she would need to stay strong. She could always cry
Knocked down, face flat on the floor, she cried herself to sleep for the longest time. “This was an impossible chase. I can’t do this anymore,” she thought to herself.
Personal Narrative There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer
captive by a sheath of frost, as were the glacial branches that scraped at my windows, begging to get in. It is indeed the coldest year I can remember, with winds like barbs that caught and pulled at my skin. People ceaselessly searched for warmth, but my family found that this year, the warmth was searching for us.