{"id":34,"date":"2017-10-04T15:19:21","date_gmt":"2017-10-04T15:19:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.scu.edu\/yhatori\/?p=34"},"modified":"2017-10-08T17:38:32","modified_gmt":"2017-10-08T17:38:32","slug":"example-of-a-heros-journey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.scu.edu\/yhatori\/2017\/10\/04\/example-of-a-heros-journey\/","title":{"rendered":"Example of a Hero’s Journey"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sam Schuster is a poor shoe cobbler. He hates the idea of picking up his father\u2019s trade, but it\u2019s what\u2019s expected of him. One day, Sam is walking back from the bakery when a girl tumbles in front of him. He sees two giant dark men leering over her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you waiting for? Get up!\u201d Sam shouts. Mr. Pemberly, the carrot seller, gave Sam an angry shake of his head. Sam grabbed the shell-shocked girl\u2019s hand, and the two raced off down a dirty alley way. Neither spoke as Sam led the way through the twists and turns until they ended up in front of a large brick factory-like building, with giant smoke stacks.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait a minute, you can see me?!\u201d The girl demands, yanking her hand out of Sam\u2019s angrily. Sam sheepishly wiped his sweaty palms on his worn pants while the girl defensively crossed her hands over her chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sam squinted at her. \u201cOf course I can see you. Why would I not be able to? Also, you\u2019re being awfully rude to someone who just saved you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The girl sighed, and stiffly extended her hand. \u201cTaylor. Who are you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a boy name,\u201d Sam said. \u201cI\u2019m Sam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a girl\u2019s name,\u201d Taylor retorted. She shifted from foot to foot nervously, peering around Sam to check for her evil companions. \u201cIsn\u2019t there any better place to hide?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Sam nodded, and slipped into the building. None of the workers seemed to notice the two young people walking around the meat factory. \u201cThis place is disgusting,\u201d Taylor said, wrinkling her nose. Workers stood shoulder to shoulder by conveyor belts that belched dark purple meat. Furry clumps gathered on the floor where pieces dropped and subsequently molded.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sam led them into a small office, and Taylor whirled around and slammed the door shut. \u201cHey, wanna go on an adventure?\u201d Taylor asks.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cWhere are we?\u201d Sam asked in a muffled voice, as Taylor mashed her fingers over his mouth. She put her fingers to her lips with an angry scowl.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to get that torch from that dude over there,\u201d Taylor whispered. Taylor and Sam were in a dark musty cave. The only light source was the smoky fire.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWow, he\u2019s so. Perfect. He looks like one of those Greek gods,\u201d Sam mused, watching the shadow of the man stretch and shrink as he moved.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFunny you would say that.\u201d Taylor bit her lip, digging her hands through her pockets. \u201cWhere the heck is it..\u201d She pulled out a smooth quarter-sized pebble and sighed. \u201cI really hope nothing happens, but. If I happen to die or something, take this stone from me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Sam started to reach for it, and Taylor moved away. \u201cNot right now!\u201d She whisper-screeched. Noticing his hurt expression, she softened. \u201cIt\u2019s very,\u201d she paused, looking for the right word, \u201cprecious. Please do not take it lightly.\u201d She pocketed it again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, what exactly are we doing here? Er, why do we need that torch?\u201d Sam asked, wiping away a droplet that fell from the high ceiling.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat guy is Prometheus, who gave humans fire. I need to take the torch and give it to the humans in his stead, so that he doesn\u2019t get tortured and stuff. We actually need him for a different reason, but of course I don\u2019t have clearance to know what that reason is.\u201d She rolled her eyes. Sam got the sense that she was very bitter about that.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re also, uh, pretty vague about just about everything. What are you? Why are we stealing from a greek myth? What is going on? Am I handling this situation too calmly?\u201d Sam asked quizzically.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSh, you\u2019re being annoyed,\u201d Taylor said, waving him away. \u201cSo, game plan : you talk to Prometheus, I\u2019m gonna steal the fire and avoid the evil people who might attack me. Let\u2019s go!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat??\u201d Sam couldn\u2019t believe what he was doing, but it was much better than working in his father\u2019s shop. They both burst out from around the corner. Prometheus looked up as two teens barreled into his lit cave.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHIINEEDTHIS,\u201d Taylor yelled, snatching the torch out of Prometheus\u2019s hands and running out.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait, Taylor, what?!\u201d Sam shouted, but she was already gone. \u201cUh. This is awkward. Hey, I\u2019m Sam.\u201d The cave was so dark without the fire, he couldn\u2019t even see his own fingers in front of his face. The darkness coated his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello, I\u2019m Prometheus. Why did that human steal my fire? I was going to gift it to you anyway.\u201d Sam was surprised by how deep and warm Prometheus\u2019s voice was. A small cracking sound reverberated the walls, and a then a tiny flame danced on the tip of Prometheus\u2019s slender finger.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, a light,\u201d Sam sighed in relief. He felt deeply unsettled being robbed of a sense that he took for granted. \u201cI\u2019m not really sure why my friend? Taylor stole your torch. I\u2019m sorry about that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s alright, I understand. Here, take a seat,\u201d Prometheus waved his hand over small woven cushions on the floor. They were dirty and dented from use.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is a weird question, but would you happen to know why she would steal from you?\u201d Sam asked. He felt uncomfortable when Prometheus sat down right next to him, so close that they were practically linking arms. Prometheus seemed just fine with the proximity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve never seen her before, but there is talk about the God\u2019s punishing me for loving humans so much.\u201d Prometheus shrugged, a serene look crossing his face.<\/span><\/p>\n

Loud footsteps and heavy breathing interrupted Sam\u2019s thoughts. He could see Taylor running towards them, her earlier followers suddenly present. \u201cSam!\u201d She screamed, thrusting out the pebble as her stalkers grabbed her. They all disappeared in a flash of light.<\/span><\/p>\n

The pebble clattered to the floor in front of Sam. Bewildered, he reached down and touched it. The pebble pulsed like a human heart, and with each beat, more information transferred from the minds of all the time traveler\u2019s before Taylor to Sam. Suddenly, everything made sense.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPrometheus, would you come with me?\u201d Sam asked, grabbing Prometheus\u2019s arm.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sam and Taylor: <\/span><\/p>\n

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