A Narrative Essay On A Hero's Journey

It was very late when they docked in Sagera and it took some time to arrange for the carriages to pick them up since no one anticipated their early return. Nightburn quietly waited at the end of the dock with the others, no one wanting to talk. The only thing they all wanted was to be on their way back to the manor. After a half hour, the carriages arrived with everyone moving forward to greet them and begin their journey home. Balthazar appeared from out of the darkness, “My Lord, please get in and let’s be on our way.”
Climbed in, Nightburn removed his chest plate and placed it with his helmet next to him, and made himself as comfortable as he could for the four-hour return trip to Banniff and the manor. Balthazar followed and sat directly
He told me he had been looking for me for several weeks, ever since stopping at my town to visit several merchants, and overhearing the story of a small boy who could start fires just by imagining them. During his travels, he told me that he often came across orphans or abandoned children with special talents, and these children, he took to a special orphanage, much like the academy, except instead of being taught the skills to become a knight as you were, they taught the children the skills to become mages. It was there that my education in the art of magic began.
It wasn’t long before the instructors noticed that excelled at my vocation beyond all others at the school, and I became their most gifted and treasured student. When my mage instructor displayed a spell, I successfully performed it on my first try, and easily repeated it thereafter. However, I soon grew bored with their limited teachings, and dove into the art of the forbidden, black or if you prefer, dark magic. I soon excelled at that also, however, their library had very limited knowledge on this type of magic, and I knew I would have to seek elsewhere if I were to master