An Essay On A Hero's Journey

"Ah young lord Glenard, do you have a business with me?."

A man from the corner of my eyes answered my question. It seems not everyone is missing yet.

"Barry, where's the other guards?. Shouldn't there be four people guarding this gate?."

"Well, they say the cold is too much for them to bear. So they are currently recuperating in the tavern. They should be back soon after finish warming up."

Seriously?, what use is guard shift if they leave the post on their own whim?.

"So other guards just left you here alone?."

"I can just yell at them if I notice something suspicious. A hero doesn't feel cold anyway. "

Barry, blacksmith's son with the heart of a hero, or so he hopes.

Rupherd initiate more militia training as the goblins attack frequency increases, taking anyone willing enough to guard the
Barry might be a little older than me, but I've been training with sword long before he was even born, an eleven year old body won't stop me from defeating him.

It felt quite good to occasionally win a spar every once in a while. There's chance that I'm already capable of beating Rupherd or at least the other guards, but it will require me to use my domain in ways other than telekinesis, something I tried to avoid in order to stay low profile. There should not be too much suspicions if I beat Barry, hence he currently act as some sort of punching bag for me. I'm planning to keep low profile until I truly sure I can hold my own when there's challenger or other sorts of people after me.

Me and Barry current spar records is thirty-four win for me, and null for him. He simply doesn't know when to accept defeat, always asking me to spar whenever we meet. His behavior also worried his parents, who would prefer him to take over the smith rather than becoming a swordsman. He himself have set the path of hero as his goal, currently splitting his time between blacksmithing and