Dialogue Essay: The Hero's Metamorphose

Once upon a time, there was an old woodshop. In that woodshop, lived a man. He was pretty old. He honestly hated his job and wanted to be a singer, like on the voice or something like that. But, he was far too old for that. He made things like shovels, shelves, doors, tables, and other random things made of wood. One day, he decided to actually get out of the house and actually be social for once. He stumbled upon a judge from the voice. So he started to sing without it being too obvious that he wanted to be on the show. But he was terrible. So the judge died. And the man felt very guilty, so he took the dead judge home and used his magic to turn him into wood. He is now a table. The guilt got to him so he sold the table, to Gwen Stephanie.

He found some lonely people sitting on the benches and since he was also very lonely, he decided to sit by them. But, since he was very antisocial and never kept up with the news or anything, the old woodcutter had no idea that there was a murderer loose in the town. He sat down next to a homely looking woman, without knowing that he might die that day. He said “hello” she said nothing. He said “how are you”, she said nothing. She wanted to kill him so bad but she didn’t want to make a scene or get caught or anything so she handed him a water bottle. “You seem quite parched” said the woman. He accepted it, and thanked her. He walked home by himself, and drank the water. Little did he know it was poison and he was about to DIEEE! He felt dizzy and collapsed, and died, buuuuut his whole family are woodcutters and so umm the story will transition to his younger brother who his far more talented at almost everything than him. He started building more when he heard about the death. But he would never build the same things as his brother because almost everything reminded him of his

And just like his brother, he was also magic. But he never knew until he got into a really bad fight. He started throwing things and a big purple cloud came out of his hand (kind of like Elsa) and umm… the chairs and tables started dancing. He now knew that he could bring inanimate objects to life. He started bringing random things to life, like books, forks, clothes, plates etc. everything would just have a mind of his own. Paper from the books would start flying around. The forks would stab the walls, the clothes would dance. Until… he woke up. “It was all just a dream?” but, it wasn’t. “Hello, my name is Cogsworth”. “Umm… are you a clock?” said the woodcutter’s brother. “Yeeeesss??” said Cogsworth. “I do not like it here, I am leaving” “umm ok?” said the new woodcutter. “I will live in a castle, with a prince and a princess” said Cogsworth. “xD in your dreams” “I dream big but I still believe it can happen” Cogsworth soon left. “Hello” “what was that?” there was a candle holder under the bed. “My name is Lumière” “you’re a candle?” “Yes, yes I am, is there a problem with that” “no?”. “I do not like it here either, im going to catch up with Cogsworth” “COGSWORTH WAIT