Beowulf's death

Hah!  I feel like I have won this war between Beowulf and me.  He has taken his last breath.  Eve though it wasn’t actually me that killed him, some sort of monster, evil demon has. The dragon wounded him before he was defeated, and there was a lot of questioning whether or not he would make it.  Thanks to Wiglaf, he made it through the battle, but couldn’t make it another year.  The thing I question is this: Why do they still honor him?  He was a hypocrite, only in it for the glory.  Is that really the kind of man they want to honor?  If so then I could be their leader even though I am a woman.  They honor them for turning against their God by fighting for his own selfish reasons, but scorn me for fighting for my son.  What kind of society are they living in?  They steal the dragon’s treasure, but don’t even use it; they just put it in the grave with Beowulf.  Did he even deserve any of that?  He fought for selfish reasons, evil reasons.  Beowulf was supposed to represent all that was good, but, if you ask me, desire, greed and fame are not “good”.  Either way, he is dead, and that was one of my greatest desires.  Now I feel as if maybe evil can win another time.

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Evil's final battle

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I knew we wouldn’t be the only ones to battle Beowulf!  Since he is such a “great warrior”, there would always be someone to challenge him.  This time it was a dragon though.  It was horridly wonderful to watch! You could actually feel the steaming, fiery hot breath of the dragon, the sweat pouring off of Beowulf as he struggled against the great beast.  Beowulf was too confident in the beginning, and, in my opinion, got scared when it wasn’t for sure that he would make it out of the battle alive.  They struggled for was seemed like hours, but the dragons strong scales were no match for Beowulf’s crude sword.  There was fire everywhere, and it melted his armor.  Defeat was in the air, so strong you could almost taste the bitterness of death.  However, this death would be sweet, so sweet for his death was punishment for mine as well as my son’s.

The only thing that kept the dragon from winning was that fool, Wiglaf. He couldn’t have just run away like the rest of those ‘brave warriors’?  Instead he had to be brave and ‘loyal’.  Who honors loyalty these days?  He came and saved the day.  Beowulf didn’t need help; he deserved to die.  He didn’t remain loyal to his God when he fought for the fame and glory, why should anyone remain loyal to him?  Loyalty meant nothing to us, demons only care about power and glory, we move on to the next most powerful leader as soon as it becomes known that they are more powerful.  Unfortunately, Wiglaf had to help Beowulf, and the dragon was defeated.  At least he got in a few good swipes before his end.

I thought they were christians?

The battle came and went all too quickly.  Beowulf was no match for me; at first anyway.  He was to be rewarded with gifts, treasure and fame, which works for us monsters, we thrive on fame, but they are supposed to be better than us.  The Danes are supposed to represent all that is good and holy, my understanding is that doing something for fame and honor is not God’s will.  Perhaps that is why I was winning at first, he was fighting for selfish reasons, so he deserved punishment, like my ancestor, Cain.  And where did that sword come from?  It was a gift from the giants when Grendel was born, but it was supposed to be heavier than any man could lift. Also, it was forged by giants and cursed, which are evil and against the code of the Danes.  I could see the anger and desperation in his eyes as he reached for that sword; maybe that’s why he was able to use the sword.

Unfortunately, I was no match for the giant’s magic.  Beowulf’s anger was too strong.  He cut me straight through and all of my bones broke.  Now I am in what I guess is hell.  Whereas before we live in hell on earth, now this truly feels like home. 

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Beowulf continued on looking for something else in my ‘hell on earth’.  At first I couldn’t tell what he was looking for, but eventually I saw him heading toward my son.  Grendel was thought to be dead, but wasn’t actually defeated in the first battle, just wounded.  I feared for him as I watched that retched warrior kill Grendel, broken and defenseless.  Was it not enough to go after me? 

After it was all over I noticed the water of our previous home, it was clean and calm.  All of the demons living there were dead, clearing it of its darkness.  For now God had prevailed and helped Beowulf defeat us, but he shall soon be consumed by selfishness, by evil.

Vengeance is mine!

The time has come for me to avenge my son’s death!  My plan is to take one of the Geat warriors.  I have planned it all out and the warrior whose life I’m taking is supposed to be favored by the king; perhaps one of Hrothgar’s greatest friends.  They shall mourn is death just as I mourn my sons.  A life for a life as I see it. Of course, the only problem with that is they don't know that my baby has come back to me.  His arm was severred, and for that I shall take revenge.

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…  That was all too easy!  I just snuck in taking a single victim.  Their armor was piled high on the benches, unsuspecting of another tragedy at their precious Herot.  Look at them now!  Startled into sorrow, it occurred even more smoothly than even my dear son could have done.  Once again, they call for the best of all warriors; Beowulf will be no match for me!  He may have defeated Grendel, but I am more powerful and have more of a reason to fight, there is no power greater than the need for revenge.  I was willing to settle for a life for a life, but him coming to me is asking for war, for death.

Grendel's Story

My son Grendel was the first to terrorize Herot.  They lived in a world of peace and happiness while we were cursed for our relative, Cain’s actions; he just killed his brother, what’s the big deal?  I’ve killed entire villages!  Anyway, we’d been living underwater for a while, having to watch them and their happy lives up there in Herot, so Grendel did what any real soul would do, he snapped.  The jealousy overcame him.  He became impatient and killed thirty men.  No mother could have been more proud! For twelve years, my son, Grendel, haunted them, paving the way for more monsters, but, unfortunately, some selfish “hero” severed my poor baby’s arm.  King Hrothgar could only feel grief for his kingdom before some warrior came to help.  His name was Beowulf, and supposedly he was the strongest of all the Geats.  He was trying to honor some code.  He said that he had to be brave and fight for his king.  They laid a trap for Grendel, it was terrifying to watch him get caught by their trap.  What could I do though?  The time wasn’t right for me to storm up and save him; they were still too fresh from battle.  One day Beowulf shall pay for my son’s pain!

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