My Last Battle

There is a constant threat of this dragon in the past couple of weeks. I found out that one of my villagers has bothered with the dragon's gold in his cave at the mountain side. This fiend will not destroy my city. I prepare to fight for one of the last times. I am simply getting to old. I will need my soldiers and armor to help. This battle hasn't brought this much danger in fifty years since the battle with Grendel's mother. We headed toward the mountain at sunrise and arrived at about four hours later. I ran into the dragon's home with a war cry and the pure stench of poison almost knocked me down. All of my soldiers ran away and cowarded in fear. The dragon let out a great breath of fire; my shield that I holding in front of me was slowing melting. It's saliva was also poisonous and was getting on everything. I couldn't seem to get close enough to the dragon without it's flames and poison almost killing me. I had almost lost hope until I seen my cousin Wiglaf had been the only soldier that had enough courage to come back and help me. With his help I was able to get closer and closer until I stabbed the dragon as deeply as possible. It was over but I was brutally wounded. Wiglaf helped me get out of the cave. I don't know if I can make it. This might be my time. I declare Wiglaf as the new king and tell him to bury me properly. This is it.

Time as King

Succeeding my time in Hrothgar, I return to my homeland. Shortly after I am named king of my land and it was the proudest moment of my life. This was what I have been fighting for. My life seemed to move in slow motion as they placed the crown on my head and i sat down on my throne. My speech moved the Geats and put an end to any doubt as a great king. For many years my kingdom went uncontested, until the Vikings from the South Isle. What were they thinking when they put on their armor and preparing weapons? Were they tired of living? They were strong but they lacked brains. The strategy was not well thought out. The boiling water and traps put a halt to their strength. Those were the later years of my prime. I can feel myself becoming weaker and i understand that someone will enough strength and heart will become powerful as I was. Trying to find soldiers that are brave and dedicated is harder to find than the older days. They just don't have the heart that we had back in the day 

Mother's revenge

After I dealt with Grendel, he went home to his mother and bled to death. Grendel's mother, enraged by the death of his son, killed Hrothgar's best friend. The death of Hrothgar's friend caused him to go into depression and he needed Grendel's mother dead. He called on me once again to deal with her. This was much more dangerous than my battle with her son. I knew I had to go to her underwater lair, so I prepared myself with armor and weapons. On the way down through the underwater hell castle, I had to remind myself over and over to stay alert and be ready for anything. It was getting hotter every minute for hours. Swimming in this near-boiling water is harder than I ever imagined. Grendel's mother spotted me first and swam toward me. She grabbed me and sat on me with her enormous body. While immobilized, many creatures and monsters tried to end my life, but i was protected by my helmet and chain-mail. Grendel's mother also tried to stab me with a very rusty and bloody stained dagger. Her attempts were not enough to harm me greatly. In frustration her grabs me and take me to her battle room. This was a terrible decision because I was no longer fighting under extreme temperatures. As I strike her with my blade I notice that it isn't damaging her at all, but as soon as I begin to lose I see this large two-handed sword on the wall that was hand made by giants. I retrieved the sword and get close enough I split open her thoat and watch her die.

The Beginning





Growing up I always was the strongest and bravest. Many challenges and test are mere obstacles in my way. My father was a famous warrior and friends with Hrothgar the King of Herot. But I would hear these stories about this great evil named Grendel; who killed most of the greatest warriors with ease. I need to kill the fiend and achieve the fame to come along with that glorious victory. I need to gather fourteen of the strongest warriors and travel to Herot. When we finally arrived I had to set a watchguard in his place. I am Beowulf, I don't speak much but I had to let him receive my word-hoard. He let us go visit Hrothgar and explain why I am at his kingdom. He told us that Grendel visited the mead hall every night and killed anyone that was in the area. So I planned to "sleep" in the mead hall with no weapons until he arrives and when he did he grabbed one of my solders and ripped him like a sheet of paper. He goes to grab me but i grab his arm instead. With my strength i rip his arm off and he runs away to his home only waiting to die.