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