Disclaimer: I do not own Beowulf (Obviously).
Beowulf: The Giant of Germania
Alas the ring-giver Beowulf, the geat hero, had many tales untold!
Slaying the demons of the great water-channel during a competition,
challenging hell spawn themselves in a match of strength.
A call for help from the Germanic tribesmen requested the noble hero
to come to their aid! A living giant had pillaged their land and had been
stealing their gold and lambs. The villagers had been at unrest and
left with little of their own, each brave warrior sent slaughtered before
the beast's might. Almost all hope and joy devoured along with the
village sheep and heroes as each day passed unknowing of Beowulf's
arrival…
By the season of dead-leaf, where ice and stinging-wind reigned supreme,
where snow brought famine and sorrow, where many died
and were forgotten, the great slayer of demons had arrived with his
brave followers to rid the frost covered land of the unholy
evil that leached off of the poor souls. The man, a warrior renown for his recent
defeat of the demon 'Grendel', watched over the cold and barren land,
a small village not far from the shore. Immediately the Germanics welcomed
the geat-hero with open arms and brought him and his men to their great-hall.
"Come great ring-giver Beowulf, protector of sailors, slayer of Cain's children,
allow us to honor your arrival with a feast of what we have!" Offered the head of
the village, willing to offer all that was left for the protection from the monster that
pillaged their lands long before. "Stay your hand nobleman, keep your food
as it is all you have left. The season is harsh and mustn't be wasted on
those such as us, we shall find our own way and rid you of this
foul beast before it claims any more! Of this moment we shall march to
the lair of this giant and vanquish its reign once and for all!" The great warrior,
followed by his companions, marched back out into the snow covered land
in their devoted quest to kill the great giant and attain glory for themselves.
The battle band marched and marched until they stumble upon a cave
lined with blood and wool. "Who dares enter my cave!" shouted the
giant. "I am Beowulf, protector of nobles and slayer of beasts,
you shall no longer torment this earth demon!" Replied the great warrior
seeing a fattened blob of a monster stumble out of his hole. "These are
my sheep, my land, my gold puny human, die like the rest!" The enraged
beast stomped on the ground, causing the earth to tremble with its might.
Beowulf slashed at the giant's leg with his sword, his fellow companions
staying back and letting their leader take the full glory while they kept
it from escaping. The battle was fierce with every attack from the monster
missing its intended target. Off came an arm of the giant, the wound poured
its thick, crimson-waters. The giant stumbled from the sword's strike, its
Wielder appearing mightier than he had first though. He had swiped at the
hero with his remaining limb however it too met an end of being lopped off by
the Geat. "Mercy human you have bested me, show mercy I beg of you!" Cried
the giant, now struggling to stay up. "I shall grant thee the mercy of death,
'plague of this land'." Beowulf swung his great sword through the giant's neck,
ending its life with but a single strike more. Beyond the boulder sized corpse
Stood a herd of sheep, now freely returning to the light of the sky-torch and
its presence. The great hero returned valiant as expected of the hopeful villagers.
With the new flock of sheep, gold returned, and dead heroes avenged, the
Germanic townsfolk held a feast for their saviors that brought them more than
requested. The great-hall was lively once more as many drank, ate, and sung
once more of the great protector's valiant deeds! Such a hero that would
undoubtedly be remembered for generations to come!
Just something I wrote for English, probably not the best but might as well show it!
Enjoy!
~Firetoast