Beowulf's Formidable Foe
The Dragon approaches the glorious Kingdom of the infamous boy King whom no longer was a boy. Beowulf the champion of the geats returns in glory of some trivial task to sit upon his undeserving throne and decide what's right and wrong, in lands that were not rightfully his. A normally tame beast plans to lay ravage upon the lands that have been forsaken by mangey humans for decades. He'd put up with the humans cackles and meaningless wars. But a particular being had boiled his blood more hot than any flames he could spawn from his breath.
Beowulf had been this being, a king who fought for glory and honor. While discarding any feelings for the beings that kept the very world he wished to conquer balanced. How could he, the teachings of the old gods had been cast aside. Beowulf was completely oblivious to his wrongdoings towards the Dragon, an old god himself. But not on this day, the Dragon would make sure he was never to go unnoticed again. The beast clenched his talons into the once holy grounds and layed a blaze anything that had the stench of of the beings he very much grew to hate. He viewed his acts as a just punishment, a chaste mission even. And in doing so he grew a feeling that had been lost to him in desolation for ages, happiness. He let out a cruel and evil cackle as he flew away threw what had once been the pride and glory of the boy king and now was nothing but smoke, flame and ashes.
The Dragon returns to his lair, which was once a glorious temple built in his honor. It was once filled with visitors from kingdoms from far and near to pay respects to the old god. The halls that had formerly been filled were now desolate and decrepit. The Dragon had taken a liking to the farthest tower. He had picked that specific place to hoard onto and protect the offerings of gold, treasure and many other things that once had meaning to both humans and gods. The beast spawned flames upon the treasures he had protected for all those year. He once felt love for those objects. Now they were nothing but empty husks. He placed his lost passion into something new. A mission to avenge his forgotten comrades. He was to lay waste to the fickle world and bring the names of the old gods back into the light, make them something to be feared, something to be worshiped.
The Dragon Awaited one last thing before he was to start on his pilgrimage of revenge. He knew the boy king was to arrive soon. The dragon had had an omen for what was to come. Beowulf would seek his own revenge. The god approached the gateway to his kingdom of sorrow one last time. He cackled, for he was leaving a past that once haunted him. And their the Boy King was, He had also awaited him. He was an ant compared to the beast. He wore armor of shining iron and shield to boot , they would do him no good. Beowulf let out a confident roar, how could he fail he was the glorious champion of the geats. He charged at the Dragon. The Dragon laughed, but it was soon cut short with a sharp pain. Beowulf had sunk his sword into his chest. The god let out a burst of flames stronger than any before. Beowulf arose his shield but it could not compare to the pure rage that had melted it away like water. And in doing so the flames touched his flesh and he coward in pain and in more so in loss of pride.
Before the Dragon could see to end his prey and claim his victory a new foe arised. A young boy, and the only remaining soldier, for the rest had abandon the fallen king. But the Dragon did not end this boy as he should have. This boy was different he had the same appearance as beowulf and in addition the same armor. He had something Beowulf lacked a sense of pure honor and goodness. And in that moment of tumult the boy sheathed his sword and spewed nonsense of his false king. The dragon prepared to vomit fire for he would not make the mistake of confusion again. The boy rolled and lay the blade into the gods ankle. He let out burst of flames in pain. For the dragon had forgotten the most important thing, the loyalty of Beowulf's people. Beowulf sunk his sword into the dragon's chest once again but this it struck its heart and in that instance the old god had been ended and forgotten only to be known by the people as beowulf's last formidable foe to be defeated.