The Battle with Grendel
I ascend with glee from my stunning horrid swampland as the fire flames cover my dark gloomy lake I call home.
The night seems to match my heart as the darkness consumes around me and the moon hides behind the misty clouds.
I head forward through the path that guides me to my fate with monstrous heavy steps.
The very thought of those men that treat me like a pariah drinking and laughing at the great hall made me so full of blind, red fury it spread through my body. I can already feel my inner beast resurfacing and the total glee of what this night in Harot will bring to me.
Anticipation and power course through me at the thought that I am immune to their weapons. The thought and taste of their
blood in my body and hands made me stride faster towards the great hall. I earned to see them squirm in my grasp with fear
and horror; make them pay for every laugh and humiliation they have cause me. I blame them on the heartless, monstrous
beast I have became that feeds on humans unremorsefully.
I darkly smile as the doors of the great hall came to my view. Impatient I flung the door open hungrily gazing at the weak pathetic sleeping men before me. I could no longer contain myself and snatch the nearest human to me with my claws ripping him to shreds and drinking every drop of his warm blood flowing to my mouth.
Unsatisfied I grab the next human, but to my dismay and surprise he took a strong crushing grip of my claw. Fear coursed
through me as I began to writher in pain regretting the moment I left my swap toward my dying fate. I struggled to break free
howling in pain as he grabs my throat. When his men joined to help him with their ineffective weapons towards me, I became
slightly annoyed and angered. Adding to my pain, agony swept through me as he tore off my arm completely. I managed to
escape with my lost pride and humiliation with defeat. Running back to my lair flashes of dead human faces I slaughtered invades my mind as I await my deserving death.