AN: This is a very old assignment from my English class two or three years ago. I found I'm rather proud of chapter one, having tried to write in the actual style of Beowulf. Although, 'not sure what the heck came over me in chapter two... All I can say is yikes. However, please enjoy; And may it bring ye a smile or two. :- 3 :-3
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Nearly a
hundred years have passed since the death of dear Beowulf. In the
time echoing his absence, rumors circulated about his final battle
with the dragon; about the horrors of the beast and the might of the
man with whom it shared its fate. Every twist and flail and horrid
detail was lost in myth, or so it seemed... Some simply could not
handle believing in one so great as Beowulf, and refused to trust
what they heard.
...If one could see the wind that turns the sea...
The one who rules the ancient land now is a child of Wiglaf's child, with Wiglaf himself as Beowulf's heir. This was a good line. Wiglaf had taught his children the same virtues and morals that had kept him by his kind master and good friend's side, even in the face of mortal peril----death's maw----the dragon's fury---even when better men had flown. And so they taught their children.
One of this third generation was crowned king upon the disappearance of his father when he was only 13. The little boy's name was Ameris---a name chosen by his mother for her own mother's father, who had known the great Beowulf himself some years before he died. It means "child of the moon".
Ten years later the boy is 23, and quite the strapping fellow. The ghosts of his ancestors could be seen around his cheeks and eyes, but his nose belonged all to him. His youth as king had made him old for his age. Villains and foul unearthly creatures stalked the land for a time, but have since been chased-off. A malevolent witch had tried to usurp him as a boy, but her magic failed her when young Ameris triumphed in one final showdown with her at age 18. A volcano erupted in the mountains not long afterward, but spared them all in flowing away from civilization. However, to this day it continues to flow, a deep winding river inferno, through the deep winding valleys both here and abroad. This has caused much stress for travelers, and they complain constantly. Though, never knowing what on the Lord's Earth a mere mortal king could do about it.