Azur had been asleep for at least two hours and it was now 10:00 P.M. at night. As Azur slept as best he could in his small, but convenient bed, he was dreaming an uncanny dream, which was more like a vision of the past. His father's past.
(AZUR'S DREAM):
Denmark 507 A.D. (During Beowulf's battle with Grendel)
Inside Hrothgar's mead hall, Heorot, there was a muscular, well-build man with olive skin and long wavy, black hair. He wore Scandinavian armor which he was suddenly starting to take off. He clipped off his cape.
"You need to go now, your majesty." He said to a woman in her late 50's with long brown hair in a thick braid wearing a golden tiara and a royal dress. She got up from her throne and put her lyre on it.
"Of course. Grendel." She prepared to take off before stopped. "Mmm." Beowulf responded.
"The demon is my husband's shame." She explained to him after making sure her husband was gone.
Beowulf spoke back "It's not a shame. It's a curse." Clearly not understanding what she was deducing about the monster.
"No. Shame." She corrected before saying "My husband has no other. No sons." She induced. The monster was Hrothgar's bastard child from his tryst with his mother. "And we will have no more, for all his talk."
"Oi, Hondshew!" A fellow Geatish thane named Olaf called to another thane.
"How was she?" He asked a bald thane with a goatee with ponytails and tribal tattoos on the side of his face.
"Bah! Not my type." Hondshew dismissed gruffly as he came by. "I know you're type!" Olaf joked before bleating like a goat and jumping up and down. The two began to have a play fight and the wrestle each other, toppling over a table. Beowulf's chest plate fell on the floor.
"Lord Beowulf, what are you doing?" Queen Wealhtheow asked in a meek voice. Growing unsure at what he was trying to do.
"The creature has no sword, no armor." Beowulf explained and took off his metal vest. He walked in front of her as she took a step back with a worried look.
"And I have no weapon capable of slaying a monster." He clipped of the last part of his vest. "We shall fight as equals."
"And fate..." His vest slipped down, leaving him almost nude in front of the queen. "...shall decide." Wealhtheow then quickly trotted up the stairs to her quarters.
He took of the last part of his wardrobe and was completely naked. The thanes lowered a large beam in front of the halls entrance, to ensure the beast stays out.
"Good! Tie it off with more chain!" A thane named Wiglaf ordered the men. He grabbed a bucket of water and dumped it on Hondshew and Olaf, still wrestling and rolling around on the floor, and tossed the empty bucket on Olaf.
"Stop frickin' about!' He said with stern before going over to Beowulf, who lied down on the stairs on his back, putting his head down on his crossed over arms in a comfortable position.
Wiglaf gravely said "You're mad, you know that?" Beowulf nonchalantly said "Yes." He turned to his lieutenant. "Something vexes you, my Wiglaf?" Wiglaf sighed. 'He doesn't know what he's up to' he thought.
"I don't like the smell of this one, my lord." He confessed and walked up the stairs to face him.
"The men are unprepared. They're distracted. Too many untended women here!" He shouted the last part aggravated to the distracted thanes who were chowing down and chilling at the table.
"Abstinence prior to battle is essential!" He shouted, then turned his attention back to Beowulf.
"A warrior's mind must be unblurred, my lord." His words of wisdom fell on deaf ears as Beowulf lied there, sleep preparing to overtake him.
"Goodnight, Wiglaf." He shut his eyes. Wiglaf sighed at the man's carelessness. We walked over to the side of his head, looking at him upside down.
"While you're sleeping, what are we meant to do?" He demanded.
"Sing! Loudly!" Beowulf ordered. 'Very well' Wiglaf thought and complied.
He went over to the thanes and said "You heard him. He wants us to sing. So let's sing!" He ordered.
"Olaf! Sing!" He said to Olaf. He stood up and cleared his throat.
"Theeeeeeeerrre was a dozen virgins." He sang.
"Friesians, Danes and Franks," The thanes tapped on their knees and on the table, making a beat as he sang.
"We took them for some swifan and all we got were wanks!" "Ohhhhhhh...!" The thanes joined in on the song.
"We are Beowulf's army, each a mighty thane! We pummel their asses and ravage their lasses, then do it all over again!"
"The fattest of the virgin, I knew her for a whore. I gave her all my codpiece and still she wanted more!"
Beowulf still slept from all the continuous singing.
"Her sister was from Norway, she cost me 20 groats. She showed there were more ways than one to sow my oats!"
"Her mother was from Iceland and she was mighty hot! She'd need a whole damn iceberg to cool her burning..." Loud banging and chain rattles interrupted their singing and the thanes all turned their attention toward the entrance. Three more bangs came from the door, indicating one thing-"G-Grendel. He knocks." Olaf stuttered. The thanes merely laughed as his little theory.
Hondshew walked over to the doors. "That must be my sweet plump, Yrsa. She's ready to taste her her juicy fruit." Wiglaf looked at Beowulf with an ominous warning "My Lord." The banging came again. Hondshew got closer to the doors with his arms open.
"Patience. Patience, my love."
Beowulf opened his eyes. 'And so it begins' he thought. Wiglaf shouted to the oblivious thane "No! Hondshew! No!" Too late. The doors burst open, knocking Hondshew over at the end of the hall. The beam bolting the doors shut was knocked off as well.
The thanes got out their swords preparing for battle as the entire hall grew dark and the hearth in the middle of the hall erupts into an eerie blue flame. Grendel enters and lets out a loud, agonizing scream, clutching his hand.
"Swife me!" Shouted a thane at the sight of the beast. "It's a fricken' monster!" The thanes let out a battle cry and charged over at Grendel with their swords. Grendel, however, grabbed one of them and tossed him at the others, bowling them over. Olaf and the others took a step back in fear. Beowulf sat up, hearing the commotion and got to his feet.
A thane charged toward Grendel who, in return, kicks him down and grabs hold him and smacks down on his back on the ground. His spear was knocked out of his hand and twirled in the air. The tip of the spear fell down to him, inhaling him on impact. Grendel continued to wail in agony as he grabbed the spear with the dead thane and stabbed more thanes with it and tossed them in the blue flames. Beowulf got up close and kicked the big pot of mead over, putting out the blue fire, lighting the hall up with a regular flame. Grendel sobbed and then Hondshew charged forward with a sword, shouting a battle cry. He jumped up and jammed his blade right on top of Grendel's head, which did no good. Hondshew whimpered as he hung from his stuck weapon. Yellow pus spilled from the wound and Grendel then grabbed Hondshew and yanked the sword out and tossed in on the table. He then proceeded to bite Hondshew's head off and began to chew. Beowulf could only watch as one of his thanes was currently being eaten alive. Grendel looked at Beowulf who put out his fists in a dramatic fighting stance. Grendel let out a small cackle at his ridiculous show of bravery. He lunged at him, kicking the table he was standing on down, rocketing Beowulf into the air, landing him on one of the beams from the ceiling.
Wiglaf ran underneath Grendel and jabbed at his underside with his sword. "I swear, the bastard has no pintel!"
Grendel smacked him away from underneath. Beowulf then leaped from the beams above, landing on Grendel's back, surprising him. He punched causing the monster to take steps back. Beowulf jumped off before Grendel fell into the burning hearth. He scream in pain from the sting and got back to his feet. He retaliates by grabbing Beowulf by his arms, lifting him off the ground and started to tear him limb from limb. As Beowulf gave out a cry of pain, his loud scream made Grendel drop him and he held his ears to dull the pain. This gave Beowulf an idea, while the beast was distracted, he screamed again, hoping to weaken him, only for Grendel to kick him back over to Wiglaf.
"No pintel." He wheezed to Wiglaf. "Aye." He nodded in response. Grendel attacked Beowulf again. He climbs on top of his back again and gains the upper hand by pounding on his bad eardrum, making Grendel scream as he hit his weak spot. After a few punches, Beowulf destroys his eardrum and yellow fluids poured out. Beowulf continued to punch him and Grendel started to shrink to original human size.
"The demon shrinks!" Wiglaf calls to the remaining thanes.
"It shrinks! It shrinks!" The thanes called back.
Beowulf jumped off of Grendel and landed on a chandelier. He screamed again to weaken him once more. The now-weakened Grendel rushes for the entrance to escape. Beowulf hopped from one beam to another to stop him. He slid down the chain holding the beam and swing towards Grendel shouting "Demon!" Grendel held out his left hand, screaming. The beam broke apart on impact and Beowulf rolls on the floor behind him.
The chain was wrapped around Grendel's arm and gave a squeak of pain to Beowulf before trying to exit. He grabbed the other end of the chain, stopping Grendel and pulling him back. The chain was wrapped around a pillar and Beowulf twirled the wheel of the chain around the pillar to the other side and began to pull. Wiglaf jabbed the chain into the pillar with his sword, keeping the monster in place.
Beowulf shot Wiglaf a look of approval before sliding across the ground slamming the doorjamb on Grendel's body with his left arm sticking out. He got up and start to slam the door onto his arm repeatedly.
"Your bloodletting days are finished, demon!" He slammed the door back on his arm.
"I am not a demon!" Grendel shouted to him in Old English. Trying to reason with him.
"It speaks." Beowulf said in amazement. "It speaks!" He shouted to his men.
"Who are you!?" He asked Beowulf, to which Beowulf introduced himself in a dramatically, boastful way.
"I am ripper, tearer, slasher, gouger..." Grendel cringed in fright and pain. "I am the teeth in the darkness. The talons in the night. Mine is strength and lust and power! I. Am. Beowulf!" And with that, he slammed the door so hard, Grendel's arm was sliced off. Grendel screamed in a greater pain than before "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Azur bolted right awake and sweated vigorously. 'Just a nightmare.' He thought and calmed himself. The alarm clock on Azur's nightstand rang loudly throughout the room. Azur jolted right up clutching his ears in tightly and screamed in agony before slamming his fist smack down on the annoying source of his rude awakening. The pain was now gone and Azur was wide awake. He looked around his dorm and outside in the night sky. 'Have I overslept or something?' He thought. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. He walked over and opened the door and saw Ingrid.
"Good morning, Azur. Or rather...good afternoon." She guffawed at her little joke. Azur raised an eyebrow at the vampire girl.
"Well, I'm glad you're awake. Because classes start in 30 minutes so why don't we go head down to the cafeteria for breakfast? Everyone else is there." Azur walked down the hallway. They exited the dormitory building and walked over the main building.
Ingrid asked "How do you sleep last night?" Azur thought about his nightmare. Not wanting to bring it up, "Okay." He answered with mild honesty.
The entered the building, seeing bunch of monster students walking around, talking on their phones, by their lockers, throwing paper airplanes, shooting spitballs and other things. There was a large brown, furry beast shoving a smaller boy with an almost troll-like appearance into his locker. Azur glared at the scene. Kids gets shoved inside their lockers? Who in the hell even does that? He decided not to do anything about it, not wanting to cause any trouble on his first day. As Azur walked down the hallway, most of the students sent him surprised look, most were glares like they weren't happy that he was here. He almost shuddered back at the looks, but ignored them. Two fairies were talking, one with blonde hair and a white dress, the other with short brown hair and dark purple eyeshadow. They both looked at Azur as he walked by then they both flew away in fright.
A young girl held a microphone and stood in front of a camera which was held by a girl with dark hair. Next to her was a young man with charcoal black fur. He had red on his face which looked like a mess of lipstick, long, shape, spidery talons for fingers, dark course fur on his legs, cloven hooves and a bifurcated tail.
"Are we rolling?" The pale girl asked. The brown-haired girl shook her head and held her finger in a 'one minute' gesture then counting to three silently with her fingers.
"Hello, everyone! This is Bernadette Corlial! Daughter of Bloody Mary. And here with me is my loyal partner, Obyzouth. We're here at the main hall of good old Peregrine Academy. It is now morning and it is breakfast time for us monsters. Today we would like to discuss..." She cut off her sentence when Fiona pointed to Azur as the came by with Ingrid. "Well, oh, my. It looks we we have a new monster on our hands." She spoke to the camera as it followed Bernadette who turned toward Azur.
"Um, pardon me?" Azur stopped and turned to Bernadette.
"Are you the new kid?" Azur nodded.
"Hi, we're doing a project in film media and would you like to state your name to the camera." She pointed to the camera. But Azur looked at it in confusion, not sure what to do, until Ingrid came over.
"Uh, this is Azur, son of Grendel." She whispered the last part. Bernadette and Fiona's eyes widened.
"Really?" They said in unison.
"Yes. And this is all very new to him. Now if you'll excuse us." They both left.
"Well, that went smoothly." Obyzouth said sarcastically. Bernadette looked back at the camera with a dejected face. She made a "cut-it" gesture.
"Cut." She said and the camera stops recording.
"That's Bernadette Corlial, daughter of the Bloody Mary, Fiona Young, daughter of Eris and Obyzouth. I'd rather not tell you who his dad is. They're the reporters of the school. They will do anything for a good story." Ingrid said in a tone then whispered "Don't do what they ask." Azur nodded understanding.
They made it to the cafeteria, filled with many table with monsters eating their food. Azur and Ingrid got in line and got their breakfast. Jack ordered a bowl of poison ivy and weed grass with ranch, while Azur stuck with a small blob of goo. They left the line to find seats.
"Hey, Ingrid! Over here!" cried a girl from a table. Ingrid smiled and dragged Azur over to the table.
"Hey, guys. This is Azur. The new guy here." She sat down while Azur stayed standing. Ingrid introduced her friends.
"Azur, this is Ute. She's a siren." Ute had long, moist dirty blonde hair that went down to her butt with seashells in it. She had an amphibious, blueish-turquoise body with a few dark patterns. She had webbed fingers and toes, some fins and gills and big blue eyes. She flashed him a smile with half-lidded eyes.
"Hey, Azur." She wondered if she could capture his heart with her siren song. But Ingrid shot her a 'don't you dare!' glare and Ute's smile faltered. Her friends rolled their eyes.
"This is Temperance Ozqri, an offspring of a triffid; a plant monster from the Soviet Union."
"It's Russia, Ingrid. And I'm from Ukraine. You know that." Temperance rolled her eyes. She had humanoid features, two rows of sharp teeth, a variety of thick, strong, tentacle-like views as feet, dark moss green and lime green colored skin, antennae-like protrusions in her back and flowers growing on her body. On various parts of her, there were twigs with leaves and vines wrapped around her.
"This is Priya. She's a genie, a spirit that grants wishes." She pointed to an Arabian girl with long black hair in small braids. She wore a light blue veil, baby blue Arabic harem outfit, golden jewelry, olive skin, dark purple eyeshadow, gold earrings, round earrings and perfect curves.
"What is your deepest desire?" She asked. Azur just shot her a blank stare and said nothing. Priya looked disappointed at being turned down a wish.
"That's Kendra, daughter of the Honey Island Swamp monster and the Loveland Frog." Next was an Louisiana Creole girl with greenish amphibious frog-like body with some moss growing on her back and shoulders, covered in algae, seaweed and swamp shrubs. She seemed half-frog. To prove this, she shot her tongue up in the air to catch a fly, startling Azur. Ingrid rolled her eyes at her friend's antic. 'Typical Kendra.' She thought.
"And I'm Lionell Davenport. The most awesome, badass student in the school and Ute's soon-to-be boyfriend." A greaser-like, dark-haired boy with pale yellow skin, black leather jacket with many zipper, white shirt and blue denim jeans and black boots spoke cockily and sent a flirty smirk towards Ute who rolled her eyes and face away from him. Ingrid and the girls face-palmed and she smacked him upside his head.
"Knock it off, Hothead!" He rubbed his head, then noticed Azur. His head burst into flames in excitement, but Azur staggered back in fright and fell over.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ow!" He moaned as he fell flat on his back.
"Davenport! Get the hell out of here!" Kendra shouted at him to leave. Lionell raised his hands in mock-surrender and walked away.
"Okay." He looked at Ute, annoying her. "Call me, hot stuff." He winked at her. Ute was not amused by his flirtations.
"That's Lionell. He's a fire elemental. He's always trying to get into my pants. If I had any." Azur got up and sat back down.
"Sorry about that, Azur." Kendra apologized.
"It's fine. So are there anyone else you know?"
Ingrid pointed a pale boy wearing black, hooded Catholic robes that covered most of his body who was quivering vigorously. He holding picture frames and staring at them, while whispering incoherent nothings to them.
"Mezem. His dad appears from images of himself. You don't want to go near him." True to her word, a monster girl walked up behind him.
"Uh, what are you looking at...?" Just then, he shot his attention towards her; his face transformed into a goat-like monster with a grey face and black fur and pointed horns.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M IN THE ZONE!" He roared in a Satanic voice, making the girl take a step back in utter fear. He turned back to the pictures, returning to his original state.
"But, please don't bother me. Sorry about that, Dad." He spoke in a suddenly calm and normal tone. The girl quickly walked away. "See, my point." asked Ingrid.
"What about those two?" He pointed to a far table where a pale girl with platinum blonde in a long, thick braid some loose hairs with blueish hue, dark blue eyeshadow, ice tiara, elk antler-like protrusions, violet lipstick, blue mascara, silver earrings, white Siberian tiger fur coat, blue crystalized ball gown, luxurious necklace made of ice, silver rings, white fur hat and blue glass slippers sat with a girl with dark dirty blond hair going past her shoulders with a dark blue Norwegian medieval folk dress with dark pink accents, pink headband, black shoes and light blue socks. Ute glared at them.
"That's Princess Yngvild and Heidi Engelstad, my enemies. A.K.A. "the biggest sluts ever"." She made air quotes.
"We used to be close, until they let popularity and glamor get to their heads." The blonde fish girl looked to see them staring toward their former friend with smirks on their faces. Yngvild blew a kiss to her, while Heidi spanked herself and shook her ass at her, giggling. Ute snarled and turned away.
"Since then, they are always stealing new friends away from us, to make them her boyfriends. Those two will do anything to have dicks up their asses." Azur cringed in disgust at the thought.
"Don't worry about it, Azur." She told him. Suddenly, church bells started to ring, indicating breakfast was over. Every monster got up from their seats and walked to their destinations, throwing away their food.
"Oh! That's the bell. Time for class. What's your first class." Azur looked at his schedule which said:
PERIOD 1: Magic (with Circe)
PERIOD 2: Swimming (with Miss. Aquiline)
PERIOD 3: Physical Education (with Coach Hoskins)
PERIOD 4: Astronomy (with Miss. du Plait)
PERIOD 5: Haunting (with Miss. Ochoa)
PERIOD 6: Spanish (with Mrs. de la Santa Muerte)
PERIOD 7: Science (with Dr. Frankenstein)
PERIOD 8: Film Production & Media (with Mr. Lopus)
"Uh, Magic with 'Circe'." Azur mispronounced Circe.
"That's Circe (ser-shay)." Priya corrected.
"See ya, Azur." As she and friends walk away to their classes. Azur read the room number with was 241. He followed the room numbers to help find his class. It took a short while until he finally made it. It was a large class room with a large set of desks and chair, like in a real college classroom. Azur walked up the steps to the fourth row and sat in a chair next to a long black-haired girl with a skull hair clip. Just as he sat down, the chair broke into pieces, sending Azur to the floor as he growled in annoyance.
Some of the students laughed at his misery, before the black-haired girl next to him used magic to rebuild the broken chair into a bigger one for him. Azur sat down in.
"It must be hard for you." said the girl.
"Uh, yeah." Azur answered in a low voice. The girl held out her hand.
"I'm Zoë. Zoë Potter." Azur looked at her confused, but nonetheless, shook her hand.
"Azur." He said rather meekly.
"My mother is Circe." Zoë told him.
"The teacher of this class?" He asked and Zoë answered.
"Yep." She nodded.
"Who is she?" He asked her.
"You don't know?" She was shocked at his reply.
"No. Me and my family don't have very good connection with the world outside our home." He then remembered something. "Wait. I remember one time in my life when my mother told me a story about Circe. She was a goddess of magic." He explained.
"Uh-huh." She agreed, nodding.
Just then, a young woman with long, black, wavy hair, lavender toga dress and black slip-ons entered the room. She was holding a bottle in her hand, then took a sip from it.
"That's her." She pointed to her. "That's Circe? Your mom?" Azur was surprised.
"Yep." She nodded, then made an uneasy face. "After Circe left my dad, he remarried another mortal woman."
"Good morning, people." Circe told everyone. Most of the students answered back.
"I hope you're all ready for another big year. Because I sure am. That is if it's not terrible." Circe spoke sheepishly. Then turned to the large chalkboard.
"Well, then..." She was about to right something, when suddenly, she let out a rude belch, startling the students behind her whose eyes widened in shock at her sudden outburst. Circe quickly turned around to her class, looking red with embarrassment and smiling sheepishly.
"Oops! Goodness! Excuse me! I'm so sorry." She laughed nervously. Zoë groaned with annoyance, face palming and shook her head at her mother's uncouthness.
"Oh, god. Mom." She said with scorn that her mother just burped during class. Azur was surprised that someone could make those kinda of noises. This was quite new, yet disgusting at the same time.
"She's been drinking again. She's always like this when she has too much to drink. Ugh!" She said to Azur.
For the entire period, Circe was teaching the arts of magic. Although, Azur had not natural abilities to perform any magic, he tried to stay interested. There was talk about spells, hexes and ancient cruses and whatnot. Zoë decided to be nice enough to help him understand what it's like to cast magic and Dark Arts. According to her, she only had the ability to turn people into animals and repair broken objects to their original state. Whenever she was angry, her powers would become powerful. Zoë also stated that she had been young and alive since the ancient times in Greece. Azur never knew anyone could be alive that long and she claimed that she was immortal, or rather half-human, half-goddess. Azur hoped the rest of the day would be interesting.
Voice cast:
Manu Bennett as Beowulf
Cate Blanchett as Queen Wealhtheow
Tony Curran as Wiglaf
Sara Paxton as Bernadette Corlial
Johnny Galecki as Obyzouth
Aimee Teergarden as Ute
Annabelle Wallis as Temperance Ozqri
Mozhan Marnò as Priya
Adelayo Adelayo as Kendra
Adam DeVine as Lionell Davenport
Danny Trejo as Mezem
Odeya Rush as Zoë Potter
Jaime Murray as Circe