Part 1: Grendel's Wrath
Music flowed into my home from the world above, not just any music, human music. "Humans, I hate humans," Grendel growled in pain, "Their music is physically painful," He had said to me that night, I thought nothing of it, now I wish I had. The Music grew louder, "In the Beginning! The Beginning!? Can't those stupid humans just shut up!" Grendel yelled, "Grendel! You know better than to get all worked up over humans, now if you do not stop with all the commotion you will be grounded." I guess my words shocked him, because he stood up and swam to the bank of the lake and set out into the forest.
Later that night the music stopped, I thought nothing more of the events that transpired earlier that night, so I retired to bed. I fell into a restless sleep, mainly because my only son had not yet returned home from his midnight stroll. I never heard him return that night, If I had maybe I would have caught on to what was going on, but I did not. That morning when I awoke I went about my chores as usual, unaware of the dastardly deeds my son had done during the night.
No music flowed into my home from Herot the next night and it would not for twelve winters. Only later did I learn why.