Part 4: Beowulf
When he entered my wet world I was sitting in the vastness of the lake remembering the past, he floated down and landed in my arms. I was frightened that something had landed on me, so I scratched at his mail shirt, until I realized that what landed on me was a human. After I made this discovery I ran all the way home, and he followed me. When I reached my home he had me trapped, he tried to free his sword, but could not undo it from it's case. Many of the guests noticed the commotion and came to my assistance and held him back allowing me to escape into the dining hall.
He had somehow escaped the clutches of my friends and entered the hall. The light from the chandelier reflected off his armor and produced a brilliant light that surrounded him. He then approached me with his sword and swung it at my head, it hit my neck with a resounding thud, and it did not cut me. I knew I had to protect myself, so I attacked him and bit a hole onto his helmet, but he escaped and threw his sword to the side. And then the man attacked me with his hands, he grabbed my shoulders causing pain unlike that I had ever felt before, and he threw me to the ground.
He stood and I knew he was ready to leap onto me, so I decided not to give him the chance. I suddenly knew this man had to be the one who killed my son, this was the man that Radgar had called Beowulf, and I lost it, I tried to rip him to shreds, but it did not work, tears flowed from my face. Suddenly he fell back onto a table filled with half eaten food, and I fell on top of him. I noticed a knife that we had used earlier to carve a deer for our funeral feast, it was brown with the blood from the deer. I tried to stab him with it; he was the one attacking me, he was the one that killed my only son, but the knife would not penetrate the mail shirt.
He found the strength to push me off of him and he stood, and looked at the wall next to him. He noticed Grendel's father's sword, a strong beautifully decorated sword hundreds of years old. He drew it from the scabbard, broke the chain from its hilt, and then approached me. He lifted the sword high into the air and swung it at me, I felt the blade cut my neck, and then nothing.