Grendel's Entry

The Misunderstood Beast...

Nobody will ever understand me. I feel so lonely sometimes and I absolutely despise hearing those chummy, warriors, all having a grand ol' time with each other in that god forsaken MEAD hall. I have been banished as an outsider and I will not take it anymore. That's why I started my attacks. Those warriors don't know what it feels like to have to sit and listen to them sing and be merry and eat great feasts with one another, not to mention that any of them deserve it either. Especially, for the way they have made me feel. I HATE THEM!!! I have to destroy each and every one until all the music, and feasting, and that MEAD hall is gone forever. And that Beowulf, don't get me started on that Beowulf. He is such a cocky bastard. He has to know he has it coming to him sooner than later. I will not stop until all of it is destroyed. And that's all have to say about that.

Unferth's Entry

So, who does this Beowulf guy think that he is? Just comin’ into my place outta nowhere and gettin’ all fresh with my kinsman. Yea, I’m sure he’s probably done some cool stuff, but c’mon! I’ve seen guys with arms twice as big as his come in here and act civil. Big bad Beowulf just struts around this place like he’s the cock of the walk. And, earlier when he said that he didn’t lose the swimming contest with Breca? Lies. Breca told me quite a different story. Apparently, Beowulf can’t even swim! He tied inflated lamb bladders around his arms to stay afloat and he squealed like a piglet when he dipped his toes in. Yea, that guy is all talk. If I wasn’t the gentleman that I am, I prolly woulda roughed him up and put that Beowulf in his place right there in the mead hall. I have a little more respect for our king than that, but I’m watchin’ that clown.

Man, I sure felt like an ass when Beowulf (that son of a Brit) called me out for killing my own brothers. I mean, sure, it goes against warrior code and all that, but seriously. Did he really need to go there when I was with my posse? Shoulda roughed him up again, but I decided to chill for the time being. Besides, we could use some help. This Grendel character is tearin’ stuff up lately. Just last week, he pulled apart five people. Five! They all had armor, weapons, the whole deal and he walked through them like they were prepubescent girls. I woulda killed him myself right then and there, but I strained my knee last week at my line dancing class. I just ran to the back of the hall and waited for the thing to leave. Anyways, Beowulf better get his act together because my knee is feelin’ good now and I would hate to have to beat up our esteemed guest.

Alright, I know what everyone is saying in the mead halls. Apparently, Beowulf killed that Grendel guy after all. Who woulda thunk it? I bet he got lucky. He had to have gotten lucky. There’s no way he just vanquished the villain that had been plaguing us for what seemed like years. Either way, I suppose I can pretend that the glass is half full. At least that monster is gone. I decided that the big oaf might be a little more useful than I originally thought. Since I was a bit of a jerk to him the other day, I’m gonna give him a nice sword to make sure he stays. The place is just safer with him and his homies around. Besides, I messed up my knee again ice skating with my niece last weekend so I wont be able to do all the monster killing and evil slaying I planned on doing. I’m sure the king will be safe without me for a little while.

The Dragon's Entry

A Story of Death and Defeat.....

All I wanted to do was my job. I was assigned to guard the treasure, my only job was to keep everyone away from it and keep it protected. Then, yesterday, some punk kid ran into my territory to steal something. Well, I was taking a nap when it happened. Nobody really bothers me, I would dominate anyone and everyone in this town stays away. So this kid came in, I assume to steal something. I found out later that apparently he had just been freed from slavery, but he still should have stayed away. So from then on, I had to protect the treasure more viciously. I couldn’t just let everyone know that they could run in here whenever they wanted and just take whatever they wanted. I wanted to scare the townspeople. That was my whole purpose. I was going to stop before long, but instead this King came to fight me. King Beowulf. My goodness, he is so cocky. He came in here thinking he was going to just kill me in no time. I wonder if he thought otherwise when his entire army ran out on him. Well, I sure told him, at least at first. I put him in his place when I snapped his sword in half. And then I met my fatal end as his sword found its way into my flesh. He found the one soft spot I have and made a stab for it. At least I know the battle was not completely lost, as I ensured my bite caused him death as well. The suffering was long and the pain was great, but I protected my treasure until I met my death. I will be remembered for my actions here and my heroic death and defeat of this great King Beowulf.

Hygelac's Entry

The Good, The Bad, and The Fiery...

First, some old news. In case you haven’t heard what has happened, I’ll let you know. I am so proud of my nephew, Beowulf. He has done great things for my country of Geatland. I sent him off to defeat that horrible monster in Denmark and he returned not only having killed Grendel, but Grendel’s mother as well. I remember when I first heard the news, I celebrated for days. My Beowulf, being a hero in Denmark and solidifying our relationship with the Danes. Ah, the depth of my pride in him. I thought there was nothing that could defeat Beowulf. And since then we have had such great relationships with the Danes. They protect us and we protect them.

But now my country is in despair. The once dormant dragon has been roaming my country, destroying it with his fire and anger. What happened that this would happen to me? I hear more stories every day of villages in ruin and forests being burned. My heart breaks for my people. When will this end? Who can defeat this huge dragon? I can only hope that Beowulf will come soon and correct this awful tragedy that has come upon Geatland. I desperately want my kingdom to become great once again and the only way for that to happen is for this dragon to be killed.

Grendel's Mother's Entry

A Note from Hell-After my Death….I am Grendel’s Mother

The warriors judged me from the outside saying that I was a horrible, ugly monster. The truth is they did not even know me until my son was murdered. I was just a mother mourning the loss of her son. What would you do if your son was killed in cold blood? I wanted revenge.

I think that while my actions may have been cruel, they were justified. I went to the mead hall when the monsters were sleeping. As they awoke they came rushing at me with swords, I grabbed one warrior and run out of the hall. I do no want to be harmed in any way. I notice my beloved sons arm hanging on the wall. The anger and rage burned inside me. I grabbed Grendel’s arm and the warrior as my prisoner and fleed out of the hall. I killed the warrior that I have taken.

I am still so angry; I can’t seem to grasp the fact that I will never see my son again. While I was grieving at the bottom of my lake, I sensed someone approaching me. I grabbed the warrior, and tried to crush him in my hands but he was wearing some type of protective armor that does not allow me to crush him. I think to myself, what do I do now?? I try to fight him but I see a pointy long tool coming at me. As soon as this hits my skin everything turns black. That was the end of my life. Now I sit in the flames of hell, praying that someone will eventually take the life of Beowulf, the warrior who killed me and my son in cold blood.

Wealtheow's Entry

I have worried a great deal about the peace and happiness of my men. I love to make them comfortable here in Heorot and to welcome everyone, however, I can't stand the thought of another death here, and I won't sit by idly and watch. I've instructed Beowulf to protect my sons and after meeting him, I can see that he is a great and honorable man with an incredible sense of loyalty. He followed my orders after killing Grendal and has had monumental success in killing his mother as well. Without Beowulf, my sons could not have the bright future they do now.