Beowulf Monologue

As I ambled along the creek in cool, overgrowing marsh, something gleaming in the rumbling water caught my attention. As I bent over to pick it up, I realized it was just the luminous sun beating down making the water glisten. In the water, my lonely reflection stared back into my empty eyes as I reminisced all the rowdy afternoons spent here with my brothers. Here was where we played various games, which mostly contained play fighting and wrestling. As we got older, they got more and more intense and rather than playing they were preparing to hunt and kill the evils. At the age 15, I lost all interest in these childish games because I didn’t enjoy fighting, to me it immoral to want to kill just to kill. But that was our nature, we were meant
He went by the name of Beowulf, and I know this was my only opportunity. This was my chance to make my family proud and accept me back into the pack. King Hrothgar, lived on the other side of the forest in this enormous, glorious castle filled with treasures of various sorts. He hated our kind more than anything, and would send these “heroes” every once a while to come and try defeat one of us. Surely, this was my time to go from hero to monster to my family and show that I can be true to our nature. Only problem was I despised hurting any living thing, in fact, even the odor of blood was vexatious to me. But I was determined to win back my family, even if it meant throwing away all of my values. Night and day, I hunted and practiced until I collapsed and continued even after then. Going into this battle, I had to become the most fierce and prepared fighter in order to even have a chance of coming out
Jolts of pain ran throughout my entire body, blood clumped my wirehaired coat and pooled around my body. Tasting the metallic blood trickling down my cracked lips made me cringe. In between my teeth, I felt pieces of human flesh stuck, but that was the least of my worries. Urges to scream came, but when I opened my mouth, no sound was able to come out. The trees rustled in the wind and the wind howled. I could hear the faint laughs and joy coming from the castle, but was too weak to care. Images of my family appeared in the darkness, making me disappointed in myself and I whispered, “ I did this for you” into the empty air. I continued to watch the night sky until the numbness overtook my body and I shut my eyes. As I slowly fell into eternal sleep, I wondered if tomorrow I would be remembered as a hero or a