Grendel Narrative

Grendel Narrative

I will begin my story from the point of my arrival in Denmark when my initial engagement takes place: I began my terror long ago when I sat in the darkness yelling and growling in pain of the happiness and joyousness coming from Hrothgar and his men yet, they still challenge me, after seven years they still celebrate and boast and laugh with their music. I, Grendel, through my great strength and immunity from the weapons of humanity, vow to plague the mead hall. I stayed in the darkness consumed with impatience, bitterness, and jealousy of listening to loud, joyous music coming from the hall; songs of rejoice make my hands scratch and claw at the top of my head. The king of Denmark shall flee in terror as my wrath is cast upon the people of the mead hall. After the laughter and the celebration were finished that night I came out of hiding from the marsh hidden in the darkness. I attacked from the front of the hall, destroying all in my path and devouring all those who stand in my way. The pathetic humans tried without success to prevent my massacre. Their weapons are primitive, worthless against my flesh. I hurled myself towards the crowds, devouring the humans who stood in my way. I hold my brutal and violent acts, those of jealousy and envy; just as the acts of my descendant Cain, in the highest regard as a force of sheer and utter destruction. I will prevail, of this I am sure.

I have been recently made aware of a hero from Geatland bound and determined to undermine my wondrous power. What a ridiculous human, if an attempt is made I will soon and assuredly dine over his bones. Meanwhile, I will leisurely terrorize this hall and proclaim these grounds as my own.

Still after seven years of living of me in fear the men still brag and boast and celebrate. Have they not realized that these joyous occasions fill me with envy and jealousy and spark the beginning of my attacks? So after the laughter and the celebration were finished that