Personal Narrative Essay: The Epic Of Beowulf

The splash of someone jumping into my lake suddenly disturbed the otherwise peaceful, green water. The cool liquid that surrounded me stirred as the shockwave of the impact pushed the water around. I looked up towards the surface of the lake and saw Beowulf, the monster that murdered my son, sinking through the water. The heavy, gray armor he wore was rapidly pulling him down closer towards me. As he continued to sink, I remembered what he did to my Grendel. Not only had Beowulf killed my poor son, but he also cut off Grendel’s arm and hung it up for everyone to see. I felt the hot anger rising up in me and by the time Beowulf had sunken to where I sat on the lake floor, my blood was boiling. I lunged at him, my sharp claws going straight to his chest, but the chain armor he wore held strong and I left only white scratches. I pried

My counterattack swung him around and I pinned him down to the dirt by his chest. This was it, this was where he would meet his end. I grabbed my dagger, raised it high above my head, and brought it down with enough force to kill any man, but all that happened was a quiet ‘chink’ as the blade struck his armor. I looked at the blade, surprise and anger swelling up inside of me. It was rusty and blunt, there was no way this would hurt the soldier who was strong enough to kill my precious son.

While I was distracted with my dagger, Beowulf had been scanning the massive room we were in and spotted the sword on the wall. He ran over to it and picked it up. The weapon was massive and heavy, forged by giants to be used by a huge beast like me, not a pathetic human like Beowulf. The blade glistened as he pulled it out of its sheath and swung it my way. All of a sudden, my body was filled with red hot pain. The clear water around us turned to a murky red. The smell and taste of iron overwhelmed me, and suddenly, I realized it was coming from