It was cold that night, so cold, as I walked home from the court of bolaroth for the third time that week. I had refused the company of a certain male named King Kalarot, and he had taken me to court for treason. He didn’t turn up. Strange really, considering the court was his court because he is king of upper Cornwall. I suppose I am a bit of a strong character... anyway, getting back to the story in hand, I was walking back home when out of the blue some foreign soldiers rode into bolaroth with cages of doves, showing peace. They rode past and went into the castle in a hurry, and I thought nothing more of it. The next day a Kings official knocked on my door and said the king wanted to see me “King Kalarot of bolaroth as formally asked you for your presence at the hearing of the new quest, if you do not appear; he will hunt you down like a dog.” I didn’t think I had much say in whether I would like to go or not, so I accepted and that night I turned up in my best dress and heard what the new quest was to be. Malfred the newest night had been set a challenge to kill the Beast of lower Cornwall, with its tail as strong as stone and its teeth as sharp as swords. At first I was glad that someone else was doing it, however, I slowly started to realize that I could do this silly quest and so I stood on my feet and said “Your highness, for your sake and mine I must insist that I do this quest instead of Sir Malfred because I would like to repay you for my unacceptable behaviour.” There was complete silence and I started to begin to wish I hadn’t said anything, until the king started to laugh “YOU are a woman, you cannot do a quest!” he exclaimed. So I got up onto my feet, walked over to Sir Malfred and took the scroll straight out of h... ... middle of paper ... ...eading, and before he got his royal executioner up he shouted one last thing, “I have a special guest who came especially to see this happen” and he opened up a hatch in the side of the castle wall and out came the Beast in a cage pulled by two peasants. He looked at me and had a mournful look on his face as tears rolled down my cheeks. I was told to put my head on the block. I did so. I was told to shut my eyes. I did so. And the last thing I heard before I died, was the Beast screaming as my head was cut clean off. And so looking down on everyone form way up here, I saw the beast die of a broken heart, but he is safe with me now. And always will be, and I got out of there just in time as The Great City and Bolaroth were consumed by a raging fire, it looked so beautiful. And in my heart I felt a quirk of pride that I had such justice had been dealt.
Early one winter, before the change of the year, the King was hosting a fifteen day diversion for the noblest of knights and their fair ladies. Thronging the castle from far-away lands, eminent knights were jousting during the day, and feasting at night, when an adventure unrivaled by any other took
Sir Gawain is the nephew of the most famous King Arthur. Gawain being in line of the throne knew he must show his bravery and man up in front of his fellow knights. The Green Knight stormed into the king’s courts riding on a mystical horse. He taunted the men asking for the bravest knight in the kingdom to stand up and take his outrageous challenge. As the men sat quietly not knowing what to do, Sir Gawain decides t...
It is the year 1432 in France. A 12-year-old boy, who remains anonymous to this day, is hung by the neck on a metal a hook in the castle of a recognizable stranger. His innocent body shakes as he looks to pull himself upwards while gasping for some air. He gags continuously and chokes on his blood, which now accumulates below his feet. Approaching him is a proud man of great elegance and beauty. He has bob-like hair and a short trimmed bear and mustache (Wolf). Surrounding the man is a group of tight knit men what seem to be the man’s accomplices that have led the boy there (Wolf). The man then undresses hesitantly below and openly shows his erectile state. He grabs the boy and rapes him aggressively throbbing back and forth (Wolf). When he is done being pleasured he brings down the child and consoles him from what has happened. Near death the man once again rapes him and later kills him (Wolf).
[A]nd as we struck into town and up through the middle of it--it was as much as half-after eight, then--here comes a raging rush of people, with torches, and an awful whooping and yelling, and banging tin pans and blowing horns; and we jumped to one side to let them go by; and as they went by, I see they had the king and the dike astraddle of a rail--that is I knowed it was the king and the duke, thought was all over tar and Feathers, and didn’t look like nothing in the world that was human--just looking like a couple of monstrous big soldier-plumes. Well, it made me sick to see it; and I was sorry for them poor pitiful rascals, it seemed like I couldn’t never feel any hardness against them any more in the world. It was a dreadful thing to see. Human beings can be awful cruel to one another.
Grendel made his way inside the mead-hall, looking hungry with evil upon the young warriors who were resting in that hall. The first Geat, Grendel had come upon, he had killed the warrior and drank his blood. Grendel then met Beowulf, seizing him in his claws, but it was Beowulf, who broke free from the monster’s grasp. Beowulf had shown his strength, that Grendel had met no other man on earth with the strength Beowulf had displayed. Grendel was afraid of Beowulf and his thoughts were of fleeing back to where he had come. Beowulf grasped Grendel from fleeing and had held the monster’s claws in his hands, trapping the beast. Beowulf’s warriors had raised their swords, ready to fight, not knowing that the monster’s skin could not be scratched by their weapons. Grendel, losing strength was groaning, Beowulf, twisting with his bare hands, twisting the monster’s arm with all his strength! Beowulf tore the monster’s arm off from its body. Beowulf had gained a new glory and the monster fled to Hell. Beowulf had liberated Hrothgar’s kingdom, they Danes, along with Beowulf and his warriors had celebrated, not a single Dane doubted Beowulf. He then hung the monster’s arm from the rafters of the mead-hall, for all to see. Beowulf showed strength, courage and bravery by fighting Grendel, a monster no one could kill and everyone was terrified of. Beowulf with his own hands,
“Your turn boy” said the man who killed my father, as he advanced towards me. I had awoken from the nightmarish trance, and my senses had finally returned, I was still in shock but I managed to compose myself for enough time to dash over to the tree where my horse was, and swiftly mount it and begin riding as fast as I could. The two murderers mounted their horses and were in hot pursuit, yelling and screaming behind me. Tears rolled down my cheek at the thought of never seeing or speaking to my father again. But I was determined to escape. It was his final command, and I didn’t want to disappoint
Confined behind his castle’s walls: King Gabriel Wylie stood on the windowsill of his study’s window, desperately feeling a dire need to escape from the ruthful eyes of the bereaved that are still in mourning of those that came before him. He opens his eyes to the color of amber, feeling a gentle breeze sweep across his honey nut skin from the morning’s shower.
And finally a monster who had no one to weep at his grave but many people to cheer at his head upon a spike.
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
The night of my capture started out like any other night here in Herot. I was seated next to my dear friend King Hrothgar, toasting to Beowulf’s victory over the monster Grendel. Royalty from all over the world had gathered here to hear his wonderful tale. After a night full of toasts and festivities, we grew weary and retired to our beds. We had not known of the danger lurking in the shadows. A few short hours after drifting off into a peaceful sleep, a shrill scream of terror ripped me from my slumber, and I quickly jumped out of the bed. A brisk breeze swept through the air, bringing the smell of blood and death along with it. I glanced around my empty quarters, and found my sword propped against the wall. I grabbed it quickly and headed down the hall to check out the scream. I had made it halfway down the hall when another gut wrenching scream was heard. I sprinted to the end of
This tribe brings nothing but death and destruction to the island. Moreover, the newly formed group of warriors even develop a dance that they perform over the carcass of the dead pig. They become so involved in this dance that that warriors kill one of their own kind. By chance, Simon runs from the forest towards the group that is already shouting “‘Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!’” (152).
Beowulf is a very brave hero, he has fought and killed many creatures before, but this battle was different. He knew this battle was of great importance to everyone, and that made him that much more nervous. This creature was fierce and had been tormenting their village for as long as they could remember, so her death would be a huge victory for Beowulf and it would be an even bigger relief for the villagers. All of the people in the village were cheering for Beowulf as he walked away headed off to the greatest battle of his life.
• The comedic affect of the scene where Arthur and his men are kept away from the castle by farm animal warfare is a parody to when King Uther Pendragon attacked the Duke of Cornwall’s castle and was kept off with fire, soldiers and other one would expect in combat.
Gasping in terror I awoke and shot to my feet. He was gone, but where, how long had I been here and ...
The hero of Beowulf, one of the oldest written Germanic epics, is a leader of the Geats and a hero unlike all others before him. He is able to conquer foes that no one else can, and he charges into every battle with the full force that he can muster, without any of the encumbrances that others may have. His greatest desire is fame and glory, and he performs whatever difficult tasks he believes will bring him closer to that goal. Beowulf’s quest for power drives him to seek fame by challenging Grendel, Grendel’s mother, and finally a giant dragon that causes his death. Though Beowulf’s strength and courage lead him to power and its accompanying responsibility, the power that he accumulates has negative consequences for those who rely on him. This very thirst for power is Beowulf’s fatal flaw, causing him to ignore his duties towards his people and leave his kingdom unprotected and vulnerable; however, it also serves as the force that allows him to accomplish unbelievable feats.