Beowulf Alternate Ending
Three men moved through the forest, keeping to the shadows as they followed the spotted grey mule.
The Mouth of Dalog lay dead in the clearing behind them, arrows protruding from her neck and side.
Gingerly picking its way through the dense forest, the mule continued to move north west. The three
men followed, hoping the mule would lead them out of this place—hoping to find a way back. With a
sudden movement, the mule bolted out of the shadows of the grey trees with thick snake like roots, and
stumbled down an embankment towards a mist filled basin. The men followed to the edge of the
embankment. The smell of fire and burning flesh grabbed each of them, and held them fast as their
eyes adjusted to the sunlight.
The smoke …show more content…
The great
stone arch, covered in archaic symbols from a time and a race long forgotten, sat on a ridge above the
mist. A great stone staircase, as if built for giants, rose out of the mist and led to the arch. The arches’
entry way glistened with a milky dark liquid and even at this distance called to the wizard.
“Come to me.” It whispered as a lover whispers full of expectation and mystery. Perhaps someday …show more content…
“It is over there.” Tirion pointed towards the arch. “It seems the mule has led us to the portal as well.”
“As the sun burns off this mist, we should be able to see more of the encampment and determine the
best course of action for reaching the ridge. Although this mist seems artificial.” Wardrian said. “What
do you think Tirion? Is there any way to tell?”
“If it is or it isn’t makes no matter. Give me some time and I will push it out of the basin.” Tirion
answered. The events of the morning did not seem to weigh on him as heavily as his companions. He
was certain that Wardrian’s murder of Emma, Ocwen’s estranged sister, was a complicated and
powerful illusion. In his thinking Dalog, would never part so easily with his prize and thus Wardrian must
have known and called Dalog’s ruse. In either case, pushing the mist out of the basin was his number
one priority.
Ocwen did not have any interest in the portal or the task of revealing the army’s encampment. It was
not the death of his sister that weighed heavy on his mind. It was the slow realization that his
companions were going mad. He found it difficult to trust in their intentions. Each had been touched
The Mouth of Dalog lay dead in the clearing behind them, arrows protruding from her neck and side.
Gingerly picking its way through the dense forest, the mule continued to move north west. The three
men followed, hoping the mule would lead them out of this place—hoping to find a way back. With a
sudden movement, the mule bolted out of the shadows of the grey trees with thick snake like roots, and
stumbled down an embankment towards a mist filled basin. The men followed to the edge of the
embankment. The smell of fire and burning flesh grabbed each of them, and held them fast as their
eyes adjusted to the sunlight.
The smoke …show more content…
The great
stone arch, covered in archaic symbols from a time and a race long forgotten, sat on a ridge above the
mist. A great stone staircase, as if built for giants, rose out of the mist and led to the arch. The arches’
entry way glistened with a milky dark liquid and even at this distance called to the wizard.
“Come to me.” It whispered as a lover whispers full of expectation and mystery. Perhaps someday …show more content…
“It is over there.” Tirion pointed towards the arch. “It seems the mule has led us to the portal as well.”
“As the sun burns off this mist, we should be able to see more of the encampment and determine the
best course of action for reaching the ridge. Although this mist seems artificial.” Wardrian said. “What
do you think Tirion? Is there any way to tell?”
“If it is or it isn’t makes no matter. Give me some time and I will push it out of the basin.” Tirion
answered. The events of the morning did not seem to weigh on him as heavily as his companions. He
was certain that Wardrian’s murder of Emma, Ocwen’s estranged sister, was a complicated and
powerful illusion. In his thinking Dalog, would never part so easily with his prize and thus Wardrian must
have known and called Dalog’s ruse. In either case, pushing the mist out of the basin was his number
one priority.
Ocwen did not have any interest in the portal or the task of revealing the army’s encampment. It was
not the death of his sister that weighed heavy on his mind. It was the slow realization that his
companions were going mad. He found it difficult to trust in their intentions. Each had been touched