Letter To Grendel's Mother
Language Arts 9/28/12
Grendel's Mother There I stood in disbelief. I can’t believe my son is dead. My last words to him was “WHO DID THIS TO YOU ? WHO IS TAKING YOU AWAY FROM ME?!” I couldn’t stop replaying his response in my head “B-Beowulf... The Son Of Ecgtheow” I swear at that moment I’ve never cried so much, Grendel was my only child and he meant the world to me. I sat there in the cave holding Grendel he kept screaming and hollering, I hate hearing hollering, so I started plotting on the man called Beowulf. I thought of a million and one ways to kill him but I didn’t think anyone of them compared to what he had did to my son. When I got myself together I left my cave and
followed the trail of blood that came from Grendel to the mead hall. I questioned everyone around but they were all too scared to answer. I threatened them, I even ruffed them up a little. I need to find my sons killer, I needed my revenge. I told his people to inform him on where to find me and I expect him there no later than 12 midnight. Beowulf showed up at exactly 11:59 with his sword in one hand and armor in the other. He looked like no competition compared to me. I was ready to break every limb in his body no questions asked. He seen Grendel’s dead body and grinned and I immediately attacked with no hesitation. I picked him up by his waist and slung him across the room leaving him gasping for air. I then began digging my claws into his skin and watched as his pale skin quickly raged red. “ I GOT YOU EXACTLY WHERE I WANT YOU!” I screamed in his ear filled with pain. I released him for a split second to grab my sword but befor I could Beowulf got ahold of his sword and I felt nothing but sharp pains to the head. Everything got blurry and was fading to black. I Simply turned and looked at my dead child and said, ill be there soon.
Grendel's Mother There I stood in disbelief. I can’t believe my son is dead. My last words to him was “WHO DID THIS TO YOU ? WHO IS TAKING YOU AWAY FROM ME?!” I couldn’t stop replaying his response in my head “B-Beowulf... The Son Of Ecgtheow” I swear at that moment I’ve never cried so much, Grendel was my only child and he meant the world to me. I sat there in the cave holding Grendel he kept screaming and hollering, I hate hearing hollering, so I started plotting on the man called Beowulf. I thought of a million and one ways to kill him but I didn’t think anyone of them compared to what he had did to my son. When I got myself together I left my cave and
followed the trail of blood that came from Grendel to the mead hall. I questioned everyone around but they were all too scared to answer. I threatened them, I even ruffed them up a little. I need to find my sons killer, I needed my revenge. I told his people to inform him on where to find me and I expect him there no later than 12 midnight. Beowulf showed up at exactly 11:59 with his sword in one hand and armor in the other. He looked like no competition compared to me. I was ready to break every limb in his body no questions asked. He seen Grendel’s dead body and grinned and I immediately attacked with no hesitation. I picked him up by his waist and slung him across the room leaving him gasping for air. I then began digging my claws into his skin and watched as his pale skin quickly raged red. “ I GOT YOU EXACTLY WHERE I WANT YOU!” I screamed in his ear filled with pain. I released him for a split second to grab my sword but befor I could Beowulf got ahold of his sword and I felt nothing but sharp pains to the head. Everything got blurry and was fading to black. I Simply turned and looked at my dead child and said, ill be there soon.