Works Cited

• http://thebeowulfproject.com/ss_btl_grendelsmom.html
• http://www.myspace.com/2009hamlet
• http://www.zazzle.com/funny+birthday+gag+for+turning+50+years+old+posters
• http://freshfocus.info/blog/?tag=inner-peace
• http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERcuUCC13ys&feature=related

Beowulf - Death of Grendel

At Peace

Oh, yes! For the first time in 50 years I can feel a smile being plastered on my face once again. This dragon, Beowulf's arch-nemesis, appears extremely powerful; I believe he has what it takes to rid Beowulf of his mortal form. I knew from the very beginning that someone would one day put an end to his treacherous acts; my only regret is that it was not I who put an end to Beowulf, the one to bring Beowulf to his death, as he did my glorious son. I watch closely as the dragon is wounded, as is Beowulf. It can not be! Beowulf once again is the successor of this battle! If it were not for that ratty 'ole Wiglaf, Beowulf could have been rolling around in his grave right now! Oh, but wait, I see it now! Beowulf is slowly fading into darkness, maybe my day of peace is finally going to be delivered to me! I stare, unsure at first, but then I see Beowulf let out one last shaky breath and then all was silent. Finally, after 50 years of pain and torture, I feel contempt to let a sigh of relief expel from my lungs. Now, I am at peace.

50 years of hell/ New Arrivals

50 years it has been since I was sent to hell by that no-good Beowulf. I refuse to just watch in agony as Beowulf is rewarded with endless amounts of riches for his 'good deeds'. Will anyone ever put an end to the strengths of Beowulf? It feels as if I have been rotting in this hell for an eternity, something must be done to stop Beowulf! I should have been the one to defeat the arrogant fool, but no, the super natural were against me, and he was able to put an end to me with a simple flick of the wrist. No! If only I knew of his strength, I would have been able to shred him to bits on that day 50 years ago, but no, I did not know.
A new enemy to Beowulf has been identified, what does this mean? Sources announced that a deadly fire-breathing dragon is going to challenge Beowulf and put an end to him. I can not help but wonder if all of these years have finally paid off. Yes! This has to be it, for I have waited for this moment far to long.
I watch from down below as Beowulf leads 12 other Geats into battle against the dragon. This should be interesting...

A Living Hell

"No!!!", I yelled in agony. Beowulf has brought an end to not only me but my son as well. Now I must dwell on the torture I go through every second of every day in hell. One day, Beowulf will receive the same respect he has given to my son and I, hopefully one day soon. For now, I am to burn in hell for eternity. I have lost my dignity, it deserted me once Beowulf desinerated me. Yes, I am re-united with my son, but with the pain each of us must endure each day, our love for each other can never be expressed in the same ways they once were. I despise Beowulf for the pain he causes my son and I, even now in the dark flames of hell. As the flames scorch my non-existent skin, my hatred for Beowulf and his glory grows even more powerful than before. Oh, how I can not wait for him to meet his treacherous fate. Someone is bound to be even more powerful than Beowulf, and that someone will be able to send Beowulf on his merry way upon the land of the un-dead, and the moment that event occurs I will be watching closely and come to peace with the fact that I am surrounded by a true living hell.

Your death has come to greet you!

While in my watery hell, I prepare myself for the pathetic attack Beowulf will attempt to throw at me, but never shall he be victorious! Sudden movement catches my eye, and at once I know he has come to me, ready to endure the pain of my claws digging deep within his skin. I want to rip his limbs, as he respected my son. I notice his sword- which is of no use in my realm, and I cackle once he discovers that same fact. Yes, this Beowulf character has much strength, but never enough to defeat the almighty She-Devil!
I drive him deep within a chamber, built by the ancient giant ages ago. He wrestles me to the ground, with thoughts of being successful, but no, I refuse to allow such nonsense. As I readily prepare to slaughter the foolish mortal he creeps up the podium and releases the magical sword of the giants. My eyes go wide and bulge with terror and fear as I am being sliced deep within my neck, bone and all. Yes, death has come, only not the death of Beowulf, but the death of me, the She-Devil. Whispers of death engulf me, and soon my soul is stripped from my physical form.

I am the She-Devil!

             

I am the She-Devil! The ruler of these waters for half a hundred years, and mother to the great creature Grendel. My claws shred skin, cut through bones and useless mortal weapons as well. I use my tusk to slash my opponents soul and drive them to their painful deaths. When I finally noticed that my son was doomed to die I felt fire run through my veins and vengeance pour from what little soul I had left. I had to avenge my son, for it is what any mother would do. I had to capture Beowulf, my sons horrid killer!
How dare he! Killing our kind for the fame and glory, leaving us to rot in this watery hell for years to come. Why must he feel the need to take my son from me, making him endure a slow and painful death?
When I find this Beowulf leader, I shall slash his throat and rip him limb from limb. He will pay for his sins and the pain he has brought to my aching heart, for now I am a cold-hearted beast filled with only blood lust and hatred for those who despised my son, whose heart sung with the passion for blood and death!