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.