Personal Narrative Essay: The Battle Of Beowulf

There I was, Beowulf, standing tall and brave after the battle had ended. It was a bit strange to me seeing as I had once lived a very lonely life; I had killed other creatures before, I had fought small dragons, I had hunted wild boars, I had swam a race in the sea, but to me, this battle was much different. I had many villagers counting on me to defend their land. I prepared myself for everything, even the unthinkable, for seven days and seven nights in the halls of Hygelac the Geat. I had wished to go alone on this journey to slay Grendel and save Greatsland, but I was told to pick fourteen earls to take with me.

As we prepared ourselves, we had finally come to the day we were ready to set out. We arrived, and that night I was in a dream-spell trying to wake myself. Finally, I awoke to find Grendel standing dark against the dark night and fog that swept in as he opened the door. Grendel had swooped down and tore apart one of my earls limb from limb. Unable to move, I was helpless, until I caught Grendels milky white eyes staring at me. I jumped up and we battled, silently, in the foggy hall of Heorot. We battled until I finally twisted Grendels arm and it deteriorated,

causing Grendel to fall back on the floor. The dream-spell had been lifted and Grendel disappeared into the foggy night once again. When I returned to Geatsland, I had been called a hero. The following day, I received notice that the battle was not yet over and that this was just the beginning. Grendel was not the only monster I needed to slay; his mother was wicked and I was looked upon to destroy her as well. Me and my earls rode all day until we arrived once again.
Shortly, Grendels mother and I came eye to eye.

Staring into them, I prepared myself for a battle I had been trying to play out in my head. I still had time to get into my position. Her claw-filled fingers sank into my flesh. I was under a spell that drained me of my strength. I managed to draw my sword but she was not affected by it. I became angry with myself. It was taking me so long to slay Grendels mother. Then suddenly, I felt her grip loosen and the magic was lifted; I knew that was my chance. There was an old sword on the wall in which I ran to and retrieved; I swung at her perfectly and felt the sword cut straight through her body. In just a brief moment, all of the spells were released and there I was, Beowulf, standing over her dead body, tall and brave after the battle had

ended.