As a child I had nothing, no one, and nowhere to call my own, but I was content with that. Grand castles and vast lands were not for the likes of me, and so i held no desire for that which I assumed I could never obtain. It wasn’t until the night that I had been nearly shot dead by an arrow (led astray during one of the Danes’ many drunken fests) that it occured to me that I should at least try to improve my living condition. Grabbing the near fatal arrow, I strood up the steps to the great Heriot's doors and demanded to see “the irresponsible king who would so shamelessly allow a child to be murdered by one of his foolish barbarians”. Of course, the man nearest to me grasped my neck and threw me down the steps, but I was stubborn and I would …show more content…
But by now, this was merely a game, one that I knew I would win. Eventually, during one of my missions, the man who had tossed me out that first night spotted me. He picked me up (by the neck as usual) then he carried me to his king. He placed me down roughly, and when I opened my mouth to speak, struck my head soundly. This being the first time that I received such terrible treatment by their hands, I began crying and threw myself at the brute while letting forth a string of curses. King Hrothgar laughed boisterously and said, “Sit here, child”. So i ceased my not-so-murderous rampage and sat at his …show more content…
Grendel had returned. I had seen the loathsome creature when he arrived that first night. I had watched as he grabbed up my family, and broke their bodies. The sound of broken bones and tearing flesh still ring in my ears. The sight of their blood splashing, pooling, and staining the floors as that wretched fiend carried the corpses back through the shattered wood that once guarded Herot so completely. Grendel had returned, his fearsome rage could almost be seen in the air around him as he began his massacre anew, and the sight froze my soul. King Hrothgar and the others had left me to take care of these newcomers and their leader, Higlac’s follower and the strongest of the Geats,