Beowulf the Improved
The Wrath of Grendel
A mythical creature living down in the dimness, impatient as every day passes by he could hear the music ringing loud in the hall, as Hrothgar's men lived happy in his hall till the monster stirred, that fiend, Grendel. It was finally when darkness fell, that Grendel took revenge, pulling out his one of a kind iphone, whom he was really proud of, started locating on the Herot Hall. Grendel quietly slipped through the gigantic doors grabbed thirty men, violently smashed them and ran out with their bodies, every drop of blood dripping behind him. As day came and everybody in the hall was surprised to see the happening everybody's day was long lasting, filled with tears for the dead.
So Grendel ruled, fought with the righteous, One against many, and won; so Herot stood empty, and stayed deserted for years for Hrothgar, king of the Danes, with sorrow at his door he had to find something to get his mind off of it. So sitting in his room playing with his Wii was when he forget about the disaster, not for long though. As mankind's enemy continued his crimes, killing as often as he could, coming alone, bloodthirsty and horrible.
The Coming of Beowulf
In his far-off home Higlac was on his laptop and read on his myspace the terror that Hrothgar's kingdom was going through he quickly commanded a boat fitted out and would send help when needed. So Beowulf chose the mightiest men he could find, and led them down to their boat. When arriving the Geats jumped to the ground, pushing their boat to the sand and tied it in place. As a Danish watchmen patrolling along the cliffs saw the travelers crossing to the shore, wondering why they landed and who's soldiers where they. Pulling out his pager to page King Hrothgar's of the happening. It was when Beowulf told him everything about him, who his father was, and what they were here for. The watchmen were gracious for the answer to their prayers and took the Geats up to the castle.
The Battle with Grendel
It finally came to the night that Beowulf and his men take the place of Hrothgar and the Danes inside Herot. Beowulf laying there, ready to meet Grendel with his Bazooka. When Grendel arrived and snatched at the first Geat, ripping him apart, cutting his body to bits with powerful jaw. Drinking the blood from his veins and bolted him down, hands and feet. Stepping to another body, clutching at Beowulf with his claws, grasped at a strong-hearted wakeful sleeper, the battle was on! Beowulf banged and smashed Grendel until he finally got a grip of his arm and completely ripped it off to hang on the Kingdom for everybody to see his triumph
The Monsters' Lair
When Grendel's mom realized what had gone down with her son. She suddenly got furious and frustrated that her son was dying and his arm was hanging like a souvenir. So she quickly went to the castle and violently took it without anything holding her back.
The Battle with Grendel's Mother
Beowulf resolves to kill the “lady monster.” Considering that it might be the last battle he would fight in his life Beowulf fought with all his might. When he noticed that no sword could slice her evil skin for she had watched a DVD on how to fight with all her might. It was when Beowulf saw a huge sword heavier than anything before and maybe that would be the one to slice her. Picked it up with all his strength he had left, caught her in the neck and cut it through, broke bones and all.
When all the wise old warriors who surrounded Hrothgar, like him staring into the monsters’ lake, saw the waves surging and blood spurting through. They spoke about Beowulf, whispering together how hope was gone. When one of the Whitebeards knew hope was gone he got in his 2010 Challenger and headed back to the hall. While the Geats stayed, sat sadly, watching, imagining they saw their lord but not believing they would ever see him again. When out of nowhere the noble protector of all men swam to land, rejoicing the heavy burdens he was bringing with him. He and all his glorious band of Geats thanked God that their leader had come back unharmed. Walking into the hall covered in glory for the daring battles their lord had fought; he sought Hrothgar to salute him and show Grendel’s head. Brought it straight to where the Danes sat, and at the time it was a weird but wonderful sight, as the warrior stared.
The Last Battle
After being honored by Hrothgar; Beowulf and his Geats returned home, welcomed by the king, his uncle Higlac, and later becoming king himself. Ruling Geatland for fifty years until a dragon menaces his kingdom. Determined to slay the beast, he tells his men “I’ve never known fear, as a youth I fought in endless battles.” Beowulf fighting and showing all his courage noticed there was no possibility he was going to make it out of here alive. The soldiers noticed that to and didn’t want to stay there to be next, so getting on all there motorcycles they took off knowing they were betraying Beowulf. The only soldier that still stood as brave as possible was Wiglaf. He realized he had a hi-tech camera and he figured that the flash of it would make the dragon go blind, giving them a few seconds to attack him.
The Spoils
Together, Wiglaf and Beowulf kill the dragon, but the old king is mortally wounded. As a last request, Beowulf asks Wiglaf to bring him the treasure that the dragon was guarding. As doing as said he came back and found him bloody, gasping for breath. As the brave king gave the golden necklace from around his throat to Wiglaf, and ordered him to use them well; “You’re the last of all our far-flung family.”
The Farewell
Wiglaf denounces the soldiers who deserted Beowulf in his combat with the dragon. The Geats burn their king’s body on a great funeral pyre and bitterly lament his death. The Geats built the tower, as Beowulf asked, strong and tall. For ten long days they made his monument, sealted his ashes in walls as straight and high as wise and willing hands could raise them. As Beowulf’s follwers rode, mourning their beloved leader, crying that no better king had ever lived, no prince so mild, no mad so open to his people, so deserving of praise. It was when one of the soldiers lit the fireworks.
