Grendel's Avenger

There he was, laying lifelessly before her, whimpering his last ghastly breath before life completely spilled from his big, limp body. Grendel was dead.

Grendel's heartbroken mother stood speechless before his body, hot tears running down her flushed cheeks. She fell to her knees in front of Grendel's body, drowning in anger, malice, and sorrow. She picked up his upper body and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing it tightly, wishing and hoping he would return to the living, but he didn't.

Serah, Grendel's mother, was used to losing family, most of their lives were meaningless anyway, but never would she have ever imagined that she would lose her son, the only thing she cared about, the only good thing in the world she had. He's gone now, wiped from existence.

The word "gone" rang in her ears and the more it did, the worse it broke Serah down. She would trade her life for Grendel's but knew it was futile. Serah took one last look at her son and made her resolve. After she buries the body, she will journey to Herot, seeking to avenge Grendel, no matter what.

Back in Herot, the King of Danes held a huge celebration for the hero of the Danes, Beowulf. There was laughter, drinking, music, drinking, dancing, drinking, feasting, including drinking! Great warriors, the royal kingdom, Beowulf, and even the civilians were all having the time of their lives now that the plague they claimed to be Grendel is gone. Everyone could sleep a bit easier now, however, they were unaware of what they had just gotten themselves into. It was calm before the storm.

Grendel's mother, Serah, had only one person on her mind. She didn't care about the people of Herot because even though they wished it, they did not kill Grendel, the fault lies with Beowulf. He was the one only she wanted. She would fight Beowulf as he did with her son, no weapons, bare handed.

As Serah stalked up closer and closer to the castle, the surroundings around her began to discolor and die off, her rage increasing the closer she got, knowing she was closer and closer to avenging Grendel. The time has come.

As the time flew by, the celebration in the Mead hall began to die down and most have already turned in for the late night. Everyone that was still there continued to enjoy themselves until a cold eerieness crept through the castle, kind of like an aura. The aura matched the one that belonged to Grendel but the people knew he was dead now. This could only mean one thing.

Just then, two guard came flying through an archway to the east of the room and crashed to the ground. The mother of Grendel walked in the room after them, walking in slow strides.

Terrified, the King rushed to safety calling forth Beowulf to destroy the creature, but Beowulf was already waiting since he felt the presence, stumbling toward Serah. Beowulf had been drinking an awful lot that night and the people feared that he wouldn't be able to fight, he would be killed.

Serah had journeyed a long distance for her swamp to Herot, going through the wildest adventure anyone could ever imagine to make sure she put these humans, who are more the monsters, in their place.

As the force warrior, Beowulf stumbled out to face Serah, she noticed how flushed and unstable he was. The whole place smelled of sweat and mead. Serah thought these humans were vile scum, celebrating the murder of her son. How could they blame Grendel for doing what he did?

The Danes were the guilty ones. They tortured and teased Grendel because he was different, he didn't fit in their society. Labeled him a monster because of his appearance, because of an ancient history he has nothing to do with. Grendel was pushed to the limit, outraged by how he was treated and was forced to attack. Grendel's blood lust was created by the judgement of the Danish people in this time and now they have the help of the Geats. They were truly evil, selfish people.

In a flash, Beowulf made to make the first move, trying to land a punch on Serah. Beowulf was too unstable and sluggish, leading to Serah just stepping effortlessly out of the way, causing Beowulf to trip over his feet and crumble to the ground. When Beowulf got up, the surrounding people watching the scene cheered him on, pumping him up, and so he tries again. This time, Serah wanted to tamper with his pride, tripping and taunting him, making him look bad to anger him and it did. Beowulf realizes that he's being toyed with with and isn't fight the way he should.

"That she-wolf has vexed me, rendered me of my power", Beowulf shouted. Serah couldn't help but to smirk and chuckled a bit.

"You vexed yourself, human, for you chose to dispose of a being who was truly a kind creature, then you ruin his form and celebrate his death, nit thinking of which you hurt or even the TRUE story about him. You were just fed lies and poisoned yourself, naive warrior", she spoke in a calm but venomous tone.

Beowulf had a look of disgust on his face, sneering at Serah's words. There was a moments hesitation before Beowulf breaks his code and grabs his sword, attempting to attack the mother.

Serah wanted a fair fight out of him for this to be right and wants to fight someone which can actually stand and see straight.

As Beowulf inched closer to Serah, se readied her claws, which had a poison on them that paralyzes the body for a week. As soon as he was within range, she struck his abdomen, leaving a small, bloody hole, not bad enough to be fatal.

"Face me when you can properly stand", Serah said, leaving the castle and head back to her swamp.