Personal Narrative: The Warrior Of Herot

Laughter, shouting, and joy were in the air that was humid from my hatred. Agony was ceaseless, running through my ear, telling me to make these vexatious sounds stop. Weeks have passed without one day of silence and it was really starting to feel like it was endless. I have had it with these feasts and cannot stand the human anymore. All they do is make painful sounds of laughter and they just sing and dance all night without an end. It is about time I show the King and his warriors of Herot what happens when you disturb my peace. Maybe then they will finally cease their nonsense feasts. I left my lair with a goal.

Trudging along in the forest, I knew exactly what I had to do to these warriors. My mouth started to water by the thought of the flesh between my teeth. I was hungry, painfully hungry so I started to run …show more content…
Exhibiting my force into the towering doors, I pushed my way into the hall and to my pleasure, my feast was still and quiet. The warriors were sleeping with no clue what surprise they were in for. Their bodies, so vulnerable and weak, were drowsy from the nightly feats and likely full with the meal they previously downed. Eagerly I snatched at the first one. I felt so powerful holding a lifeless, cold body in the palm of my hand. The rushing of blood through my fingertips and I felt a cruel smile grow across my face. Tearing their limbs was so easy to me and even with one swift strike at one, kills him immediately. Addiction swept over me as I wondered why I do not do this more often. The