I live in darkness where a beast like me should live, for no human could ever withstand the hell I live in. I can only withstand it due to how powerful I am. I was conceived from a pair of monsters born of Cain. I am called Grendel.
I was a curious monster and wanted to know what the people of Herot would do after they were done drinking. So I went to Herot in desire to know what the warriors were doing only to find them sleeping. These men had no idea of what was to come. I went through the doors of Herot and grabbing and killing man after man without them knowing until I had 30 men. With the strength I had I carried all 30 bodies back to my home.
The next night came and I went right back to Herot, only to find that everyone was gone. I was upset and full of enragement that I wasn’t going to be …show more content…
I went to next soldier being as quiet as I did going to the first. I went down to snatch this man only to realize how strong this man was. He was no regular at Herot. I began to have fear and nothing at all could get my claws out of the hard tight grip. My only thought was to run back to my lair but it wasn’t possible with the grip this human had on me. He began to squeeze my hand until they cracked. I fought to get away but it was impossible. All I wanted was to retreat. I could only think that this trip to Herot was horrifying. This place withstood all the things that we were throwing at it through our battle. I began to scream due to the pain I was taking. All these soldiers began to try and slice me with these swords that weren’t strong enough to cut into my flesh. As we battled he began to twist my arm until finally you could hear the bone crack and the muscles rip deep down in my shoulder. My arm was ripped off. I escaped deep down into the lake where my mother lived but wounded was I. I slowly began to die from the laceration of
I was a curious monster and wanted to know what the people of Herot would do after they were done drinking. So I went to Herot in desire to know what the warriors were doing only to find them sleeping. These men had no idea of what was to come. I went through the doors of Herot and grabbing and killing man after man without them knowing until I had 30 men. With the strength I had I carried all 30 bodies back to my home.
The next night came and I went right back to Herot, only to find that everyone was gone. I was upset and full of enragement that I wasn’t going to be …show more content…
I went to next soldier being as quiet as I did going to the first. I went down to snatch this man only to realize how strong this man was. He was no regular at Herot. I began to have fear and nothing at all could get my claws out of the hard tight grip. My only thought was to run back to my lair but it wasn’t possible with the grip this human had on me. He began to squeeze my hand until they cracked. I fought to get away but it was impossible. All I wanted was to retreat. I could only think that this trip to Herot was horrifying. This place withstood all the things that we were throwing at it through our battle. I began to scream due to the pain I was taking. All these soldiers began to try and slice me with these swords that weren’t strong enough to cut into my flesh. As we battled he began to twist my arm until finally you could hear the bone crack and the muscles rip deep down in my shoulder. My arm was ripped off. I escaped deep down into the lake where my mother lived but wounded was I. I slowly began to die from the laceration of