Karin

Original post from Karin

His skin was still smooth as silk, his hair was dark as midnight. His strength was comparable with the forces of nature. Reckless and energetic as youth should be, Beowulf personified the traits of the perfect warrior. With eyes that glow like stars, bright and bold just as he is. Beowulf's youth was still the beginning of his journey. Still yet to become a hero and to hear of danger, he was willing to help. He was willing to sacrifice.

 

Beowulf sets off to Herot, he was neither petulant or mournful. He guides his excited men, marching on to have a word with the king. The heavy armour and helmets of gold look worthy of a warrior's esteem. He boasts and shares his vigorous stories. He tells the tale of his glorious deeds. His people know his strengths. They acknowledge his achievements from his stains from the blood of his enemies. Enduring pain like no other as he says, Beowulf asks for approval to stand alone against Grendel. Carrying no sword or shield, he steps forward with pride. With somewhat harmless abuse, for the good of his people, his fists flew fast, fierce in action against the flesh of the enemy. God will decide his fate, whether he is taken by death or taken by battle. Music and the sound of rejoice fill the hall. Earning his prize and possessions, he still had lots to discover about heroism. His age, like death, was inevitable. He grew stronger than ever and his maturity was aided through the years. The only trait he was missing in his youth, was the trait of wisdom. His confidence is different from other men. His deeds and achievements are spread through to a great extent. Beowulf has done good deeds. Glory was never his main goal. He will always be remembered by his people.

 

 

Revised By Max

Although he was reckless and daring, Beowulf personified all the characteristics of an perfect warrior. His hair was dark as the nocturnal skies above, with eyes that glow like stars, bright and bold just as he is, and his mighty strength was comparable to those of the gods. But his journey of becoming a hero and reaching Valhalla was yet to come. When a news of an monster that has been terrorizing the village of Herot reached Beowulf, he did not miss this opportunity. Beowulf knew that seizing this opportunity will bring him the glory he so badly wanted.

 

So Beowulf sets off to Herot, accompanied by his greatest warriors. When he'd reached the village, the Earl and his people greeted him with glee. His heavy golden armour was worthy of a warriors esteem. Beowulf dines with the Earl and boasts his vigorous stories of his adventures and glorious deeds. The people know his strength and acknowledged his achievements and glories he earned by the spilt blood of his enemies. Enduring pain like no other as he says, Beowulf asks for approval to stand alone against the monster Grendel. Unarmed, he stands alone with great pride. When Grendel walked into the great hall Beowulf acted immedietly. His fists flew fast, fierce in action against the flesh of the monster. His fate was in the hands of the Gods. When he finally defeated Grendel, the music and the sound of rejoice filled the hall. Beowulf earning his prize, still had much more to discover about heroism. His age, like death, was inevitable. He grew stronger than ever and his maturity was aided throughout the years. Finally acquiring the wisdom that he lacked in his youth made Beowulf see that true heroes fight for their beliefs and the benefit of others, not only for their own glory's sake. Eventually the stories of his deeds and achievements spread through all the kingdoms and Beowulf was remembered for centuries.