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There was king , he was...well at least the Danes thought he was a great king. Hrothgar is what his men called him.he owned Hall, Heorot i think it was and this hall had to be the most unbearable place in existence .always so happy and filled with loud shrieking music people always sang and never and i mean never would stop shouting and disturbing my peace. Grendel is the name I was given by my mother and I live under the mountains purposely away from the Danes, my environment is very still and quiet it was kinda melancholy but i liked it like that.

I hide there on my sanctuary the dark as my only worldly comfort. My mother is just as misunderstood as I am, being a terribly fierce creature herself a great dragion that was feared by many how i wish i was more like her maybe then i'd still be breathing.

The only reason for which I kill those damn Danes is to show them how much they disturb my peace when they party for absolutely no reason every night after night and drink themselves plastered in hall they are so terribly loud.

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I would never hurt the humans if they would just be quiet but they purposely provoke me! They take pleasure in it, they hurt me, they shout at me ,and wound me they are so cruel to me with these words and stories making fun of me and my efforts to live in peace.

I have no choice but to kill them! it is the only thing I can do. i never intended to kill them and even less to hurt the king Hrothgar. Finally it seemed they understood that ruckus in Herot hall bothered me until a so-called hero from.

The Geats,a man, Beowulf came along with his merry men and convinced King Hrothgar to reopen Herot! and so he did the absolute fool they made as much noise as he could just to provoke me and when I came to kill the men who were disturbing me. Beowulf only stared at me until I came for him and we fought until he started to slice me up when he ripped my arm off couldn't resist anymore so I ran. I managed to escape to my home with my mother into the quiet waters, I soaked in the soothing water wrapped my mother's arms waiting until I finally passed. Peace at last free from the Danes. I just wished my passing didn't drive my mother into her rage that led to her tragic end