As a child I had nothing, no one, and nowhere to call my own, but I was content with that. Grand castles and vast lands were not for the likes of me, and so i held no desire for that which I assumed I could never obtain. It wasn’t until the night that I had been nearly shot dead by an arrow (led astray during one of the Danes’ many drunken fests) that it occured to me that I should at least try to improve my living condition. Grabbing the near fatal arrow, I strood up the steps to the great Heriot's doors and demanded to see “the irresponsible king who would so shamelessly allow a child to be murdered by one of his foolish barbarians”. Of course, the man nearest to me grasped my neck and threw me down the steps, but I was stubborn and I would …show more content…
But by now, this was merely a game, one that I knew I would win. Eventually, during one of my missions, the man who had tossed me out that first night spotted me. He picked me up (by the neck as usual) then he carried me to his king. He placed me down roughly, and when I opened my mouth to speak, struck my head soundly. This being the first time that I received such terrible treatment by their hands, I began crying and threw myself at the brute while letting forth a string of curses. King Hrothgar laughed boisterously and said, “Sit here, child”. So i ceased my not-so-murderous rampage and sat at his …show more content…
Grendel had returned. I had seen the loathsome creature when he arrived that first night. I had watched as he grabbed up my family, and broke their bodies. The sound of broken bones and tearing flesh still ring in my ears. The sight of their blood splashing, pooling, and staining the floors as that wretched fiend carried the corpses back through the shattered wood that once guarded Herot so completely. Grendel had returned, his fearsome rage could almost be seen in the air around him as he began his massacre anew, and the sight froze my soul. King Hrothgar and the others had left me to take care of these newcomers and their leader, Higlac’s follower and the strongest of the Geats,
It was a man. They’d cut his throat. His clothes had been stolen.” Grendel knows that some of the Danes had brutally killed one of their own, and wants to use the corpse as proof that he is not the only evil being in Hrothgar’s kingdom. Grendel goes to the Mead Hall to prove his point but stops to listen to the Shaper’s newest tale, “He told of an ancient feud between two brothers which split all the world between darkness and light.
“I killed straggles now and then- with a certain grim pleasure very different from that which I got from cracking a cow’s skull.” After attacking the hall for the first time, Grendel began to feel joy in himself for causing a raid against the humans. From the raids, the humans are desperate to set order back into their land because with unexpected death occurring throughout the land can hurt how their land functions. For instance, if the bread maker dies unexpectedly and no one else in the land knows how to make bread, it may cause an increase in hunger through the land. They tried to get order by sending Unferth to kill Grendel.
“Grendel should be home now, what is wrong with that child,” the mother of the descendant of Caine thought. Just then Grendel burst through the ceiling, deep dark red blood gushing from his shoulder. He trails blood through the chalet towards his room where he collapses from his injuries on his bed. His mother instantly falls to his side trying to save him but it is too late for he has passed. “SO MUCH BLOOD.
Heroism is a concept from storytelling as far back as Homer’s The Odyssey. Hero characters often start with an unusual birth, such as Moses when he was left in a basket and became royalty. Heros are tested and change through traumatic events. With supernatural help, they must prove themselves in some way.
"The mighty chief, atheling excellent, unblithe sat, labored in woe for the loss of his thanes, when once had been traced the trail of the fiend,spirit accurst: too cruel that sorrow,too long, too loathsome. " It was one of those things that happened over night and all of a sudden it was a part of your daily life. You see your parents in a different light but it mostly just shakes up your whole world. It's what Grendel did to Hrothgar and his kingdom. He came in and shook the foundation of the kingdom making everyone confused and
Grendel had being killing and terrorizing Hrothgar’s people. The news of Grendel had travel to the land of the Geats and Beowulf had come to provide assistance to Hrothgar. One day after Beowulf and Grendel’s fight, where Beowulf tears off the demons’ arm, the monster’s mother came to vengeance her son’s death. She was also defeated and killed by Beowulf, for which he received many gifts and praise by Hrothgar and his wife Wealhtheow.
However, in his attempt to communicate with the humans, they attack him in fear. Despite this, Grendel cannot contain his desire for a community and the beautiful world painted by the humans. His internal struggle with rejection and yearning is deeply tormenting. It comes to a climax as Grendel goes to the humans and begs them for relief. Nonetheless, it is futile as the humans once again attack
Knowing Grendel he will die before having his community slaughtered by the humans who locked them away. Grendel tell the men how they will have to go to war soon with Beowulf and they would have to be ready for any foul play. As a leader Grendel had an abundant amount of composer, but on the inside he was filled with fear. He knew what he had to do, he had to train his army because he knew he could not do it alone. Grendel dismisses the meeting and goes into hiding in his secret lair.
13.) In the beginning, Herot was being savagely attacked by Grendel and lives were being taken for twelve straight winters. He was “so set on murder that no crime could ever be enough, no savage assault quench his lust for evil” (lines 50-53). Finally, the brave warrior Beowulf arrives to Herot and murders the devious Grendel. Seeking revenge, Grendel’s mom slyly arrives at Herot and snatches only one victim.
Pointless, ridiculous monster crouched in the shadows, stinking of dead men, murdered children, martyred cows” (Gardner 54). Grendel recognizes that it is the isolation that has turned him into what he is. He has seen how the humans have rejected him and tried to kill him, the first person viewpoint allows us to share this experience with
“I was Grendel, Ruiner of Meadhalls, Wrecker of Kings! But also, as never before, I was alone.” (Grendel, p. 80) Grendel says this depressing statement when he learns that the enchantment placed upon him by the dragon has left him unable to be harmed by the Scylding's weapons. He vainly basks in his new-found glory, but he soon has the realization that his imperviousness has now separated him even more from the place he yearns for among men.
Grendel takes his loss out on the people, by hurting them. His actions speak for his words, “two nights later I went back. I was addicted. The Shaper was singing the glorious deeds of the dead men, praising war. He sang how they'd fought me.
Therefore, ultimately resulting in the use of violence and brutality to restore order and peace once again. Grendel whole existence is shrouded in darkness and mystery, which foster widespread fear among the mass due to their inability to control or comprehend
Grendel was this grim beast who haunted the moors and secluded fens; this troublesome one had long lived with monsters since the Creator had declared his exile. Grendel had been punished and separated from the company of man and God through the sins of Cain. Being a descendant from Cain, Grendel is full of evil and deceitfulness. This fuels his hatred, and a desire to destroy goodness from the world of which he can have no part in. His first night of violent attacks was describe as “The unholy creature, grim and ravenous, was ready at once, ruthless and cruel, and took from their thirty thanes; thence
The Epic Hero of The Odyssey The Odyssey is a tale of a great hero trying to get home. An epic hero. An epic hero is a courageous and honorable person. Homer’s character Odysseus exemplifies this in many ways.