Grendel’s Mother Takes Revenge
Saahil Chharawala Year 7
he awoke with a start. Her blood ran cold as the realisation sunk in. Grendel was dead. She fell to the ground, her spined back elongating towards the roof of her cave. Then she screamed up to the sky, her mangled face showing every dagger-like tooth, every poisonous wart and every faint line. Lines of hatred, lines of despair. Not only had she screamed a deep, howling scream from the pit of her stomach, she had screamed full of hate and grief. The captain of evil’s mother got to her feet and, blinded by fury, galloped down to Heorot. Her claws shovelled up clumps of dirt as she stormed along not knowing that this may have been her last trip to the place of her son’s death. The earth shook as the huge metal door was blown off its hinges. All of the Hall- Defenders ran as the blood-eyed beast emerged from the shadows. Beowulf ran like the wind and lunged at hatred itself, instantly regretting it as a fist, sturdy as a rock, met him with great force, flinging him back across the hall. His vision was blurred but S
he stood up and tried again, this time catching the beast off guard. Beowulf leapt onto her. Grendel’s mother struggled to get him off. She twisted and turned until Beowulf held up his sword to the light and swung down, narrowly missing her head, and cut the hideous creature’s arm off. The pain was like nothing she’d ever felt before and she wailed with pain, instinctively turning on her heels and dashing back up the hill. Beowulf and his men rode up the hill, hot on the heels of Grendel’s mother. These parts of the forest were alien to the men but they didn’t spend long looking around. The mother of evil turned around to catch the eye of Beowulf before jumping down the ancient, crumbling well. Beowulf followed jumping in with a faint splash. For what felt like hours in the abysmal light, Beowulf searched until a
Beowulf ran like the wind and lunged at hatred itself, instantly regretting it as a fist, sturdy as a rock, met him with great force, flinging him back across the hall
sudden movement resurrected his senses and without a second thought he drew his sword. All was silent until… Crack! The mother of evil had struck the side of the cave and faint shafts of light were seeping in through the cracks. Now Beowulf could see the ugly creature fully with its marble like eyes and tentacles glowing pale green. Quickly it struck again, this time hitting Beowulf in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. Beowulf struggling without air, desperately wanted to surface. But he didn’t. Grendel’s mother struck again, but Beowulf held on. Beowulf inched his way up and just as the thought he was going to drown, he stabbed the creature in the head. The water turned a silky red colour and Beowulf surfaced, triumphant.
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