Beowulf's First Battle

Beowulf's First Battle I remember it like it happened yesterday. My first battle. I was almost thirteen years of age. My friends and I were, in the village, watching the storyteller perform. When my mother came, screaming at the top her lungs telling me to get to my house, and the other boys to get to theirs. Everyone rushed towards their house, knowing that it was time for the beast to appear. Everyone shut the …

…to the ground on my back, with the demon on top of me, STILL. It had jumped on my sword, and my sword pierced through its belly straight in to his heart. I kept my promise, but I had lost someone very dear to me. My father died protecting the village, he is a hero. I took the beast's head apart from its body and took it back to the village, to assure my people.