Beowulf-Personal Narrative

Being a hero can be defined many different ways. Several qualities like courage, respect, and strength can define heroism. A hero is noted for his or her actions for being brave, powerful, and acting with honor. In the epic poem, Beowulf, the main character Beowulf shows all of these characteristics by defending the Danish king, Hrothgar, and his people. He is a true hero by honoring his country and exerting his power and strength to protect others. Beowulf embodies the qualities of bravery, being powerful, and demonstrating his honor; therefore, he can be considered a true hero.

Beowulf is an epic poem that, above all, gives the reader an idea of a time long past; a time when the most important values were courage and integrity. The only factors that could bestow shower fame upon a person were heroic deeds and family lineage. Beowulf, as the paradigm of pagan heroes, exhibited his desire to amass fame and fortune; the only way to do so was to avenge the death of others. This theme of retribution that is ever present throughout the poem seems to color the identities of its characters.

A man quivers in fear as a large monstrous mass stands before him. He shouts for help, but there is no left to come to his aid. For years the Grendel attacked this mead-hall killing hundreds of men. A hero was needed in order to purge the village of this beast. Beowulf used his mental and physical strength for the betterment of the village because he came on his own accord without any prior knowledge; he puts his faith in god and not within his own strength; and he dies with honor and not in vain.

In the epic poem of Beowulf, the journey of good and evil is a description of how good can take over the evil and what it takes to be a hero and a great savior. Beowulf’s bare hands is a proof of his legacy and greatness which would last for long time in the history of its own. The poem reflects the time when Christianity were taking over the Pagan world witnessing a cultural and moral change which altered the lives of millions and witness an urging Christianity. As like any other warrior story, Beowulf is not an exception and it comes with different conflicts that the hero must face in making of his legacy. From killing a man-eating monster with

Beowulf’s last test of courage comes in his old age when his people are threatened by a “mighty” dragon. Beowulf felt as if something he had done had caused the irascible beast to wreck havoc on his people, “killing and destroying” them and their homes with its “molten” breath. Knowing what had to be done, Beowulf bravely faced the dragon, while all of his people, except for one, fled in fear. His last battle, which ended in death, displayed Beowulf’s unwavering courage, the type that every hero should possess.

My armor, which has shielded me before, I began to take off. My protection has been ripped from me as for Grendel is no match for me, my bare hands are all I will use. Fighting is my strength and I foresee me as dangerous Grendel. Proving my strength and courage I will fight unarmed, therefore death will come to me or Grendel at this Battle. Although, Grendel is vigorously strong, whereas I know sword play, I was unarmed, but confident with myself. Waiting in the darkness for the enemy to arrive. Preying on the innocent, feeding on flesh, would come to an end tonight, eager and enthusiastically waiting for the demon to make a move. The waiting is over blows from the ruthless began, he started manipulating a Geat on a bench. The claws approach

The epic of Beowulf recounts the heroic deeds of a great Geatish warrior who posses immense strength and courage. He is proficient in battle and is able to defeat foes and obstacles that no other can. In comparison, Sir Lancelot, a knight of King Arthur’s round table, is also shown as a conqueror of the impossible. In many versions of his legend he is known as the greatest knight in the world and a favorite of Arthur’s, until his betrayal. While both men share similar strengths and weaknesses it is what they fight against that sets them apart.

During the funeral I realized that the reason why I wasnt there was because if I did go to it I would cry and show my weakness. I am walking through the garden and I heard footsteps, So I hid in a bush and couldn’t make out who they were because it is dark. I grab my sword from its sheath and attack the intruder, It is Roden. He attacked me and cut my stomach, but I fought back. As soon as he had me pinned down he said that I have one week to surrender to the pirates or they would attack Cathia. Roden left once he heard my soldiers running to help me. After the funeral, I went to talk to Mot, he was with King Vargan the King of Avenia. They helped me get bandaged and Mot said something about a steward taking my role as king until I was older,

Always be my hero. We stuck together through thick and thin. Even when things got tough I would never leave him in harm's way. Towards the beginning of the battle the remainder of the warriors felt threatened and intimidated by the fire breathing dragon. Even after being abandoned he still continued his journey. He used every fiber in his being to defeat this beast. During the fight Beowulf's weapon was detached from him. Thus, leaving him with no weapon of defense. He had resulted in swinging from the dragon to puncture his heart. The dragon was able to puncture his neck with a poison killing him. He once again succeeded killing the dragon by ripping his heat out of his chest. He was able to die happy knowing he did it in the honor of his

As I was walking to the door to check out what was happening Beowulf flies into my house and attacks me. I however was a 65 year old lady who could not fight as well as the strong, young Beowulf could. After a long hard battle I ended up dead on the floor while Beowulf celebrated his yet another “victory” over my body. Beowulf not only killed me, but he made me watch my own son’s death, the ultimate pain as a loving

Grendel came, he hoping to kill anyone he trap on this trip to high Herot. In next morning, Grendel snatched at the first Geat he came to, ripped him apart, cut his body apart and drank the blood from his veins. Grendel walked down to another body, he saw Beowulf with his claws. Beowulf’s strong claws scare Grendel. On Grendel’s mind was to run away from Beowulf. Went back to his marsh and hide at there, but this herot is different than the hall that he had emptied. This made Grendel even more afraid. Herot started shaking, the hall rang, the roof boards were moving, this shock Danes. The battle with Grendel begin, swords were ready. They could kill Grendel from different ways, but their points was hard to harm him. After days, the battle was over. Beowulf had been granted new glory. Grendel escaped this time, but he was hide back to his den. At the bottom of the marsh, he only can wait for the end of his life. After bloody battle, Danes laughed with delightful. Beowulf had clean out of Herot for Danes. For the victory from Beowulf, Dnes hanging high from the rafters where Beowulf had hung it, was the monster’s arm, claw and shoulder and

Apparently, he heard of my attack on Hrothgar’s men and wants to prove a point. I believe his name was Beowulf. I have never had a difficult time in a altercation with someone. I’ll give it to him, he was very brave to stand up to a monster my size. He was little and scrawny looking. At the time, I felt as though this was some sort of joke. I kept mumbling to myself, “Are you serious? A human versus a monster? Come on now, who do you think is gonna win this battle, despite the tribe to human ratio?” Beowulf was covered with armor and weapons. I reached for Beowulf but he grabbed my arm with a grip stronger than any I have ever felt before. At that point I became terrified, but they always hold it was too strong for me to escape. I remember feeling Herot shake with the force of our fight. I saw his men grab their weapons in the corner of my eye and then I suddenly realized that they don’t know about the spell that protects me from all swords. Beowulf had to use his bare hands to harm me. As time went on, I kept getting more and more vulnerable. Beowulf ripped off my arm and shoulder from it’s socket, and thats when I knew then and there that I was officially mortally wounded. As I lie here now, watching Beowulf mount my arm as a trophy on the wall of Herot, I ask myself if it was worth fighting and killing to begin

Seething with anger, I yank the doors of their hinges and rush in only to find several sleeping soldiers, this was going to be a feast no one would forget. I laughed a daunting laugh. I could eat them all just before daybreak, then I would be safe to leave. I would no longer fear the threat of a kingdom that wants me gone. Overcome in anger and gluttony I failed to notice the one soldier bracing for an ambush. Suddenly I was struck from behind. As I roared more and more soldiers began to wake up and take notice of my presence. The one who struck me began to yell commands at the surrounding soldiers, who then began to attack me. Was this Beowulf? I had no time to respond as I was ruthlessly stabbed and attacked. As my anger grew more and more so did the adrenaline in my system. I grabbed one of the small soldiers and ate him whole, hoping this would fend off his fellow comrades in fear.

In the story, Grendel had decided to attack the village when all the knights were feasting. All men were trying to fight Grendel but ended up dying, So Beowulf was the only one standing . He had built the courage to take off all his armor and fight Grendel with just his bare hands and his mind. When Beowulf started to attack Grendel the monster knew he had no chance to defeat this mighty warrior, so the only thing to do was run. Beowulf trapped Grendel arm with the chandelier and cut off the enemy arm. This experience had reminded me that Beowulf and I have built the courage to defeat any person in our way. For example my aunt’s boyfriend had threatened my cousin bout killing her cause she wouldn’t do nothing around the house. So I had walked into the situation and had the courage to beat up a 47 year old man which he deserved. During this fight

Standing in front of this delicate body I dig in eager to taste his delicious, fresh frivolous, warm blood. Tearing him apart in enormous morsels starting with his arm, I feel his broken bones in my heartless hands of joy. My face and neck drenched in his mortal blood leaving a puddle of what's left beneath my feet. But wait! A hand followed by a strong grip has clenched me. This is a hoax! His fierce fiery eyes are gleaming straight into mine; burning holes in my insides that has made me question my abilities. This feeder of the eagles has now stood up standing near me, I have never felt such a grip as vigorous as his. I let out a scream while his fang like fingernails send a piercing almost paralyzing pain up my arm. A flash before my eyes and suddenly he is a light merrymaking monster whose appearance is an immortal and dangerous one. A thought lingers in my head of my mother telling me to be careful before I left, what would she think of me being in this