Personal Narrative Essay On Beowulf

To most of society, a hero is one who is courageous, honest and acquires worthy qualities. There have always been heroes whether they are not here today, a modern day hero or a hero in literature. Those who advocate for the cause they believe in are heroes, they are able to use their own platform for people who are not able to. To most, people who are courageous and inspiring are seen as heroes especially when describing an epic hero. An epic hero are usually people in an epic poem awarded for their achievements and have strong and noble qualities. A hero shows great courage and strength like Beowulf, Michael Brock, from The Street Lawyer, and Michelle Obama who are great inspiring advocates that have gained trust from the people they advocate for.

The last few days I have noticed that the back door and several of windows were opened even though had closed them the night before. Tonight I found bloody trails leading to my son’s, Grendel, bedroom. I was to tired to even think to ask what happened and proceeded going to my own room. That morning I noticed that the blood trails were fresher than then the night before.

I charged forward, pushing my way through the other warriors. I clenched my teeth and growled as hard as I could, trying to send fearless vibes. On the inside I am terrified- why in Helheim would I ever sign up to do this, what if I don’t make it home to my family? Or worse… what if I get captured and tortured?

Here and now is where this shall all begin! High above the rest of my domain in the relative comfort of my little abode in Castle Burgundy. For the first time in what seems like an eternity gone by I shall cast open the monolithic doors of my darkened halls to partake in the first legitimate event since that whole drinking incident a few decades, millennia, bah- I'm sure I'll remember more clearly once this business is concluded, yes! With an excitement and speed that not even the swiftest of demons could conjure I bolt from my fortress gates! Muffling the sounds my adorable furry friends as I focus on one solitary thing, hunting down every last peasant, brigand and mule who stole from me and putting them to the sword, or cross, whatever I

The world was spinning, I’ve been hit, this was the end. Without a thought I pulled the trigger, I saw three of him, but I knew that If I could end it I would. I wanted to be remembered a hero who saved our race, died in the battlefield. As I fell back a smile crept into my face as I heard a loud grunt, I did it , I killed him. I was ready to hit the hard concrete floor as our troops came out of hiding, but I fell into something delicate.

Then there’s a moment you’re standing up against someone three times you size with a voice of ice. You know you can kill him—you’re driven, skilled, fast, and have been training with the best since you could walk—but for a second you think dying would be a blessing. The right to your people would go to another burdened soul and you’d finally be able to get some rest. It wouldn’t be an honorable death, it not heroic or poetic. It’s how a coward would go. Someone who’s scared of their own shadow. You aren’t a coward, you’ve never been. So when you are about to lower your sword and let this gigantic warrior slice you in two you remember what Isola said. Whether she said it solely to keep you going or if she meant it, they need you. The ways of your people are harsh, it has to be. But you are different, you could feel something stir in your chest for the first time

Lines 1214 – 1241 are important to the narrative of Beowulf drawing on such themes as legacy and loyalty. The Oxford English Dictionary defines the torque as ‘A collar, necklace, bracelet, or similar ornament consisting of a twisted narrow band or strip, usually of precious metal, worn especially by the ancient Gauls and Britons.’

Beowulf was an epic written more than twelve hundred years ago. Women characters are presented, and every woman has one-of-a-kind attributes. The women in Beowulf are depicted as hard working people, each of whom has a role within the poem. Throughout the epic, distinctive women do things such as serve mead, give speeches, and take care of the mead-hall. This shows how important women were to this culture.

And finally the day had come to battle the same gladiator that almost killed me. I walked into the arena happy to be back. Then before I knew it we were fighting. He lunged at me and I parried, he was swinging so fast. The he did one huge strike and missed and I got behind him and stabbed him in the back of the leg, and kicked him on the ground, he got up and my muscles were burning,throbbing. I did the disarming move and hit my sword at his hilt and twisted my blade and his sword came out of his hand. And I finished him

Throughout society, people judge a situation by only hearing one side to every situation. This occurs in everyday life; however it also is present throughout British Literature. In this essay, it will show how a personal situation can be misunderstood just as Grendel was miss- understood throughout Beowulf.

It all started on February 17,2017, It was a beautiful day. It was about 75 degrees outside.Everything was setup perfectly. Both families came together including Grendel,

This story begins with me stumbling into my High School senior English course, Senior English B. It was the first class of the day, starting roughly at 8:00 am, I was never too thrilled to be up around this time, even to this day. The day was hot and sunny, as per usual in the sunny vista that is Phoenix, Arizona. At this point and time in my life, I was just waiting for High School to end; moving on to larger avenues was the most important thing on my mind. Every day I had these thoughts in my mind, and today was no different.

As I stood on the battleground and looked nervously into the eyes of the fearless warriors, my stomach began to turn somersaults like a circus performer. I held my shield close to my chest and I could feel my heart beat like it was soon to jump out of my chest. My mouth was as dry as a cotton ball and I began to lose my eyesight and I began to lost balance because I hadn’t eaten for the fear of vomiting in the hot sun. I told myself I was going to be okay despite the emotions running wild in my mind. To calm the crippling terror, I thought of my family and the reason I was taking part in this battle. I tried to clear my mind, although the arrows and axes in the hands of the warriors screamed run. As soon as the battle began, a Holt tribe member came up behind me. I turned quickly and tried to protect my body against the rotund warrior with my shield. After a hand to hand struggle, he struck the back of my head with a great force and my ears began to ring, followed by warm blood running down my neck and continuing to trickle down my spine and being quickly absorbed by my shirt. As the Holt warrior who attacked me began to run away, I took a rock and threw it desperately hoping to hit him in the back of the head and take him down. After I released the pitch, I blacked

I stir from my deep slumber to the sound of the people shrieking and the smell of flame lingering in the air. I hear the clang of the swords and pikes clashing, I quickly rise without any time to dress properly. I exit my tent and was slammed by the cold night air that is typical in the dead of night. I hear the anguish of my people, the powerful Yggdarrian tribe, outside trying to valiantly fend off the invaders. You see we aren't warriors we are simply hunters and gatherers.The fear in their eyes are evident. I cannot bear to see them in pain. But then I see the General head to my family's tent...¨Shit! Mamá. Mamá are you alright!¨ I screech over the sound of the chaos.

I shouted in fury as I began to prepare for the fight. I perfected my sword and shield and tightened my armor as my blood began