Jillian - Day 358 (School Assignment turned Blog Post)

Hey hey!

Yes, you read the title of this post correctly, this is a school assignment. Now before you say 'ugh' and interrupt me- BTW I would do that if I were you because I've recently play the Teacher in a play and you can ask any of my fellow Drama Llamas. I will take you DOWN!!! Or stomp on your foot, your choice ^v^

Onto the post!

~~ Background Info ~~
This story is kind of a spin off of the confusing classic story Beowulf. It's about Grendel the Monster's Mother (who, for some reason, doesn't have a name except "Grendel's Mother")
Long story short, when Beowulf goes into her cave to kill her, his sword breaks and then he finds the one sword that can kill Grendel's Mother. Why does she have the ONE weapon that can kill her in her own home? Well, this is what I think happened...
(And if you read the book you know what's going to happen and why I put some stuff in there)

Worst Demise or Greatest Treasure?

By Jillian

I’ve always had an eye for shiny things. Silver, bronze, gold, crystal. You name it. If it shines in the light I love and want it. I might like shiny things but the sun and daylight are not on that list. I loathe the fiery rays from the sky that burn my skin. I live in a cave see, on the top of a mountain, and I sleep on a comfy pile of golden treasure each night. The only time I go outside is to visit my son, Grendel. He lives at the bottom of the mountain, in a cave, near the Lake of Monsters. Tonight is the full moon, in which, I can stand the rays of the moon light. They actually make me more powerful. Since it being the full moon, I decided to visit Grendel.

 

When I entered his cave he was sleeping. Curled up with a chest of a rubys for a pillow and a golden goblet as a stuffed animal, I did what all sensible mothers do when we decide our babies have been sleeping too long.

“Grendel Wendel, time to get up sonny,” I lulled.

And after pausing for a few seconds, and him not responding, I “gently” shook him and cooed, “GRENDEL IF YOU DON”T GET UP YOU’RE NOT GETTING SUPPER!!!”

Being the dramatic that his is, Grendel jumped up, tripped on a pile of shining iron swords and rolled right out the door.

He stumbled in holding his head, “Really mom? You get come into my cave and scare me half to death  whenever you feel like it?”

“Don’t take everything too seriously Grendy,” I set down my basket of ingredients I was going to use for dinner, “you just looked so peaceful. I had to do something about it.”

Grendel sighed and started straightening things up.

“And besides, I’ve brought your favorite…” I offered.

“Really?” Grendel jumped, getting excited, “Snake guts and mermaid brains?!?”

I nodded.

Grendel began to twirl and jig.

“Would you stop that dancing? You’re going to bring the whole cave down,” I scoffed.

He started to gather wood and build a fire, “I’m not even half as loud as that bar, Heorot, across the way.”

I glanced at him. His eyes were red and puffy, it didn’t help that he continued to rub them. To add to that I noticed that he was hunched over more than usual, exhausted.

“What have you’ve been doing these nights, you look horrible,” I poked.

“I’m a monster mother, of course I look horrible,” Grendel went back to tending the fire.

I started chopped the food into bits, “You know what I mean.”

He hesitated, then sighed, “Every single night those men have been up, partying, drinking, stomping, dancing, yelling, singing- it's more than one can bear.” He squatted and fed the fire. “I haven’t slept for weeks.”

I tossed the chopped bits into the fire “You can’t let this continue...I thought I raised you better.”

“I know, I’ve just been so tired, I haven’t been able to think straight lately.” Grendel plopped down on the ground, which shook the cave, and started prodding the bits with a golden staff. “I think dinner is done mom.”

After eating a nice meal of burnt snake guts and mermaid brain, Grendel sat back and licked his lips. “Thanks for supper.”

I started collecting the stone tablets, which were licked clean, and the golden goblets that had remains of maggot juice in them, “Anything for my Grendy Wendy.”

“You’ve given me an idea of how to stop that horrible all night ball that keeps me from my ugly sleep,” Grendel contemplated.

I grinned, “How so?”

“Well, you said that they need to be taught a lesson, right?”

“No, I didn’t-”

“So, I’ve decided to pay the men a little visit tomorrow night, give them a heads-up about how much I dislike the noise, if you know what I mean,” he smirked.

I had finished gathering up my dinner supplies, “Whatever you say son, have a good night.”

I kissed him on his cheek before walking out of the cave, into the moonlight, and to home.

 

On the way up to my cave I stumbled and fell on something. It had cut a giant gash in my knee. Blood started drizzling down my leg. I pushed aside the brush revealing a gleaming sword. It was so polish it illuminating the ground and trees around me. The cut in my knee was healing from being in the moonlight.

‘This must be the most beautiful sword i have ever seen,’ I thought.

I reached for it but the power radiating from it burnt my fingers. I quickly pulled my hand back to my chest. Even looking at it too long singed my eyes. I apparently could touch it but I wanted to take it. I needed to take it. So, I hastily wrapped the sword with the blanket I used for dinner. I could even feel the power through the blanket so I dropped it in my basket. I hurried home for I could still feel the heat. This sword might be my worse demise, but it is also my greatest treasure.
 

I hope you enjoyed that :)

 

Bye!