Mother Revenge I could smell his scent. I could almost taste him through the muddy water. Beowulf was slowly approaching my den. I couldn’t wait to get my claws on his savage body. I would then crush him like it was a frail sea monster that I snack on during the day. He couldn’t get away with what he did to my son. I wouldn’t let him. He would pay dearly for …showed first 75 words of 611 total…

…showed last 75 words of 611 total…the magic sword. I had the perfect plan to avenge my son’s death. I made the first move and brought him to my den, however, I could not kill him. Then I made a fierce bite his head, but to no avail. Everything was going according to plan until it came to step three of my plan. I failed to keep Beowulf away from the magic sword, which inevitably became the death of me.