Beowulf Fighting with Dragon I was furious. I lay by the cave and was waiting. My armor is blazing in the hot rays of the old sun. Who dares to disturb me? It is him, the great warrior. Beowulf is his name, the victory carved in his destiny. And another little human, Wiglaf, has joined him. Do the great warriors want to match themselves with Me once again? I have heard of Beowulf and his great deeds, though. A man of big honor and courage, he has done many a great thing, and people spread words of praise about the daring man. They say that this human who is no bigger than a claw of my little finger has shown that he is a hero to be told legends about. The bats that dwelled in my cave as the moon rose in the sky told me that this petite thing – this man , as he calls himself – had defeated the great giant Grendel, the plague of Heorot. The terrifying monster was terrorizing the people of the kingdom. Like people said, He slipped through the door and there in silence Snatched up thirty men, smashed them Unknowing in their beds and ran out with their bodies, The blood dripping behind him, back To his lair, delighted with night’s slaughter (Beowulf 27) No one could see the beats without getting petrified, and no one ever escaped from the grip of the villain… except this little human. He defeated the beast, I must admit it, and – and saved the kingdom. However, that could mean that the worthless little man had a stroke of luck. Gods must have been helping him all the way that he has made. Still, there is something else that stings my memory… How could he have escaped the grip of Grendel’s mother? The old witch would not have let him stay alive. Indeed, this power is impressive. But still, it is a miracle to me how he managed to escape. Is this little man more than my green eye meets? However strong he could be, Grendel’s mother was not an enemy that he would defeat easily. However… has the little nothing approached me close enough? Not yet. Well, I still have time – a lot of time. We, feel the time floating, not running as you do, miserable humans. I believe that the warrior did mischief to slay the old monster, but I cannot remember what that secret weapon of his was. The eternal life makes one’s memory weak, and now many events simply slip from my head. Why, of course, this was the magic sword that helped the foolish man to make the oldest beast, the mother of the most terrible creature, to fall silent forever. Those people are always ready to do mischief – they never fight fair. Perhaps, they lack the wisdom that can be attained only through the centuries of self-contemplation and fruitful meditations. They are deprived of the magnificence of the great, and even their fury, the emotion that shows the real depth of the character. These mere mortals are pathetic. There he is, the little man who dreams to become a new hero… People say that he used to be ruling this kingdom. The worthless creature soon will learn the bitter taste of the defeat. Dare approach me, little man, the king with no crown, and I will show you that your reign is over now… I spread my wings and bared my teeth, waiting for the warrior to come. Tremble in the fear, miserable creature, t