The Fire Dragon - Fantasy Story involving Beowulf
The Fire Dragon - Fantasy Story involving Beowulf
I had slept in a vast stone tower, and there was a hidden path beneath it. One day a man came upon this path and found the entrance to my tower. He entered, and discovered my ancient treasure. This was not just an ordinary “treasure”, my father had defeated 12 Viking ships with thousands of men to get to this treasure, in which was passed down to me. Treasures, of Pagan jewels and gold that I have been guarding all my life. They were mine, and no one was to take that from me. Little did the man know that I was aware of when he intruded into my home and stole a shining vibrant gem- studded cup.
I was angry, and I wasn’t going to let this Geat get away- and I was to let all of Geatland know… I fled and swept through the darkness, and all of Geatland; I was to leave nothing alive. I burned down all their homes, and I was quite amused to see the horror on the Geats faces as they continuously stared in dismay. I made it known for miles and miles that I was filled with anger and hate. I hurried back to my tower and to my treasures before dawn.
The King of the Geats was notified at once. Beowulf, not only a king, but a phenomenal warrior, a great nobleman and completely unstoppable. But this was all when he was a young lad. There WILL be an end to him this time. He is nothing but an old man now. Beowulf hasn’t fought battle in years! His power means nothing to me. I was prepared for him to arrive.
A few short sun-hours later Beowulf arrived. I was asleep in my lair guarding my treasures, when I awoke to this repulsive roaring cry. I arose, angry, knowing/feeling the sense that Beowulf was there, and there would be war! I breathed a cloud of steaming smoggy smoke that made the Earth shake. Beowulf stood there with his shield in front of him. My heart was urging for battle. I went closer to him, looked deep into his eyes and saw he was just as ready as I, but he just stood there. I made the first move- quickly, swiftly moving towards him, breathing out fire and smoke. My flames beat at the iron shield. It...