I awoke, opening a keen eye to the calm waters I claimed as my territory, the place where I am condemned, shunned from anything holy. What was able to shake me, this fearsome yet pathetic beast, from sleep? It was far too silent, far too lifelessthough I could see beady eyes staring ravenously at my last kill. Something was amiss.
There again the waters stirred. Even in this foul abyss I could sense a bloody cry of pain, of suffering, of fear. I glared at the empty space next to me. Grendel had left once more. Nothing could tame his reckless spirit, his thirst for human blood and destruction. I had warned him, my son, and it appea