Grendel's Mother Perspective

Man, I really hate Beowulf. Of course, I don't really like most people but I really just want to rip his arm off. He had to be the big hero and get himself involved into my son's life and end it. I have to say, it was quite a shock to me when Grendel came home from one of his outings and was missing an arm. Obviously, I had to find out who did this to my little baby Grendel. I remember when he was first born. He was the sweetest thing I had ever seen. For some reason, the men at Heorot did not think this way, though. They saw my son as an ugly flesh eating monster. Can you believe it? Okay, this was maybe partially true. But he became like that after one of Hogarth's men attacked him. Those mortals always see things in black and white. My son attacked them only in self defense. They were never very nice to Grendel, so he would go on hunts every night to give them a taste of their own medicine. I didn't really care about the killings. I though it was nice he was getting out of the house. And if the men had a problem with my son's visits, why didn't they come and talk to me once during the past 12 years? But let me get back to that fiend that goes by the name Beowulf. He thought it was a good idea to shut my son in a door. I can't even imagine the pain poor Grendel felt at that moment, and it draws tears to my eyes just to think about it. It's for that reason that I will kill him when he seeks my demise. I will avenge my son and end Beowulf's reign of terror.

~Grendel's Mother.