The Sea Hag was the mother of a feared monster that roamed the land of the Danes. This monster, was named Grendel. The Sea Hag raised Grendel as her mother had raised her. She taught him how to kill and to frighten people.

However, her son Grendel was very depressed, so when he heard the laughter and fun coming from Hrothgar’s Hall, he sought to end it. The Sea Hag was proud of how he scared them, brought fright to them, killed them, how many had tried to defeat him, but all had failed.

But then, then everything changed. The Sea Hag had heard of Beowulf, and how he had come to fight Grendel. She knew her son would be able to kill him as he had everyone else. But then, then Grendel came back, and something was terribly wrong.

The Sea Hag watched as her son Grendel walked into her underground cave bloody and weak. Though, even covered in blood, she could see his pure, black, scaly skin, and glowing red eyes. Grendel collapsed to the rocky floor, and lay still.

The Sea Hag touched his body, his body that was missing an arm. Grendel was dead. With rage, she vowed to avenge her son, her son that had made her so proud with his evil doings.

Why, he had just done what he was taught, and the humans just killed him for it? She would show those humans the feeling of grief, she would kill someone they loved. Then, and only then, would her son be avenged. And nothing in the world would stop the Sea Hag from doing it, for Grendel, her son.

Then, on a night when there was no moon or star out, and the night was almost as dark as herself, the Sea Hag set out across the fields and headed towards Hrothgar’s Hall. All who looked out their window at her passing only saw a small patch of darkness darker than any black, so dark, in fact, that it held emptiness.

When the Sea Hag reached the hall, she opened the heavy wooden doors as easily as a human tosses a piece of paper. She scanned the rows of benches for the one Hrothgar held dear, the human named Aeschere.

Spotting him in a far corner, she reached over and grabbed Aeschere, Hrothgar’s chief advisor, and as he screamed in fear, she ran off into the distance. When she reached a tall hill, she grabbed his head with one hand and his body with another, and pulled them apart, taking the body with her to eat, and discarding the head on the ground.

She ran back to the lake and dove in, swimming down through the murky, dirty, troublesome water. All the animals avoided her. She clutched Aeschere’s body in her hands. When she returned to her cave, she ate the body, throwing the bones into the corner of the cave for later consumption. Still, she did not feel her revenge was good enough. Was it?

The day went on something like that. Then, the next day went something along the lines of the last. The Sea Hag went out into the water and hunted down a walrus. But before she could eat it, she smelt the smell of a human man entering the water.

She waited behind a rock for the man to appear. When he did, she saw that he had brown hair, muscular arms, and piercing eyes. A delicious snack, she thought. She charged him from behind.

Then, she smelt her son Grendel’s blood on the man, faint, but it was there. This man must have been the one who had killed him! She fought with a new burst of energy. She would kill this man, for what he had done.

Why had this man come to kill her, when he had already killed her son? Was he so cruel? She would have left them alone, those humans, since she had gotten even with them. She never would have bothered them if they hadn’t even killed Grendel! Humans were the worst kind of creature’s ever, always seeking blood, always trying to kill, to destroy.

Their struggle moved into the Sea Hag’s undersea cave. The man tried to strike her again and again with the sword he had brought with him, to no effect. He finally abandoned the sword onto the ground.

The man looked at the sword hanging on the wall, and grabbed it. Then, as the Sea Hag launched herself at the man, he rose the sword the was her property, and struck. She felt it go right through her neck, and she collapsed to the ground, and died.

In her last thought, she had wished she never had taken the man Aeschere, but, no. He deserved to die. He may have been innocent, but so had Grendel. The only regret the Sea Hag had, was not being able to kill the man, Beowulf, who had so cruelly and unjustly killed them both, and had no pity for the innocent, which, in truth, were herself and Grendel, and the guilty, him.