The thunderous breathing echoed through the dark cavern, shaking the red rocked walls surrounding the tall man, who inched through the cave slowly and quietly. One foot in front of the other he walked to keep himself from being sensed by the monster that slept ahead. The breathing soon transformed into heavy snoring, causing the man to pause and glance around the walls to see the loose rocks fall and then be covered by the dust that was stirred from the ceiling. Little squeaks came from below the man as mice rushed to the other side of the path to try and hide from the noise being emitted from the large beast. The man began to move slowly once more, and steadied his breathing as he made his way through the slightly curves of the cavern, pausing seeing the light coming through the rocks. The tall man grasped the hilt of the sword, dangling on the side of his hip and squeezed it tightly, almost trying to reassure himself. He studied the sleeping beast that was causing the loud rumbling in the area surrounding him. The man was the renowned King Beowulf, famous for his battles he had before his crown was bestowed upon his head. He was known for several successful battles between mythological creatures, such as sea monsters and giants. This time he faced a large beast that could fly and possibly control one of the elements. Most stories told of the beasts stealing princesses and waiting for a man with a heart of gold to stop their reign and gain the heart of the princess. This dragon sat resting against a rock, curled up and breathing out smoke from the nostrils. The fangs hang out of the mouth, giving Beowulf an idea of how large the dragon was in proportion to himself. The largest fang probably was as long as Beowulf’s entire arm, meaning this dragon was as large as an entire kingdom. The dragon shifted slightly, causing Beowulf’s grip on his sword to tighten around the hilt and narrow his eye sight. Taking a step out of the shadows of the cave, he entered new shadows, staying close to the wall behind him, inching around it as he kept his eye on the giant beast ahead of him. The dragon was resting in the center of the oval shaped bottom of the canyon, the sides covered with shadows by the overhang of the canyon. The daylight was just overhead, giving the beast the perfect time for a sun bath. It seemed gather content with the sun bath, anyways, it was dreaming immensely and didn’t wake up to any noise at all. Beowulf paused about halfway around the canyon and was directly behind the beast. He looked above and inhaled air, making one last pray to God Almighty to give him the strength to put down this awful creature. Drawing out his mighty sword, Hrunting, he held it out into the sunlight having the brilliant colors bounce off the steel and cover the canyon walls around. “Lead me to victory, my dear friend.” The mighty king whispered to himself as he inched out from his protection of the shade. On the back of his neck and body, he felt the warm rays of light be absorbed into his skin and paused to enjoy this feeling once more, if it were going to be his last. He stepped back as the tail of the dragon suddenly whipped out in his direction and landed lightly on his feet, almost falling, but catching himself with a hand on the ground as his body had tipped forward.
He studied the beast as it shifted slightly, stretching its wing out and then allowing them to stay up and absorb some of the rays of light themselves. Beowulf smirked to himself and then stood up, gently brushing the dust off from his body, he would have the perfect chance to surprise the dragon. He glanced around and found little rock steps up to a ledge leading to the top of the canyon to the right of him. He glanced at the dragon once more and then quickly, and silently, jumped and climbed his way up the steps. The canyon itself wasn’t that high. The dragon itself when it were to sit up on its butt would be a chest and neck length above it. It could hardly fit in the hole it had probably dug itself into this place. Beowulf glanced down from his position on the ledge and then backed up to the back of it and ran forward propelling himself forward towards the back of the dragon, just directly between the wings. He made contact by digging his sword into the space and felt the dragon’s body awaken beneath him. He used his iron grip to hold onto the hilt of the sword, and the dragon suddenly let out a roar of pain and anger, and took off into the sky. Beowulf’s body was sent with into the back of the beast as the pressure of being launched into the air pressed against his body. Groaning, Beowulf pushed himself up with twice as much effort then normal and removed his sword from the flesh of the monster, and raised it above his head to send it back into the dragon. He received the same sound as before and this time the dragon went into a panicked state, trying to remove the sharp pinch in its muscles and back. It began to do spins and violent turns in the air, getting nothing in return as Beowulf didn’t leave his position, even though he was being whipped around harshfully.
The dragon thrashed about and whipped around in the sky before suddenly diving down towards the ground and then failed to pull up in time and crashed into the ground, sending the king flying over his head. He landed harshly on the ground, skidding to a halt as he rolled through the ground and dirt. Groaning, Beowulf pushed himself up from the ground, rubbing his head as he watched the dragon struggle to stand up and shook off its dirt, before growling and searching for Beowulf. Scrambling to his feet, Beowulf searched for his beloved weapon and grabbed it before ducking behind a stone in the dirt as the dragon’s fiery breath burst around it. Sweat began to drip down Beowulf’s temples and he swallowed, trying to remain calm and his objective on his mind only. The hot flames stopped climbing around the rock and Beowulf jumped from his position in a hurry as he heard the flapping of the dragon’s wings. As its feet left the ground, Beowulf grabbed onto the front hand of the dragon and was dragged into the sky once more. Beowulf prayed once more to not let his grip fail him at this moment, and allow him to defeat this creature. He began to crawl up the leg of dragon and froze hearing the roar of the dragon as it realized the annoying human being was on its very body. Beowulf had quickly tucked his sword away and drew out a dagger instead and beat off the dragon’s mouth as it came to snatch him away from his position. He drew blood and angered the beast even more as it screeched in a high pitch and then grabbed Beowulf by his armor and held him in his teeth as he swung back and forth, probably in hopes to kill its new meal. When it stopped, however, this wasn’t what the dragon was approached with. Beowulf, now full of rage, ripped the back of his armor off and now crawled up the dragon’s nose and sat on the bridge of the nose staring into the beast’s eyes. They glimmered multiple colors, such as purple, blue and gold, and suddenly Beowulf raised the dagger above his head and slammed it down into the left eye of the dragon. Screaming in pain, the dragon tossed its head up, sending Beowulf’s body further up into the sky. Glancing down, Beowulf dropped his dagger, and watched it fall towards the earth, quickly. Time seemed to slow as Beowulf floated in the air and hovered as the screams of the dragon son were muffled. His heartbeat now had begun echoing in his ears, and Beowulf heard it increase slightly as he watched the giant beast start to fall backwards. For the first time in his life, Beowulf suddenly feared for his life. Glancing out across the horizon as the wind brushed up his body as he fell slowly, he saw a bright light and felt a warm and comfort. He suddenly felt his heartbeat slow and his body was filled with a new courage. He inhaled air and was snapped back into reality as he fell towards the earth, fast. The dragon’s stomach was now facing him and Beowulf was catching up quickly with that large beast. He drew out his sword and gripped onto its hilt tightly, praying, “Bring this demon down, my beloved.” He whispered then angling the sword straight out before angling himself to dive down after the screaming beast.
The next moments became blurry to the beloved king, but all he could truly remember was flying his sword pierce the skin of the dragon as he fell into it. The scream then echoed in his ears as he dug his sword deeper as he placed himself on the falling beast’s stomach and felt the life drain out of it. He had stabbed the heart, and the dragon’s body went limp. Holding on for his life, Beowulf and the dragon’s body crashed into the canyon they had once been in. A few minutes later, Beowulf had awaken finding himself on the canyon’s floor, glancing upwards, shocked. He had expected the dragon’s body to be there, but found nothing but ash with his sword sticking out of it. The large man got to his feet slowly and groaned in pain, limping towards the pile. He glanced around after putting his weapon away, and frowned. There was no treasure or anything. Why had this dragon suddenly become a problem if it had nothing to protect? Confused, Beowulf rubbed his forehead before pausing hearing a soft whimpering in the distance. Following the noise, he found a secret door leading into the shadowed walls of the canyon. He hit a button and the red colored walls opened themselves. Beowulf stepped into the door expecting to find treasure, but instead found a young woman tied up, bleeding and bruised. Quickly, Beowulf went to her aid and discovered that she was a nobleman’s daughter who had been tricked by the dragon, who had disguised itself as a young man, and was then tortured here in this chamber. The dragon was about to receive his first supplement of treasure from her family to get her out of the dragon’s grasp. But unfortunately, they refused to do so, and ended up dying by the hands of the dragon, so she was left to be his slave for the rest of her life. She was extremely thin and ill looking and willing allowed the king of the Geats to assist her. She immediately showed great interest in him and as she rode with him back to his kingdom, it was agreed she would probably become the queen of the Geats. She was pretty and kind, and would serve well. That is how Beowulf looked at it, however, what the king didn’t realize is that he had just allowed the infamous dragon herself enter his castle to begin her true reign with the king of the Geats himself under her strings of control.