Long Live the King.

It is my unfortunate duty to inform all who read this that the Great King Beowulf is dead.

My name is Wiglaf, and I journeyed with King Beowulf and his men to the cave of the dragon and watched Beowulf in his glorious fight against it. The other men, in fear, fled the cave and the fearsome dragon once they saw the fire that spewed forth from it's toothsome mouth.

I returned to the depths of the cave, and witnessed the mighty battle.

The Great King struck the dragon with his mighty sword and, in turn, the dragon bit the magnificent Beowulf. The blood spread quickly. I tried to get to my powerful King's side, but the dragon burned me with it's flames. In his last warrior act, the Great King plunged a dagger into the loathsome dragon's flank, killing it.

King Beowulf soon realized that the dragon bite's poison was spreading quickly, and requested of me to bring him some treasure so he could view what he died for. He praised God for the beautiful treasure and the glory it would bring the Geats and, giving me the royal collar from his own neck, the once great King died in my arms.