But a monster still lived, and meant revenge. She'd brooded on her loss, misery had brewery in her heart, that female horror, Grendel's Mother, living in the murky cold lake assigned her since Cain had killed his only brother, slain his father's son with an angry sword. God drove him off, outlawed him to the dry and barren desert, and branded him with a murder's mark. And he bore a race of fiends accursed like their father;
(Lines 1257 - 1266)For hours he sank through the waves; at last he saw the mud of the bottom. And all at once the greedy she-wolf who'd ruled those waters for half a hundred years discovered him, saw that a creature from above had come to explore the bottom of her wet world.
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Vomiting fire and smoke, the dragon burned down their homes. They watched in horror as the flames rose up: the angry monster meant to leave nothing alive. And the signs of its anger flickered and glowed in the darkness, visible for miles, tokens of its hate and its cruelty, spread like a warning to the Geats who had broken its rest.
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