Out From the river out from the sea, here come Grendal as mad as can be. Rumbling and rumbling straight through the woods, awaiting for herot looking for goods. Closer and Closer Herot arrove, some soldier's fate are about to be told. Entering herot as quiet as can be, not even a whisper not even a flea. Searching and searching for someone to eat, here comes a brave soldier right at my feet. The battle begun with a single slapping, I couldn't imagine was as about to happen. He ripped my arm right out the socket, He laughed and put it in his pocket. I ran and ran without hesitation, I was about to arrive on my final destination. I laid to rest on hollowed ground, not even a whisper not even a sound. I hope he thinks this isn't the end, when one story ends another begins.