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Beowulf: The Edited Version, By Izaya Orihara (Updated Weekly)


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Welcome to Beowulf: The Edited Version. This was a project I made in order to make my own personal changes to one of the most famous stories in Anglo-Saxon Literature. I made changes including religious references and plot changes. This original story is classified as starting as an oral tradition and therefore it is okay to change it and is NOT classified as a fan-fic. This is the original story with edits made by yours truly, enjoy.
NOTE: I only have the first part. Parts will be attempted to be updated weekly but I can't guarantee. It may be released tomorrow or a week from tomorrow. I can't guarantee.

[font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif][spoiler=I, The Life and Death of Scyld][/font]
[font=georgia,serif] A son and heir, young in his dwelling,
Whom Father-Odin sent to solace the people.
He had marked the misery malice had caused them,
[/font]
[font=georgia,serif] That reaved of their rulers they wretched had erstwhile
Long been afflicted. The King, in requital,
Wielder of Glory, with world-honor blessed him.
Famed was Beowulf, far spread the glory
Of Scyld’s great son in the lands of the Danemen.
[/font]
[font=georgia,serif] The ideal North king lavishes gifts on his vassals.
So the carle that is young, by kindnesses rendered
The friends of his father, with fees in abundance
Must be able to earn that when age approacheth
Eager companions aid him requitingly,
When war assaults him serve him as liegemen:
[/font]
[font=georgia,serif] By praise-worthy actions must honor be got
’Mong all of the races. At the hour that was fated
Scyld dies at the hour appointed by Fate.
Scyld then departed to the All-Wise King's keeping
Warlike to wend him; away then they bare him
To the flood of the current, his fond-loving comrades,[/font]

[font=georgia,serif] As himself he had bidden, while the friend of the Scyldings
Word-sway wielded, and the well-lovèd land-prince
Long did rule them. The ring-stemmèd vessel,
Bark of the atheling, lay there at anchor,
Icy in glimmer and eager for sailing;
By his own request, his body is laid on a vessel and wafted Northward.[/font]

[font=georgia,serif] The belovèd leader laid they down there,
Giver of rings, on the breast of the vessel,
The famed by the mainmast. A many of jewels,
Of fretted embossings, from far-lands brought over,
Was placed near at hand then; and heard I not ever[/font]

[font=georgia,serif] That a folk ever furnished a float more superbly
With weapons of warfare, weeds for the battle,
Bills and burnies; on his bosom sparkled
Many Treasure that with him must travel to his fate,
On the flush of the flood afar on the current.[/font]
[font=georgia,serif] [/font]
[font=georgia,serif] And favors no fewer they furnished him soothly,
Excellent folk-gems, than others had given him
He leaves Daneland on the breast of a bark.
Who when first he was born outward did send him
Lone on the main, the merest of infants:
And a gold-fashioned standard they stretched under Valhalla[/font]

[font=georgia,serif] High o’er his head, let the holm-currents bear him,
Seaward consigned him: sad was their spirit,
Their mood very mournful. Men are not able
No one knows whither the boat drifted.
Soothly to tell us, they in halls who reside,
Heroes under Valahalla, to what haven he hied[/font].[/spoiler]

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