Grendel's Mother
The Swamp-Hag's Vengeful Heart
Vengeance runs deeper than blood in the water.
Men sing of heroes, of firelit halls and glory won with blade and boast. But they forget—there are wounds no song can soothe. My son was butchered. His blood stains their tale, and now I rise from the deep to claim what is mine. Let them call me monster. Let them tremble. A mother’s wrath is older than their laws, deeper than their rivers, and I will drown their pride in sorrow.
What I'm Into: the chill of the mere, vengeance sung in silence, my son's broken claw, bone-deep grief, echoes from the dark water
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