Portafolios

Teutonic Knights in a forest guarded by a Germanic shaman

Edmond Busquets

“She was a mere woman, monstrous and wild, filled with wrath. She lurked in the shadows, where the waters are dark and cold, and the fog clings to the trees like a shroud. Her dwelling was far beneath the surface of the mere, in the depths of a world unknown to men. From there, she rose, a terrible force of nature, vengeful and ancient, seeking retribution for the death of her son, Grendel. She moved like a specter through the cold, damp air, her face hidden by the thick veil of mist, her long fingers grasping for the man who had taken the life of her offspring. The sound of her breath was like the whisper of winds through dead branches, carrying the promise of doom to those who dared to challenge her.”

Beowulf