After reigning on the throne for fifty long and thriving years, another mishap occurred. A thief disturbed a ancient dragon's mound where he lived to guard a great collection of treasure. This dishonest act infuriated the dragon and it had every intention of letting that fact be known. It began to unleash it's fiery rage upon the Geats. Acknowledging the fact that age was no longer on my side, I set out to destroy the dragon.
My cousin, Wiglaf, accompanied me on the treacherous adventure. When we had made it to the cave, the battle began. I was no longer the extraordinary fighter I had been in my younger years. The dragon had the upper hand from the very beginning. Regardless, I fought to the best of my abilty.
