The proudest moment in my life if most definitly the day of the final battle between me and that traitor Macbeth. Macbeth had killed my king and many innocent people. Not only this he killed my family; my precious family was slain by that monster. He even chose to ruin the great people of Scotland. I could not control my rage, i couldn't hold my emotions together. I had nothing else in me other than the drive to kill Macbeth to save my people. Doing this was probably the hardest trial of my life.
I new that to kill Macbeth I needed a successor. Only the true king had the right to rule. Due to this very fact, I raced to England where Prince Malcolm, heir to the throne was dwelling. There I had to convince the Prince to come with me. He did not want to. No, in fact he told me about all the negative qualities about himself. He was very lustful. This was something that is morally wrong, but for this I could only reply with the fact that Scotland had many woman. It was a bad trait but Scotland needed a better king, and Malcolm was still so far better than Macbeth. Malcolm carried on and talked of his tremendous greed towards money. This was another terrible quality, but still I replied saying that Scotland had many riches; Malcolm would still be better than Macbeth so I had to say this. Finally, he stated, "But I have none. The king-becoming graces,As justice, verity, temperance, stableness,Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude,I have no relish of them but abound In the division of each several crime,Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth." With this I stated that this man is definitly not fit to rule, in fact he was not even fit to live. Then again Malcolm shocked me tremendously. He told me of how he had been testing my loyalty. With this I became overjoyed, even more so as soon as he told me of the armies he had ready. But all of this came crashing down when Ross came. He came with news of my families murder. I was both enraged and filled with grief. Ross and Malcolm tried comforting me, both telling me to use my anger and that feeling remorse and sadness is non masculine. To this I could only say, "I shall do so,But I must also feel it as a man.I cannot but remember such things were That were most precious to me." And then we were of to face Macbeth.
As soon as mine and Malcolm s forces united we started making plans. Malcolm came up with the plan of our soldiers carrying branches to disguise themselves. This went on and it acutally looked as if Birnam woods itself was moving to Dunshine Hill, at least this is what I have been told. So on we marched and met up with allies and friends. The March to many of the men felt as if it took forever. However for me, it was short. I was so filled with rage time did not matter for me.
Finally we reached the castle. Here Young Siward was slain. I finally met Macbeth and we did combat. At first he was winning. However as time progressed he grew tired. With this I knew I was winning. Finally this monster Macbeth began gloating of how none born from woman could kill him. The idiot didn't know I was born from a cesarean. With that he completely gave up and I the Thane of Fife slayed the traitor Macbeth. To over do it a chopped his head of and showed everyone. With a cheer both sides were rejoiced. I knew that this by far was my greatest moment in life.
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