Mist-Covered Mountains - 1st draft by XcubX, literature
Literature
Mist-Covered Mountains - 1st draft
There shall I see the place of my birth
They’ll give me a welcome, the warmest on Earth,
So loving and kind, full of music and mirth
In the sweet-sounding language of Home.
He ro soon shall I see them oh he ro,
See them, I’ll see them he ro,
Soon shall I see them
The mist-covered mountains of Home..
I glance up from my weary feet, checking the distance. Were those great grey silhouettes the mountains I had been yearning to spot for those many months of travelling?
Were they the landmarks of my birth? Feeling my pace quicken in excitement, I blink once, twice, to make sure they were not just another hallucination.
Still there.
The light of the sun was a misty, weak light that shone with the remnants of the previous winter. The air was neither cool nor warm, but a slight cooling breeze made itself apparent, the red and gold-embroidered flags waving gently, the nearby trees rustling. I found Taroq in the weapons tent, polishing his favoured two-handed sword. I made my presence known with a slight cough and he bowed his head in reply. I walked over to him, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder, a small smile on my lips.
I had kept my eye on the fellow Captain as soon as I had met him; I had always felt a flutter in the pit of my stomach whenever my eyes met his. I r