A/N: This is how I imagined his last journey, Movie-verse...Just a short something that I wrote on a very long and boring day at work.
Some lines are from the movie, some are changed and of course they are not mine.....
Komeekha means come in, be at home in the Mohican language.
Komeekha
Great Spirit, Maker of All Life.
My legs are tired and my hands are hardened with many years of life; life as a warrior, life as a son, life as a father. I have seen and lived through many things. I thank everything that has been given to me and I pray for everyone and everything that I took from life.
A warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow.
I walk a path that my feet know well and they would be able to walk along it even without my eyes. The path is clean for many has walked it already before me. It is silent with the sounds of life everywhere, and it is calm and I know that I do not need to be prepared to defend myself walking here. It goes across the land to the heart of the earth. It leads home. In the distance I already feel the vibration of the earth and the sounds of a great celebration. Everyone is there, waiting.
Welcome him home and let him take his place at the council fire of his people.
I feel that it is near. To the left I see a great stag grazing peacefully. I feel him, he is one of the everything that surrounds us, that is us. He is not affected by my presence, he knows that I will not harm him.
The path is nearing its end. I can already see the village ahead. The fire is big and bright and many people are around it, dancing freely and happily, laughing. The earth is dancing with the joy of the people, they know that their waiting is almost over. As I walk closer I find someone, his smiling face is standing out from the others, at least for me.
He is Uncas, my son.
His face is glowing with happiness and he is dancing with a blonde, frail looking girl. She is not of these people, I know it, but she is one of the children, too and so these people welcome her here. It is good because I know what love exists between her and my son. I saw them in the beginning, they were two worlds so different that many would not have guessed that they were of the same making. Then they grew and through many hardships the differences disappeared so that everyone could see that they were in fact the same – children of the earth with blood and flesh and spirit. And so they are welcomed here together.
I am almost there when they see me though they already knew of my arrival. The celebration is not for me – they are always celebrating, they have no reason not to do. And now I am finally here. I can join them, something I have been waiting for some time now.
I see the smiling faces, friends and family; my brothers and sisters, my ancestors. And my son. Their waiting is over, now everyone is here.
And finally, I am home.
They do not have to be patient anymore, for we are all here – even I, Chingachgook – Last of the Mohicans.
End