Hunter/ Stephanie

A Hero Comes Home- Idina Menzel

I sit on the ships banister as we pull into port. I've been on a trip with the rest of my clan in England for a year. My torso is covered with a wolf skin tunic and my lower body is covered by leather trousers. My sword rests at my side and my shield is on my lap.

Out of the mist of history he'll come again
Sailing on ships across the sea to a wounded nation
Signs of a savior and fire on the water
It's what we prayed for, one of our own

As we dock, I can smell the wood burning in the fireplaces in the homes and I can see my comrades running to their wives. I slowly walk to my home and make sure not to let her hear me. My wife is standing at the brick over. Her brown hair is pulled into a tight bun at the back of my head and her green dress is dirtied with soot.

Just wait though wide he may roam
Always a hero comes home
He goes where no one has gone
But always a hero comes home

I place my hands on her hips and lean into whisper into her ear, "I love you m'lady."

She swiftly turns around and I am shocked. In her arms she holds a small child. "My love you have returned!" she smiles wide, rocking the child in her arms.

Deep in the heart of darkness sparks a dream of light
Surrounded by hopelessness he finds the will to fight
There's no surrender, always remember
It doesn't end here, we're not alone

"Is that our child?" I ask. It looks so precious. Two ice blue eyes are set in a chubby face and she has Stephanie's complexion and hair color.

She smiles, "Aye. She is but three months old."

I take the child into my arms, "And her name?"

"Aurora." Stephanie nods as I sit on the rocking chair in front of the roaring fire. I feel different. It's a feeling that I usually only get in battle. Strength…genuine powe. It's a mix of intense happiness and love.

Just wait though wide he may roam
Always a hero comes home
He goes where no one has gone
But always a hero comes home

"The dawn," a smile crosses my lips, "how appropriate."

"She's everything that represents us and our love. I love you," she smiles. She sits at my side, smiling.

"That she does."

And he will come back on a crimson tide
Dead or alive
And even though we know the bridge has burned
He will return... He will return!

It is silent for a while before Stephanie asks, "So my love, how was pillaging?"
I sigh, "I never enjoy pillaging. Ever."

"But you're a Viking warrior. Proud and strong, destructive and yet when you are around your family you are loving and soft."

Just wait though wide he may roam
Always a hero comes home
He knows of places unknown
But always a hero comes home

I nod as I hand my daughter back to Stephanie. "Aye. But for now, I would like to rest. I shall be up in a little bit."

Stephanie kisses my cheek and smiles, "Good night my love. May the gods grant you a terrorless sleep."

Someday he may carve his stone
The hero comes home

He goes and comes back alone
But always a hero comes home
Just wait though wide he may roam
Always a hero come home!