The Mountains.

For years she'd wondered.
What's on the other side of those mountains?
For years she'd hidden,
Watching others venture into the mountains and never return the same.

For years she'd heard
The whispers from the Man of the Mountains,
The Man who'd created every path
And promised to hold her hand if ever she traveled them.

No matter what you decide to do,
I will be with you, he whispered.
Those paths are full of stories
Waiting to be written
But not yet.

Not yet, she reminded herself,
And if she told her heart the truth,
She was glad.
For she wasn't yet ready.

Then.

One day.

It's time, came the whisper.

A shiver ran down her spine
As she gazed upon those mountains,
Wondering what they held;
What it was that would change her forever.

But she listened.
The promised hand held hers
And she gripped it tightly,
Never daring to let go.

Twists
And turns.
 
The path broke off to a different destination
At every corner,
But the Man of the Mountains led her on,
Saving the most beautiful place
For the end of the hardest journey.

Then.

One day.

You're here, came the whisper,
And she found herself standing atop a hill,
Looking down upon the beauty
Of a magnificent Valley.