MythicaMag

The azure morning sky stretched out forever behind the vast slopes of Sirion, the only clouds were thin swathes of white-grey around its distant peak. Many miles from the great mountain three men were picking their way along a narrow, uneven track that threaded along a hillside. Few people took this route and that suited the travellers. Each had a large leather satchel, carried by a strap over the shoulder and secured by belt at their waist. Sheathed swords were fastened to their belts. One of them had numerous ornate metal clasps fastened on a second belt that passed over his shoulder, each like an oyster shell in size, bright silver, decor