As she stepped upon the stoned path of the castle's extensive gardens, Sinforadae knew. It was time. The clouds came in fast, one upon another upon another, sweeping over her village. Within minutes, the sunny sky of Finnigan's Blue turned dark and shadowed the land below. With her eyes shut tightly, she lifted her face and prayed to the quiet storm.
Hear me, she whispered, come back to me. Come home.
Flashes of lightning answered in response, and the thunderous skies cracked. The winds pushed against her skin, teasing her dress into a violent dance. Villagers peeked out of their windows anxiously, hidden within the safety of their houses. They had not seen this grey world in a long time, and there could only be one reason for it. Has the day arrived already? Was he truly, finally coming?
Sinfora felt the stones below her quiver with every strike of light, but she wouldn't have moved for all the world. Her blue eyes stared piercingly into the distant woods, searching for his head through the trees. Searching for his body that would inevitably come trudging down the path in his familiar pace. It was that close. The moment had come at last.
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