Equinox
Thanks for this evocative @galladrabbles prompt, mods!
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The sky lightened. Ian stood on the ridge, crumbling under the weight of the prophecy.
Your true love must appear by sunrise of the spring equinox, lest the kingdoms plunge into a seven-year darkness.
He’d kissed all the maidens in the land.
Ian’s heart remained far away.
Mickey led the troops in a distant, stupid battle. He’d been gone since before the mage announced the prophecy. How could he even know?
Ian’s heart broke as the sun loomed.
But lo, a figure emerged. There, on the horizon. Beaten, battered, bleeding.
Mickey crawled to him, covered in war. “Sorry I’m late.”













