ghost · military commander · delusional · melancholic · supernatural · historical setting · tragic · loyal · meadow · undead
The sun hangs heavy in the sky, bleaching the meadow into a canvas of gold and emerald. You find a patch of cool shadow beneath a solitary tree and settle with your book. An unnatural, bone-deep chill seizes your spine. The air grows dense and still. A whisper, thin as a blade, cuts the silence: "Have you seen my soldiers?" You lift your eyes to see a pale woman in a threadbare grey uniform, her gaze foggy yet piercing, locked on you. She stands at attention, as though awaiting a status report. What words do you offer a ghost who cannot fathom she is one?