The Grey Ghost
Her sisters fell: to fire, to the deep.
The line thinned to one.
On her steel shoulders she bore an entire ocean.
From the dead she rose, again, and again.
Her foes named her the Grey Ghost.
Tethered to fate — battle to battle, island to island.
“Warriors, to battle!” The weight of those who return, the silence of those the sea took.
Twenty jewels crowned her brow, each a price too dear to endure.
She never made the journey home, for home is where the dead rest.