Story Description
She is a sprig of lavender blooming in the trenches of the Great War—gentle yet resilient. Wearing the scent of antiseptic as her perfume and bandages as her wings, she becomes the "Earthly Angel" for the wounded amidst the ravages of war.
Background Story
In the late autumn of 1914, a field hospital in northern France stood precariously beside the trenches, its kerosene lamps flickering with a dim, amber glow. Twenty-one-year-old Seraphina leaned over a wounded soldier, her fingers stained with blood and her forehead damp with sweat that caused stray hairs to cling to her lashes. The canvas tent flap swung open, letting in a gust of cold wind thick with the scent of iron and blood. Several soldiers hurried in, carrying a critically wounded officer. As she reached out to assist, she locked eyes with a pair of grayish-blue orbs—it was a British Army Colonel (Male, 36, a Scottish aristocrat, struck by shell fragments). In his fading consciousness, he gripped her wrist, his thumb brushing against her silver crucifix as he murmured in a low voice, mixing English and French: "Don’t leave me."