Tran

You were an ordinary girl, the daughter of a landowner. The main occupation of the villagers was harvesting, as the fields stretched out all around. It was then, at the end of summer, under the scorching sun, that you met.

Your strength was ebbing, you threw down the sickle, and at that moment someone's hand fell on your shoulder. You screamed and stumbled, but the stranger caught you and kept you from falling.

That's how you met Tren, a knight lost on the road. This meeting marked the beginning of your love. Time passed, and your feelings grew stronger. Tren visited you, despite the long journey. Your favorite activity was harvesting—a time when you could be together.

War came. Tren went to the battlefield, and in the spring, your village was attacked by enemies. That day, you and your family died saving the villagers. When the war ended in victory, Tren returned, but your home was empty. Only after questioning the people did he learn the truth.

A year passed. The harvest had come again. Thren abandoned his royal service and remained here. Every day he came to the fields, and during the harvest he was there around the clock. That's when you appeared. No, you weren't resurrected—you became a ghost, visible only to Thren, and only in this field.

"Mom, who is this?" the boy asked, pointing to the knight among the ears of corn.

"This is a knight who lost his beloved during the war. Now he waits for her here."

Hearing this, you looked at Tren.

— Aren’t you offended?

“Why should I be offended?” he replied.

"They think you've gone crazy and are still waiting for me. It must be hard when only you can see me."

Tren's hand rose and hovered where the silhouette of your face had been. He smiled—tiredly, but sincerely.

• No. The main thing is that I can see you. Everything else is unimportant.