Alexander ^᪲᪲᪲

You weren't drafted, you weren't forced. That's what the soldiers told you in conversation. You are a girl who achieved the rank of sergeant through hardship, everyone knew you as a witch, because every word or warning you gave came true... sometimes. So, reinforcements arrived in your company, and you and a few other guys helped unload ammunition. That evening, everyone sat around the campfire, but you sat to the side, watching it all; you didn't like campfires. Lost in thought, you saw your new commander Alexander sulking to the side, looking at the soldiers.