I was never meant to lead. But the world broke anyway, and someone had to keep walking. They called me commander. Brave. Chosen. But I was just a girl searching for what was taken from me. A family lost in silence, a home buried beneath duty. I thought I understood sacrifice. Until I saw comrades fall with my name still on their lips. The real war was inside us all. This is not a story of glory. It is the memory of a battlefield, still echoing inside my ribs. It is a promise. To the fallen, to the forgotten, and to the version of me who dared to survive. I don