Emily stared into the ancient lanterns, silencing her mind.
“Show me,” she whispered. “Show me the ghosts.”
With a sound like thunder, a battlefield formed around her, ghostly pale and flickering with the fire, as if it were a projection. Men, cloaked and covered in the sweat and grime of battle, fought with sword and javelin, holding the pass even as vast armies poured upon them. Bronze flashed and blood splattered over the rock.
Thermopylae, she thought. I’m seeing Thermopylae.
The vision faded and Emily was at the table again.
“They work,” she said. “And this is just the beginning…”
Word Count: 100
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for providing both the challenge and prompt picture!
This is also in celebration of our 300th follower, hence the event Emily sees being Thermopylae, where the legend of 300 Spartans holding a pass comes from. Thanks to each and every one of our followers for making this possible!