After the Storm (Sorta Lams)

Prologue

John Laurens

"I may not live to see our glory. But I will gladly join the fight. And when our children tell out story. They'll tell the story of tonight. Tomorrow there'll be more of us. "

I close my eyes, feeling the grass waving around me. I don't feel the immense pain that had just wracked my body. My hand covered the wound of the bullet. I felt lighter. I was gone.

I opened my eyes again. I stood up. I was in the same field. What the...I look down. I saw my body. I jumped back and accidentally flipped over into a tree. I went through the tree.

"What the heck is going on?!" I yelled. No one heard me. I got up from the ground and started walking. No, I was floating. I was about three feet off the ground. This was weird.

I went over the days events. I got my battalion, and we were fighting, when I was shot by the enemy. My father would probably stop my men from going further. My men would go back to their masters. Then I jolted.

I needed to get back to New York. My friends would be there. Surely they could manage to see me. Surely one of them could...right? I paced, weighing both sides in my mind. I could stay on the battlefield and see if there are any other people from my battalion around here, which would mean I would help them first, or I could go to New York. I chose New York.

a few years later, Phillip Hamilton

I sat on the playground Daddy had gotten me, talking to the ghost of the soldier who had come back here to talk find his wife. He was really nice.

"Who killed you?" I blurted out. It wasn't polite to ask how someone had died, but the man didn't seem to care.

"John Laurens, a friend of your father. He and your father disagreed on my opinions of the president." He seemed peeved. I tilted my head quizzically.

"What did you think of Mr. Washington?" I asked. He sighed.

"Mr. Washington is insane, with terrible planning skills. When I was under his command, he was the worst General I had served under." I frowned.

"Daddy says that Mr. Washington is a great leader, with ingenious plans and amazing governing skills, and he has great advice, though Daddy never tells me what it is. He says he'll tell me when I'm older." The man nodded. "What was your name when you were alive, Sir?" It couldn't hurt to find it out if he was gonna stay for a bit.

"My name is Charles Lee." He smiled and held out his hand. I shook it.

"I'm Phillip Hamilton, though you already knew that." He nodded.

"How can you see me, Master Hamilton?"

"I have been seeing ghosts since birth. Daddy says I'm just imagining these ghosts, and you guys are just invisible friends, but I know you guys are real." He sighed.

"You have no explanation?"

"No, sir." He ruffled my hair.

"You know, you look like the man that shot me. John Laurens. You have the freckled face, the curly hair. You seem a bit paler, though." I frown.

"Daddy has never talked about this John Laurens, and I have never seen him. Is he alive?" Mr. Lee shook his head.

"Shot on the battlefield with his battalion of slaves." He said. "Too bad I couldn't have been the one to end him. I don't like him.  If you see him, tell me." He smiles.

"I will, sir." He got up to leave, ruffling my hair again. Mommy appeared in the doorway, and Mr. Lee left. I ran over to her and told her of the encounter. She sighed.

"Phillip, ghosts don't exist. You were talking to your imagination again."

"But Mr. Lee wasn't a part of my imagination, Mommy!!" I pouted. Daddy walked down the stairs, and when he heard this, I saw his face deepen slightly. He walked over.

"Who was your new friend, Phillip?" His face held more worry than anger, but I knew he knew about Mr. Lee, just like Mr. Lee said.

"Mr. Charles Lee. He saw me on the grass and decided to chat. He was looking for his wife." He frowned.

"How do you know that name?"

"He told me." Mommy and Daddy exchanged a glance. They told me about Charles Lee when he was alive, and my eyes widened. He was mean and nasty when he was alive?! But he was so nice to me just a few minutes earlier!! When I expressed this, Daddy's face darkened with the anger again.

"Don't talk to Mr. Lee again. He isn't a good person, love." He hugged me. I hugged back. I promised I wouldn't, and so Mommy led me to the piano.

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