Amnesia (Eren x reader)

War

Year 854

The sound of bombs dropping, mixed with the scream of your comrades, nearly deafens you. The scent of gunpowder lingers in the air. Ash and dust rise in the air, making it impossible for anyone to see. You were winning, but only ever so slightly. A blow like this could be the determining factor of who would win not just this battle, but who would win the war.

"Please." You whisper to yourself, crossing your fingers.

The dust settles and you gasp. No one. There was no one. There were no survivors. There weren't even any corpses. They had all been completely annihilated. There would be nothing to bring back to their families. Not a corpse, not a badge, not even a stupid grey armband.

Unconsciously, you bring your right hand up to the band around your left arm. Yours wasn't like theirs had been. Yours was bright red. The sign of a warrior.

"They devoted their hearts." You say quietly, before allowing yourself to move past their loss, and start to form a plan.

A small voice beside you breaks you from your thoughts. "Why do you always say that?"

You look over and smile at the girl the voice belonged to. She had short brown hair tied up into a messily done ponytail. You bring your hand up to her hair and ruffle it, messing up her ponytail even more.

"I don't really know, Gabi. It's just something I've always done. I guess it's a little mantra of respect for the people who lost their lives fighting with us."

The girl lightly slaps your hand away, making you giggle. Her eyes harden slightly. "They shouldn't need respect. They did a job that was required of them."

Your face falls a bit. She never understood. "That doesn't mean that we shouldn't honor the dead."

In return, her eyes soften a bit, before looking back down. She was trying. You knew that. She just wanted to bring pride to her family and prove that her people weren't as bad as everyone made them out to be. You shift your eyes downwards to see what she was looking at.

"What ya working on, there?" You ask her as you roll up unused bandages. She looks up at you and grins widely.

"Only the one thing that's gonna save our asses!" You laugh at her response and watch as she ties several hand grenades together. "With this, we won't need to risk more people's lives."

See. She was understanding it!

"With this, I'll blow up the railway and let everyone see how much better I am than them!"

Or... Maybe she wasn't.

"Slow your roll, Shorty. There are still other candidates. Speaking of, how are things going on the other side?" You ask her. You stayed on the right side, but Gabi and the rest of the warrior candidates were stationed on the left.

Gabi frowns at the nickname but answers, nonetheless. "It's rough, but I think I can help."

You smile at her. She may be cocky, but it's deserved. She is ahead of the rest of the lot. Both in grades and fighting capabilities. She is sure to inherit the armored titan, at this point.

"What about Falco?" You ask. Though you adored all of the warrior candidates, there was always this one that you were particularly fond of. Falco Grice.

"He went out to the field."

You drop the bandages you were holding. They softly hit the floor and unroll themselves.

"Magath said he wasn't going out today. He's not ready!" You break out into a run and quickly make your way over to the right side. You push past soldiers, ignoring the wounded who you usually would have stopped to help. You see two children up ahead. A girl with silver hair and a bespeckled boy with dark hair.