Turning Page || Levi Ackerman

1: Cookies on 25th of December

DEC 844    

Leaves crunch below the soles of Levi's boots as he walks through the narrow trail. His horse trots behind him. And the candle lamp in his other hand glows dimly, but enough for him to see the dark tree trunks that loom around him.

An owl hoots as it flies and the sight of the big bright moon catches Levi's eyes.

A breeze brushes past and blows his hair as he ambles ahead, desperately chasing the peace that he has been ridden of ever since he joined the scouts.

Life on the surface is full of surprises... like finding solids in your fart. How amazing!

His room is filthy, and he's tired of sharing it with 5 other soldiers, who are obnoxiously loud and messy.

And he's tired of the mocks people throw his way. And how their eyes follow him everywhere he goes, as if he's going to commit another crime any moment.

It's not like he isn't used to being treated like a piece of shit. This has been constant even before his plans to kill Erwin were revealed. Because of the sheer fact that he is a lowly thug from the underground.

But it has gotten even worse now.

Prying eyes follow him everywhere, and taunts await him at every step he takes.

He is used to this. All his life he has had eyes on him. Watching him and tracking his every action. But in the underground, he could beat up any man that ever pissed him off. Here it's different.

Life in the army is full of discipline, bound with rules and restrictions, and Levi isn't used to taking orders. Even now as he strolls through the forest that surrounds the headquarters, he's breaking the nighttime curfew.

But it's okay, he doesn't give shits about that anymore. He needs a fucking break and he's going to take it.

The occasional tea served in the mess hall tastes like dog shit. The kitchen is only open for higher officials and tch, he'd never imagined that one day he wouldn't even be able to make tea for himself.

The only 2 people who ever speak to him are Erwin with his annoying, weekly counseling sessions, and the four-eyed bitch who wants to run experiments on him.

Miche sometimes does wish him good morning, but he never finds anything good in any of the mornings, so Levi just ignores him.

He hates it, he absolutely hates it. Nothing in his life is the way he wants it to be, and for once he is worried about fitting in and being accepted.

His footsteps halt as he reaches a small clearing in between the forest. Trees border its land. A river flows through and a hefty rock lies on its banks.

Tying the reins of his horse to a tree close by, he walks towards the rock.

Water flows beneath, splashing against the pebbles that stand in its way. The wind whispers in his ear, rustling a few leaves in the wake. The full moon reflects in the river, shining bright and rippling with the breeze. It's the most beautiful place he has ever seen.

Crouching down, he swallows thickly, His hand reaches down towards his trousers. Fingers digging inside his pocket, until they feel two familiar embroidered patches.

The survey corps emblems.

And for a moment Levi can't believe that that's all that's left of his friends. Farlan and Isabel. Years of companionship and trust crumbled in a mere moment, like a gate of sand blown away by a strong gust of wind.