The fourth maiden of Ymir [UNDER HEAVY REVISIONS/EDITING]

4

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You were currently doing the dishes while eren and mikasa got out to gather some branches. The warmth of the sun hasn't fully come out yet and people were only few on the streets.

Carla patted your head soothingly. You flinched when she touched few strands of your hair and started to brush it in a very genuine manner.

For the very first time. You admire the stars how they acknowledge your wishes at last. And having a mother like eren's was beyond heaven compare to the physical comfort that marley have gave you that required something in return.

"Y/n dear you have a very healthy hair, you should take care of it."

"Hm" you responded with a hum.

The two of you glanced at the door when someone arrived. It ofcourse made a certain sound from the wooden intrance of their middle-sized home. It was eren's father, Grisha. Holding something that you conclude important, he smiled as he saw you smilling privately.

"Carla, can i borrow y/n for a second?" He asked.

"Oh sure!"

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"Y/n, these are your birth certificate and other personal documents that I have arranged personally. Thanks to my connections i have done it fast as possible."he stated as he handed you the paper that you assume your 'birth certificate'.It was filled with fake informations that you immediately question.

"Citizen of wall maria, shiganshina district? Y/n l/n? Who's that?."

It was months since you have that 'conversation' with grisha. Since then, he taught you the flow of this modernized world that now surrounds you. And ofcourse teaching you how to read with the new set of letters was included.

He claimed out effectively the coincidence regarding the fact that you were his close friend's niece and would be staying under their roof for a while. That sends sudden warm-fuzzies to carla.

"I need to change your identity because of some specific reasons." You immedietly understood the statement he made.

"have you eaten yet?" He asked as he offered his fatherly smile.

"I can't thank you enough grisha. Thank you for giving me the family that I want the most even if its temporary."You stated, ignoring his question.

He smiled as he patted your head in a very tender manner. At last, someone had finally understood the conflict that he made. You raised an eyebrow when he opened the book that he was holding and started to calligraphed something on it. That caused you an instance of asking.

But you stopped in the midst when he requested to open your mouth. You frowned your eyebrows and do his request anyway. As a doctor that his neighbors always have looked up to. He checked it with professional care. His eyes gave you an expression that was implying a confusion rather than a question.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"2000 years ago, They say that your tongue was cut off considering the request under your father's name. Then how did it resuscitate on its former condition?"

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You were now alone in the streets, thinking about the conversation you had with grisha earlier. Honestly you didn't even know how did that happen and for some reason, you didn't even noticed it in the first place because of your self being confuse on this streamline location that now enclasps your surroundings. You were busy thinking about things that sure made you flabbergast.