Opening – 1. Feuerroter Pfeill und Bogen (Guren no Yumiya)
The screen showed an image of a stone wall with a woman's face carved into it. Loud music began to play. "Sie siend das Essen, und wir siend die Jäger!"
"Music?" Erwin frowned. "Is this relevant to the episodes?"
Eren furrowed his brow. Something was nagging at the back of his mind.
"Is that Wall Maria?"
"Is this from before the fall?" Connie asked.
There was a loud crash and the wall burst into chunks of stone, kicked through by some great force.
"Never mind."
Reiner hid a cough behind his sandwich and Bertolt made a tiny noise into his tea.
An image of a battlefield appeared on screen, gray tinted with red. Bloodstained swords were stuck into the ground, and soldiers were standing around, heads bowed, blades in hand.
"Hey, is that us?" Eren recognized a
few silhouettes.
"It is," Armin said. "Annie, Reiner, Bertolt, you're there, too!"
"Nice," Annie said, deliberately looking anywhere but at her donut.
Erwin frowned, noticing the way Omni's gaze never left the three (although it was pretty hard to tell where she was looking, with her eyes being the way they were).
"Are they important?" he asked quietly.
Omni glanced at him and shrugged, leaning back in her chair. "You all are, just a little bit."
"Our names won't be remembered if we die like trampled flowers." The camera flashed to focus on the blood-splattered faces of Eren, Armin and Mikasa as they stared down at the ground, faces brooding. "I refuse to be forgotten, written off as less than worthless."
"Hey, Mikasa noticed us!"
"Focus, Connie!"
The camera shook, showing images of Titans storming through towns, faces twisted in sick smiles, blood splattered on the screen.
"Scream and cry, but none will hear you. Plead and beg but none will help you."
Eren inhaled, recognizing the scene in front of them. Armin closed his eyes tightly, and Mikasa touched her scarf, taking a deep breath.
Nobody said anything, leaving the trio to their own thoughts.
The image changed, showing a courtyard with an obelisk in the centre, people lined up, standing at attention.
"You no longer live as cattle. Will you rise and join the battle?" The people all saluted as one, and the camera focused on Eren's face as he glared ahead, Jean, Marco and Connie in the background.
Connie burst out laughing. "Look at Eren's face!"
Jean shook his head with a sigh. "Suicidal rage issues."
"You're not much better yourself, Jean."
"You should probably get a haircut," Petra commented, giggling when Eren flushed.
A row of soldiers stood together, drawing their swords as they ran off the Wall, charging towards a horde of Titans.
"That's from the Battle of Trost," Krista realized with a small gasp.
Armin bit his lip. They probably died, then.
"There are beings that live off fears, and their words are like knives as they play with our lives."
More images flashed on screen: a colorful, sketchy image of the Colossal Titan's face; random words on colorful backgrounds, flashing randomly; a long-haired, smiling Titan, eyes wild.
