A girl with no name and no memories stumbles upon Eren, Mikasa, and Armin the day Shiganshina falls. She eagerly joins them, hoping to rediscover her identity.
As they join the scouts, friends are made, rivalries forged, and relationships tested.
Bu...
(Author's Note: This is going to be a long story, with lots of character/relationship building - so yes, slow-burn enemies to lovers... with a lot of twists and turns. I also like to write scenes with music to match, so that's why that YouTube link is there - to set the scene! I'll do this for nearly every chapter, so let me know if you like the musical pairings!)
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My first memory was waking up on a boat.
I sat, knees to chin, my hands covering my ears to muffle the screams, if only for a moment before I realized I didn't know why these people were screaming.
A cold chill ran through me – where was I?
I pulled my hands from my ears, suddenly realizing something wasn't right. Warm, sticky blood stained my hands... not just my palms... but all over my arms, face, and clothes – now smeared across where I held my ears tight.
Shock ran through me as I wiped at it frantically, unable to find the source of so much red.
I tried to remember anything, but the more I tried to recall, the more I realized I knew nothing. In fact, the number of things I knew about my situation right now could be counted off on one hand.
1. I was on a boat.
2. I was covered in blood... and it was steaming off of me...?
3. I was terrified.
The boat churned along steadily, leaving behind what I could only assume was a burning city. The people beside me wailing in anguish were most likely refugees, though what of, I didn't know. And here I was, no one recognizable in sight, going to a destination I knew nothing about.
I began to shake with anxiety over the knowledge I was so sorely lacking, folding in on myself once again – when suddenly, I felt a small hand upon mine.
I jerked back on instinct, my eyes flashing open to meet the gaze of the young boy who knelt next to me. He was my age, a soft sympathetic smile on his face, and long hair more gold than the beams of sunset cast from the skies above. As I observed him, the first thought that popped into my head was - "He's an angel."
My brain seemed to pause on that thought... something about an angel...? A sense of such profound loss filled me, but what for?
His kind voice drew me out of my head, "Hey there. Are you alright?" He looked me up and down, showing such genuine concern, "You're not hurt, are you?"
I opened my mouth to say something, but my dry throat failed me.
It was such a loaded question; I didn't even know where to begin. I patted my limbs gently, finding nothing wrong with them at the moment. My head, however, was pounding
I managed to shake my head wearily, earning a relieved smile from him in response.
"That's good to hear. Do you... uh... have any family on here?" He peered around, hoping to find someone who looked like me.
