𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 | 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Call of Silence - Ymir x Historia

The following takes place before Ymir is eaten by Porco, transferring the Jaw Titan powers onto him.

She sat there in chains, with nothing but a solemn face and raggedy clothes. The scene of the ground was becoming boring to look at, but there was nothing else to distract herself from the people who stood below her. Their white shirts were bland,  but blinding. Their stares were nothing but pure malice, because they were looking at a savage animal. One that could not be contained.

She knew that was what she was, a savage animal. That's what the Titans were.

How could she have gotten to this position? Ymir wanted to scream out and cry, thrashing around like she used to in her past life. When they labeled her just as they did now, as a monster. But doing so would do nothing to break the heavy chains that she had burdened herself with. When Ymir turned herself in and offered herself up, she knew what she was getting herself in to. IT was nothing that could be avoided.

When you've lost all hope for yourself, perhaps that's how it went. Maybe this was her saying goodbye to the things that she had lost, in a way that seemed less painful than fighting. She had fought for so long. So, incredibly long.

The name Ymir. She had thought about it for quite awhile. There was no denying that the name itself was a heavy burden to bear, especially with knowing the truth. The Founder was seen to be a hero by some people, a slave of the King who then made herself a weapon for generations. But being an Eldian like her, it was no heroic name to bear. As the second Ymir sat in chains she thought about her fate, if somehow she was supposed to change the world like the first Ymir did, whether through malicious intentions or not. But she was sure that her life hadn't amounted to nothing.

Ymir scolded herself. Her hadn't amounted to nothing, had it? She had to think for a moment about everything that had happened to her in her lifetimes. In a few seconds she would be dead-- and those memories would be passed on to someone else. It wasn't as if Porco was evil. But even so, Eldians had to make their places in the world. If that meant with Marley, then so be it.

Count your minutes, Ymir told herself. They were approaching closer to her. Count the seconds that pass by ever so slowly, and count the memories too.

One. Who was she?

That was an easy question for most. She wanted to scoff at the simplicity of it. Her name was Ymir, but were did she stand? What were her ambitions, other than being at the service of others like a dog? Other than being a marionette?

Two, she counted. Another second passed. What was she?

The memories were sliding out of her reach, her bonded wrists not being able to grasp them.

She was Titan, the Jaw to be exact. A monster who belonged on the island, but got the luxury to stay in a sophisticated hell. A woman who wore an armband to segregate herself from the pure blooded maniacs who complicated ideals that were hard to place. She was someone with fixed opinions, but could chase a bird and not realize the consequences. She was a mere mortal who would die at the drop of a hat.

Three. They were closer. What happened to her?

A freedom was so expensive and fragile. The chance of independence was slim, when compared to all of those that controled her. She would say that no one told her what to do. No one could match the severe need of her to be alone, no one could follow her. But there were weaknesses that she couldn't remember there was a name, yes. There was a name of weakness. What happened to her memory?

She closed her eyes for a vision. Some piece of knowledge that could help her hold on. Something to give her life.

A girl.

Blonde hair that shaped her face, iced eyes that melted into pools of blue. A smile, too happy for the hell that she belonged in. A smile that was supposed to never exist because she was a devil— a descendant of someone who tortured and hurt and made the world what it was. But the girl held out her hand and looked at Ymir with a face that could be matched by no other. A true beauty that couldn't be contained

She also chased after birds. But she chased after her ideals as well. Building up courage to fight against tyranny and to love those that didn't have the power yet to fight themselves. Letting those who were lost find their way out of inexplainable sadness, to a euphoric heaven that was too impossible to exist.

But she was there, the girl was. She was so clear, so very there.

Time seemed to stop for a moment as her image flickered into focus. Her hair was down and she looked older now, like her years had shaped her into an unbreakable woman. Her chest was full and her dress was neat, but the eye bags under her crystal gems were dark from sleepless nights alone. She looked still happy and her hand became outstretched, like she was beckoning Ymir to come to her, to hold her.

And Ymir wanted to badly, to hug her so tight. But she realised how different the girl was, from the hidden sadness in her eyes to her swollen belly under her pleats.

The girl mouthed something, but Ymir could not hear her. But she was calling to her, beckoning in the silence that she wanted so badly to part. An impossible mist before death that clouded memories and reality into focus.

Then the thought finally came. A word that was so simple, but had so much meaning. Years of life and years of love that had almost been lost to memory were there, existing as time came to a close and Ymir's eyes shut. Impossible love that still gave her hope, until the breath that would end with someone's words.

A name, that made a tear fall fast from the Titan's eyes.

Historia.

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at this point, i think i just have a thing for sad fanfics :,)
sorry i've been MIA lately! i'll update more frequently :)
-sm