𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋, eren jaeger

― prologue.

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ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SEA, there were enemies.

The salted water had become an inherited alliance over time, while the waves were designed to expand hundreds of miles beyond the horizon, rounding into an eternal eclipse of the average human eye. Such a natural wonder though, once sculpted by the beloved Earth and her blistered hands, posed to be the first assumption of a barrier to many ancient races, in the time of carnage, and revolting war. The same with their naïve predecessors, until they divided the continents with an ocean polluted of their rival's scarlet blood, spoiling the aquatic life, below.

Still, the sea remained ever-changing, while the anxious moon continued to pull ripples away from the surface of its temporarily calm sheen, with the aid of an unforeseen gravity. Each inhale of piquant air divided the phenomenon from land, as the particles of crumbled dirt depressed into the foamed puddles, leaving a mere being with nothing more than a mouth contaminated with spiked taste buds, and teeth that crunched with each reluctant bite. No matter the unforgivable cruelty the human race may have leaked into its absorbent shores, the ocean remained forever composed — simply, fulfilling its purpose of existing with each scaled crash to the compressed sand, and attraction of the heightened tide.

The Eldians of the confined world, were a prime example of using the sea to their advantage, and the most notable feature of its defense.

Their race had always faced prejudice, since the moment they were born, and the circuit of violence began. Their transcending blood withheld this very reason, for it held power, a power that gave its ancestors the label of a devil. All the people of Marley, or rather, the world, knew of these devils. How their predecessors retained an ability of pure, vile savagery their victims could never even begin to fathom. The vigor of a god ran through their veins, upon their true calling of the bloodthirsty monsters in which many referred to be their supposed, true form.

This power the Eldian race held, it led many nations down a cataclysmic path of destruction, one that terrorized history in a way like no other, with an inked pen of irreversible blood, tattooing their records for years to come with the biased brutality of their kindred. Cursing their future blood, to atone for the sins many would have long forgotten, only to remember by the stained images drawn by shaken bones. Depictions of death, savagery, and ruthless tales, in which were carefully calculated to make their stomach churn, in the midst of being told every single pronunciation of evil had been their own guilt to endure.

Nevertheless, when the primary target of the world disappeared to an island long forgotten by the world, protected by waves and a transcendent ultimatum, there were very few devils left abandoned by the protection of the sea. Scarce, unfortunate souls — who would of had to carry the burden of thousands, while they thrived in a deserted paradise, flourishing behind a shield of walls, and an ocean tainted of their ancestors blood.

After every single chronicle of the sea, very few still considered it to be painlessly easy, naming the alluring artistry captivated encompassed around those turbulent, discolored waves.

Maisie Grice had liked to believe there was still beauty though, within the merciless cosmos.

In spite of the fact of how her entire life was fabricated around the idea of hatred, and retribution through a path of redressed bloodshed, her very existence happened to contradict the acrimony constricting her race. For, the miracle of her trivial birth proved to be far larger than any cycle of devil linage — as, she was given the name of a symbol, one eminent for its iridescent beauty, while enduring the calamities of a belligerent sea.

The translation of her name fading into the meaning of an insipid pearl, had been the only significance to Maisie's existence, in a world that was prone on reminding her on how much they would have been much better off without her, selfishly taking a portion of their sparse breath. Regardless of what the dialect meant, it was hard to relate someone with vile blood to one of the ocean's sole treasures. A pearl was always going to be the ivory, opaline prism intended to reflect only animated luster off of their coated shell, after all. Never, an object linked to the very source in which soiled the water before them, etching a cerise tattoo upon its refuged mollusk.

Even if, in terms of some abroad language expressed by a foreign tongue, her name mirrored the same meaning of a pearl, an Eldian, such as herself, would have never even began to compare to the scarce beauty roaming beneath their shores. That much, was a lesson one side of its discolored iridescence not many would come to adore, for any shimmering strand of alluring opalescence.

It was only one more crime, to be named after such beauty, that Maisie would have to find reason to atone for. Penance, that she sought to achieve beyond the sea, forced from those who discarded her predecessors to manage their own pitiful blood. All to grasp the dream of a liberating pardon, in order to release them of the taxing burden allied to their very existence.

For, on the other side of the sea, there were enemies — and yet, there was also the captivating call of freedom.

━ hello!!

i decided to add a prologue to this new version, just so i don't have to recap on the whole hatred for eldian stuff in the first chapter bc we all know abt that 😭😭

first chapter will be out soon!! just have to do some editing (:

thank you sm for reading! i hope you all enjoy <3