For as long as I can remember, my dreams have made little sense. Each strange message my subconscious gives to me makes less sense than the last. The saddest part is, I never seem to remember my dreams. Only the emotion remained, the contents never stayed.
Currently, a field sprawled before me. A field devoid of anything but rolling hills, green grass, and vibrant flowers. The day was warm, and a gentle breeze flowed through the meadow.
I wasn't alone either. Three people sat in front of me, wearing light clothing for the warm day. All of them looked to be the same age, about 18.
One boy had shoulder length brown hair and wore a simple short sleeved shirt with dark pants. The girl beside him had a much shorter, jet black haircut that barely poked under a wide brimmed hat, and wore a scarf and sundress that matched the hat. The boy to her right had a styled blonde haircut, with a light jacket and blue pants.
They all spoke and laughed, yet I could not understand a word of what they said. The voices blended together in an echoing sound, but I felt at peace. Life felt better.
"Oi, Y/N, quit napping you old man."
The boy with long hair turned to face me with a wide smile and teasing tone. His face faintly reminded me of one of my current friends, Eren Yeager. But if this was him, that meant the other two were Mikasa and Armin.
"Cmon Y/N, you're the one who wanted to show us this spot!"
The boy who I assumed was Armin simply laid down with his head turned upside down to face me. For Armin, the kids face was pretty sharp. Features were more defined, he clearly wasn't as skinny as always.
I laid down to face the sky. Puffy clouds gently flew above us. Birds danced through the air, riding the breeze.
"I did show you the spot, it's my favorite nap spot. Just relax, take it all in."
Apparently I was older too. My voice reverberated through my mind, it's depth matching my memories of my fathers voice. The tone of voice of a man with responsibility and strength.
Apparently I was older too, but I had no time to think on it further. My vision blurred as the scene shifted around me.
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It was now nighttime. The stars painted a deep purple sky. Like tiny little holes in a blanket. Beside me sat a girl far shorter than me, she simply breathed in and out the fresh air, eyes closed and face expressionless. We were sitting together on a rooftop.
Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, with two uneven streaks of hair hanging down in front. She wore a worn, white parka. She opened her eyes to meet my gaze, her eyes a piercing, ice blue. I didn't recognize her, but she was pretty for sure.
Her name was unknown, as was our relationship. That didn't matter, we were spending time together.
"You know, when you first tried to talk to me, I thought you would be a pain. But you've done alright, showed me otherwise for sure. So, thanks, Y/N. For everything."
Her voice was as cool as her looks, with a demeanor to match. She seemed lonely. Maybe that's why I felt compelled to hang out with her. I don't have much else to go off of.
She then flashed me a faint smile, illuminated by the moon. A warmth spread through my chest, a smile crept its way across my face. This was someone close. This was someone I was called to.
The world around me shifted once again, and the girl smiled and waved as the spinning reached its peak.
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Soar High: An AOT Story
Fiksi PenggemarOne boy born of the North, now in a land he should never have reached. A boy born of a simple family, with strength in their blood. History will change, for he doesn't believe in fate.
