Titans Rule, a Levi Ackerman x Fem OC story.

(28) Origins.

~Amelia~

After Kenny left, Rod quickly whispered something to Historia and then departed. Now that the emotional manipulator was gone, it was my chance to try to win Historia over to my side. Easier said than done with a gag in my mouth.

Historia watched Rod leave with a blank expression. Her mind seemed to be elsewhere, likely preoccupied with thoughts of her half-sister. I thrashed about, screaming at the top of my lungs. I was loud enough for Eren to hear. He flinched at my voice, raising his bowed head to look at me. Historia noticed my distress, too, raising a concerned eyebrow. Had she really not seen that I had been here this entire time?

She walked over to me, bending down to my level. After examining my state, her hand reached for my face and removed the gag from my mouth.

"Amelia," Historia breathed out. "Why are you here?"

I tried to explain, but my voice was hoarse from all the shouting. Instead, I erupted into a stream of coughs. Historia's hand found my back, hoisting me to a seating position against one of the crystal pillars nearby.

"I was kidnapped alongside you and Eren," I elucidated, feeling like I was stating the obvious. "But now isn't the time for chit-chat, Historia. I'm sure you're aware of your father's plan for Eren. Please don't go through with it. I'm begging you. I'm sure there is another way that doesn't involve Eren losing his life," I pleaded to her. From the lack of emotion on her face, I could tell that I wasn't getting through.

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this. For humanity's sake." Pain was evident in her voice, her face was turned firmly away from mine.

Then footsteps began to approach. Historia jumped to her feet, rushing to where she had stood before. Her only mistake was that she had left my mouth ungagged.

"At last, there's nobody here but us." Rod joined Historia, blatantly ignoring my presence once again. He looked the same as before, the only difference being a leather bag in his hand. His plan was unfolding right now, and I needed to delay it for as long as possible.

"I think you're forgetting about someone," I called out to Rod in a sarcastic tone.

Rod slowly turned around to face me. Unfortunately, there was no sign of displeasure on his face—only a cool calmness, which was not exactly what I was hoping for. I planned to distract him by getting under his skin.

"Ah, Amelia. I was about to get around to you," Rod said, placing the leather bag on the ground next to Historia and striding over to me. Just as his daughter had, he descended onto his knees to meet my eye level.

"Why am I here?" I demanded.

Rod took in a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine. "It's complicated... but I'll try to explain it to you as best as possible. I've had spies placed within the Scouts for many years now. Until recently, they were simply keeping an eye on my daughter under my orders. I had to make sure she was safe as my last and only heir.

My spies have also been keeping me updated on Eren's situation and on you. They can communicate with Titans and know of the past and the future, but they have no connection to my bloodline or have shifted into a Titan.

You were too intriguing to not keep an eye on. Especially when my spies divulged to me the day you arrived on this island, the same day the tragedy happened. The day that Eren's father massacred my children." A melancholy look beheld his face.

"So, Amelia, I must ask you this. Do you remember when you gained the ability to read the minds of Titans?"

With furrowed eyebrows, I answered him, "It was the morning after I escaped from Annie and her comrades."