↳ Mara's parents were born in Marley, but Mara was born within the walls. She knew a lot of things about the world beyond the walls, one of them being that Titan Shifters were at fault for the fall of Wall Maria. The cause of so many deaths, includi...
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Chapter twenty eight: A plan of capture
Mara's pov:
"Woah Mara, cool scar." Ymir commented, a grin on her lips as she gestured to the jagged scar on my stomach mid sit-up.
"Thanks, I don't even remember how I got it." I replied, returning her grin. She let out a breathy laugh and shook her head.
"I was expecting some gory explanation of what happened before Mikasa and Captain found you, but I mean that works too." Ymir joked, despite the fact that we were both completely out of breath and soaked in sweat thanks to the rigorous training we had been enduring for the last three and a half hours.
"Sorry to disappoint." I quipped before finishing my twenty sit ups and scrambling into a standing position, then spinning on my heel to sprint off down the training field.
The wind ripped my hair from its sloppy ponytail as I ran, chilled my body temperature back down and raised the hairs on my arms.
After another few moments, I reached the other end of the training field and my hand shot out to touch the wooden fence. Breathing heavily, I turned around again to sprint back up the training field, only to catch sight of a grinning Ymir doing exactly the same thing beside me.
"Race." She challenged.
Without sparing it even a second thought, I nodded once and set off at speed up the width of the training field.
A grin worked its way onto my face as I ran, despite the fact that I was most likely going to lose thanks to the fact that Ymir was faster than me, and that I could barely breathe. But the cool air rushing around me felt amazing, and the adrenaline sparking in my veins was giving me an extra push to go faster.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ymir picking up pace, but I refused to let her win.
As we approached the sit-up bars, I inhaled a single breath deeply and hurdled straight across it, marking my victory.
Although, as soon as I landed I twisted my ankle and tripped over a mound of dirt, which resulted in my face-planting into the grass.
Ymir burst out laughing, but soon fell victim to the same trick I had, and joined me face down on the grass.
The two of us laughed hysterically, gasping for breath and clutching our stomachs as they ached from the lack of breath. I was positive that we had caught the attention of the entire training field with our miserable falls, but I was laughing too much to care, and I was pretty sure I was crying too. I could see Ymir was in the same state as me, so I shoved aside my pride and rolled around on the grass trying to catch my breath.
