Mina's POV
Mikasa stood there for a few minutes before finally collapsing to the ground. It took a lot of patience and drive for me to force my body not to move. After all, this is something that has to happen.
For the sake of the future, this turning point must not be changed.
"This world is cruel and also very beautiful." Mother once told me as we were planting new seeds in the backyard. I didn't understand her words back then, but I can see them right now. "I thought of that line after hearing the news of your father's death back in the Battle for Trost."
I recalled my younger self frowning after hearing my mother's words. "Father died?!"
She chuckled. "We all thought he did, but he survived. Your father is both a fighter and a survivor."
"But even in death, I'll probably still love him. Lame, aren't I?"
I smiled, recalling how I shook my head in response. "I think it's beautiful, mama."
"And I still do," I whisper to myself.
I continued watching from another roof and saw how Mikasa evaded the titan's clutches, slicing its fingers when it came near her. But as fatigue finally caught up to her, the balance she maintained collapsed as the titan's strike had almost hit her.
She rolled away from the pressure of the attack and refused to stand down. She continued to pick herself up as her determined figure to stay alive became even more beautiful in my eyes. I wanted to go down and save her, but just as this day became humanity's turning point, it was also the day when Mikasa remembered something very important.
"The image of him screaming and telling me to fight appeared in my head." Mother smiled as I recall how peaceful her expression was. "I vowed on that day never to give up anymore."
"I hope, my child, that you'll someday experience it as well."
The younger version of myself giggled. "To be cornered by two titans?"
"What- no, that's not it!" I chuckled at that memory as it coincided with what was currently happening. Eren's titan form appeared behind Mikasa, readying himself to strike. "I wish for you not to lose hope."
"And to always move forward, no matter what happens."
Then, in one single move, Eren's titan form managed to kill its target, bewildering me once more.
His attack pushed Mikasa away, and I waited for the right time to scoop her up.
Eren Yeager's first transformation is that of the Attack Titan, one with dark brown hair that only reaches up to his neck and stands as tall as fifteen meters from the ground. His body is well built and endowed, creating an image for its capability compared to other titans. When I first saw it for the first time back in the second world, I was honestly stupefied. Now, however, I can only feel nostalgia above all else.
Upon hearing his roar, I finally decided to move and dove directly into where Mikasa was. She was covering her ears from how loud it echoed, but it didn't aid in distracting me.
"Mikasa!" I called out to her and immediately scooped her body away from the fight. Eren was still stomping the body of the deceased titan by the time I managed to place Mikasa on a safe rooftop.
"Mina..."
"Mikasa!" Then came Armin and Connie. "Are you hurt?!"
"Are you two okay?" Connie added, to which I immediately responded by nodding my head. "Both of you are so reckless! What are you, siblings?!"
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𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒇 | A Yeager Story
FanficShe was murdered in the first world because the devil who granted humanity the Power of the Titans saw her existence as a threat. In the second, she saw her parents being treated cruelly and how, decades after the rumbling, the world had descended i...