" 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲."
- 𝐘/𝐍
You are a member of the Ackerman Clan - an ancient and powerful group of fighters with exceptional physical abilities. But what really sets you apart...
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Eren, Mikasa and Armin are 15 years old.
You are 14 years old.
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The sound of hooves pounding against the ground echoed in the open air as you rode with the other cadets, the wind sweeping through your hair.
You were calm but also a tiny bit nervous.
The streets of Karanes had already faded behind you, replaced by vast, open fields stretching endlessly toward the horizon.
The group pressed forward, flanked by Erwin, Hanji, and Miche at the lead.
You could hear the distant shouts of commands as the soldiers prepared to split into formation, the atmosphere charged with anticipation.
Riding alongside your friends, you felt a bittersweet sense of comfort knowing that you wouldn't be together for long.
Miche suddenly raised his head, sniffing the air, his expression darkening.
"I smell one," he muttered, his voice low.
Hanji's eyes gleamed with excitement, her gaze darting to the left. "Titan on the left! We've got a lot of them heading this way!" she called out, her tone almost too enthusiastic for the situation.
