Ymir's Necklace: The Secret You Hold | Levi x Reader

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YOU

The mornings held a quiet so profound, one could almost believe in a world untouched by war. The sound of birds outside your tent signaled the start of another day, and the smell of stew cooking somewhere in the distance reminded you it was Tuesday.

God, I love stew Tuesdays, you mumbled to yourself.

As you slowly gained consciousness, you realized you were not in your bed but on the floor, greeted by a now familiar ache in your back.

Not this again.

The first time it happened, Jelena had found you laying on the ground near the bonfire spot, right at the center of the camp. You could still remember it quite clearly: her face was a mask of horror as she shook you awake, your name a desperate plea on her lips.

The confusion of that night never fully dissipated; you had been sleepwalking through the camp, apparently, your voice lifting in song as you wandered, as if your dreams were escaping into the night air.

And ever since that night, it had become a part of you, this strange nocturnal ritual, leaving you to wake in places you didn't remember lying down in.

Like now, on the cold ground of your tent.

Rising, you pushed streaks of hair from your eyes, the weight of sleep still clinging to your eyelids. You dressed quickly, the Liberio morning air biting at your skin. You took your paintbrushes and paper and stepped out, seeking solace in the routine of your day.

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By the river, the landscape unfolded, serene and indifferent to the turmoil that had swept through your life and the lives of those around you.

Painting there, you found a momentary peace, a reprieve from the whispers of Jeagerists' political schemes and rumors of a resistance faction forming in Marley. And not a single part of you wanted to believe those things.

Liberio was healing, slowly stitching itself back together through the efforts of its people. This community, resilient and tightly knit, faced the threat of those rumors, those whispers of unrest, with a determined grace.

Still, the fear of loss, of suffering, it was a shadow that lingered, an unspoken dread among the beauty of this slow but steady rebirth.

As you allowed yourself to escape your own fearful thoughts, you decided, enough of solitude for now. The river, with its ceaseless flow, offered one last moment of calm before you returned to the world.

And you felt it. That pressure against your chest.

The pendant at your neck, a constant companion, caught the light. Its origin, its purpose, remained a mystery, much like the path your life had taken.

'Where did you come from?' you whispered, though no answer had ever come. This small piece of the past, tied so closely to your heart, remained silent.

As it always did.

Lunchtime called you back, the bells ringing out across the camp, and you gathered your things.

There was a brief pause, a final look at the river, a connection to something timeless and unspoken.

And off you went.