Time Travel Second Chance

Chapter 2

As the night casts its veil over the refuge camp, Eren's restless mind churns with thoughts. The encounter with Mikasa and Armin earlier leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, a reminder of the past he's trying to escape. With determination fueling his steps, Eren slips away from the safety of the camp, driven by an urgent need to seek solace in the company of the one person who understands him – Historia.

Under the cloak of darkness, Eren ventures into the dense forest, each step a silent rebellion against the confines of his fate. His heart pounds with anticipation as he nears the designated meeting spot, a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows.

And then, there she is – Historia emerges from the darkness like a beacon of light, her presence a welcome reprieve from the chaos of his thoughts. Without hesitation, they rush into each other's arms, the embrace a silent testament to the bond they share.

Breaking free from the embrace, Eren takes a step back, his gaze fixed upon his queen with unwavering reverence. With a solemnity befitting a knight, he kneels before her, a gesture of loyalty and devotion.

"Your majesty," Eren's voice carries a solemn tone, "your faithful servant has arrived. Please forgive his delayed arrival."

A soft chuckle escapes Historia's lips, a rare moment of levity amidst the weight of their circumstances. She delicately covers her smile with her hand before assuming her regal composure.

"Your tardiness is pardoned, my dear friend," Historia's words are gentle yet authoritative as she extends her hand towards Eren. "Let us make the most of our time together. Devote yourself to your queen, Eren Jaeger."

Eren straightens himself, his eyes gleaming with determination. "We've done it. We've successfully traveled back to the past. It's the year 845 now, and we still have two years before we enlist in the military. Do you notice any changes from your perspective?"

Historia's expression shifts as she recalls the moment of her past. "When Father's man cut me with the knife," she begins, her voice tinged with wonder, "I saw smoke emanating from the wound, and it healed faster than before. Is that how you heal as a Titan?"

A sense of realization dawns upon Eren as he processes her words. "That means you possess the power of a Titan, just like me. Ymir wasn't joking about that," he remarks, his tone a mixture of awe and apprehension. "So, what's our next move? With both the Attack Titan and the Founding Titan at our disposal, we're practically invincible."

Before Eren can formulate a plan, Historia surprises him by pulling him down to the ground, her figure now hovering over his. "Do we really need to plan anything right now?" she whispers, her breath warm against his skin. "I'd much rather spend every moment by your side, my handsome husband."

Eren's laughter fills the air as he leans in to kiss her cheek. "You truly are the most incorrigible woman in all of humanity."

"But I'm still your ally," Historia replies firmly. "Firstly, we need to replicate our previous strategy – staging a coup. However, this time, we must rely on our own soldiers instead of seeking aid from the Survey Corps."

Eren nods in agreement. "Agreed. They won't be capable of executing what needs to be done, especially given the altered course of history and the betrayal we've faced despite our efforts for peace. We won't allow their moral compass to overshadow the darkness within their hearts this time."

Historia's brow furrows in contemplation. "I recall Zeke using wine laced with his spinal fluid on those who oppose our plans. I wonder if I can do the same now that I possess royal blood as a Titan."

Eren's eyes narrow in thought. "I'm uncertain. But speaking of Titans, how about we transform right now?"

With a shared sense of purpose, they dart into the forest. Each biting into their own hand, they summon forth the power within them. Bright flashes of yellow lightning envelop them as they undergo their transformation.