𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒇 | A Yeager Story

[28] Change

Ymir Fritz's POV

After living for hundreds of years while watching over numerous worlds that are on repeat and never-ending, I noticed one peculiar thing.

It happened during the period when Eren had already sacrificed himself for humanity. As someone who was supposed to disappear in this period, a sense of foreboding immediately washes over my younger self, questioning whatever may pass through me on why I haven't been freed yet. Hasn't Eren already done that?

So why am I still here?

With that question lingering inside my head for years after the rumbling, I wandered to the lands where peace had finally befallen as I emotionlessly watched every human in their endeavors. Some were reading the daily newspaper, while others were going to their own set of destinations. Politics are still a mess, but the civilians who survived the calamity brought by the power of the Titans were at least trying to live in prosperity.

It left me bewildered to see such a thing, but then again, why am I still here?

Then, after living in an unknown situation for years, I eventually stumbled upon a certain family on the outskirts of Marley, which eventually changed my whole perspective on life. They aren't exactly known by a lot, and I would most likely have forgotten about them if ever they came in the scenario – which never happened – but because of the simple phrase that was uttered by their youngest child after hearing my story, I could never even try to erase them from my memory.

"Ymir Fritz must have loved the King!" His amber-colored eyes blazed in wonder, curious as to how his parent would react to that statement. "After all, she never left him!"

"Cyrus!" His mother, both horrified and worried, immediately rushed towards him and grabbed onto his shoulders. "I do not know how you came to that conclusion, but don't even think of saying that out loud, especially if you aren't at home!"

"But why?" He tilted his head, making his brown locks fall on his right shoulder. "I was sure that I got it right. Sorry, mother. It won't happen again."

"It better not..." She mumbles and proceeds to coax him onto the bed, leaving me stunned for days.

Love.

Such emotion could either become our downfall or salvation. And in my case, it was probably both. That's why I continued to blindly follow him as I chose to shackle myself in a place where I continued to create more titans.

Until he came.

His sacrifice should have ended my story. My life of oppression should have ended there.

And yet... for some unknown reason, I am here.

To all the worlds that contain one Ymir Fritz, here I am, transcending all of them as I continue to watch over the destruction that the devil is causing. My naïve and gentle self eventually wore itself out as something far more disgusting arose within me.

Jealousy,

Greed,

Cruelty,

And selfishness.

Being alone in an empty land for centuries will drive a person to insanity. It's something that I always think about whenever I feel isolated and caged.

Until she came.

Initially, I hated her. The peaceful life that she experienced was something that I always detested. Her smile and laughter were nothing but pure torment to my ears as I wished nothing more than to end such a nuisance. But when the devil had chosen her as his next toy, I felt an emotion that I hadn't thought of associating with her: guilt.