𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 ᝰ 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

eren jaeger doesn't believe in magic

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A/N: so, this is basically just a filler chapter since i'm in a summer school in Dubai right now and don't have a lot of time in my hands to finish a complete chapter with 3,000-4,000 words that I usually publish. But.. the next chapter is going to be an interesting one, so I want you to stay tuned for that! Until then, here is a filler chapter to keep your entertained. 

"There's something weird happening to me."

God, this is so weird for Eren.

Despite never believing in both therapists and fortune tellers, Eren found himself in a dimly lit tent. A curly-haired woman sat opposite him, the only light was provided by an orb pulsating with an eerie purple glow.

"What is it?" She asked, in such a peaceful voice that it honestly surprised Eren. Since, the woman didn't really look like someone who would have such an angelic voice.

"It's like..." Eren started, rolling his eyes and shifting uncomfortably. He felt ridiculous even uttering the words. "Sometimes, the world just... stops. Like it's just me, here, and nothing else exists, you know?" The woman gave a small, knowing nod.

"And then," he continued, his voice dropping to a frustrated mutter, "this damn arm... it crawls up my chest, scrapes across my skin, and then touches my face. When it does, I can't breathe. Like my lungs just slam shut. And the touch itself, it burns like fucking fire."

The woman, her expression turning serious, offered a silent nod and reached for his hand. Eren hesitated for a beat, then met her touch with a mixture of skepticism and a sliver of hope. As she closed her eyes, a gasp escaped his lips.

The purple orb flared, bathing the tent in an intense violet light. The air crackled with a sudden energy, and a gust of icy wind whipped past him, sending shivers down his spine.

Holy shit.

Eren watched, a knot of apprehension tightening in his stomach, as the woman's brow furrowed deeply. Her eyelids fluttered, revealing the rapid movement of her eyes beneath. A low murmur, almost a hiss, escaped her lips.

"What is it?" he rasped, the sudden shift in her demeanor sparking a flicker of fear alongside the sliver of hope.

The woman's eyes snapped open, the vibrant glow of the orb receding like a tide. The cold wind vanished as abruptly as it arrived, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake. She took a shaky breath, her grip on Eren's hand tightening with a newfound urgency. "Tell me," she said, her voice low and serious, "have you been experiencing strange dreams lately?"

Eren's eyes widened. How the fuck did she know? A nervous tremor ran through him as he mumbled, "Y-yeah... I guess." He furrowed his brows, struggling to articulate the bizarre nature of these dreams. "They're... weird. Sometimes everything moves so fast I can't really see anything, but I hear voices..."

Her gaze held his, unwavering. "And what else?" she pressed gently.

Eren hesitated, his voice barely a whisper. "There's... there's a girl. But I can never see her face. It's always blurry."

Eren's jaw clenched. "Listen closely," the woman's voice dropped to a hushed whisper, sending shivers down his spine despite the oppressive heat of the tent. "That hand, the one that crawls up your chest and steals your breath? It belongs to someone you killed in a past life you can't remember."

Eren scoffed, a disbelieving snort escaping his lips. Reincarnation? Past lives? It sounded like the ramblings of a lunatic.

What a load of bullshit.

"Yeah, um. You know what? I need to go.."