The Girl Who Lived Beyond the Veil of Titans : Blossoms of Destiny

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓧𝓛𝓘𝓧

Third person POV 

A few minutes earlier, before everything changed, Historia stood with the syringe in her hand, ready to inject herself. Her eyes widened as a flood of memories and faces filled her mind. She saw Ymir under the snow, from when they had been lost during training. 

She saw Estella smiling at her when they were in the cabin. And she saw her older sister, Frieda, who had scolded her for trying to cross a forbidden fence while Ymir had simply stared as she attempted to help Sasha.

These memories made Historia's arm tremble, and she found herself unable to proceed. Her father, Rod, noticed her hesitation and frowned.

" What's wrong, Historia ? Are you scared ? You just have to inject that serum into your body, that's all". Rod said, his voice stern but tinged with concern.

" Father... My sister... Why didn't she fight ? Not just Frieda. In the hundred years since humanity was first trapped by the Titans, why didn't the Reiss family ever eliminate the Titan threat and free humanity ? 

Despite having the power to control all Titans, I remember sometimes Frieda would act like a completely different person, like she was possessed by something. She'd say we were sinners, and afterwards, she'd get really depressed. 

Like something was constantly troubling her. Was that because she inherited the lost memories of this world ? Did she inherit the First King's ideology too ?". Historia asked, her voice shaking with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

Rod nodded solemnly," That's right. The first King Reiss, the man who created this walled land, wished for a world where humanity was ruled by Titans. The First King believed that was the way to true peace. I don't know why. It's only known to those who see the memories of the world".

As he spoke, Rod grasped Historia's arm. The sudden movement startled her, causing the syringe to prick deeper into her skin, drawing blood.

" I learned that firsthand. My father acted the same way when he inherited the King's ideology. Both my brother and I wanted to free humanity from the Titans. We asked him time and time again. But he did not grant our wish. 

Nor did he ever reveal why. Eventually, the day came when my father had to entrust his role to a son. My younger brother volunteered himself, but he gave me a mission of my own in exchange. He said he wanted me to pray". Rod continued.

Rod's voice grew more intense, filled with a mix of reverence and sorrow," When I saw my brother's eyes after he inherited the power of the Titans, I understood what he meant. My brother had become the sole creator of this world and its ultimate governing force. An all-knowing, all-powerful being. Do you know what that's called ? God. 

Our word for that is God. There is meaning in every catastrophe. Whether humanity is fated to perish or survive, that decision is in God's hands. My mission is to summon God back into this world and offer my prayers to her. I'm sorry for not explaining everything earlier, but what other choice do we have left ?".

Historia stayed silent, absorbing her father's words. She knew there wasn't any other choice. No matter what happened, there was no hope for humanity without the King's power or Eren. But she knew she would be controlled by the First King's ideology, just like her sister and all the heirs before her.

Rod closed his eyes," I'm praying, Historia, that God will guide humanity".

Suddenly, Ymir's words echoed in Historia's mind : live your life with pride. Gritting her teeth, she threw the syringe to the ground, shattering it and spilling the liquid.

" Historia !". Rod shouted in horror, grabbing her by the shoulder.

But to his surprise, Historia grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him to the ground with all her strength. Rod whimpered in pain as he hit the floor.