As the darkness fades, you find yourself stuck in a new world - one that you know more about than you're willing to admit.
Will you be able to change the tragic fate Paradis is destined to fall victim to?
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Year 839 | Age 4. Trost District, Wall Rose.
As the sound of crackling fire fills your ears, you allow your eyes to glaze over, losing yourself in the web of thoughts. It had been a few years since you woke up in this world, and it didn't take long to confirm your suspicions. You were indeed in the world of Attack On Titan, or something terrifyingly close to it. Born in the year of 835, you were the same age as the three main characters. Though, you weren't born in Shiganshina. Maybe it wasn't that bad. When the wall falls, you certainly didn't want to be there. Sure, Eren and the others would survive, but you? There was no guarantees.
Trost District—If you remembered well, the only important character from there was Jean. But the place was huge, and you doubt you would ever find him amidst so many faces. You weren't even sure if you would recognize him, you only saw him as an animated character in your screen after all, who knows how he would look like in the real world. Maybe you would cross paths with him when you joined the Training Corps. But did you really want to? You are aware of all the tragedy that is to come, and nothing promises you would survive any of that. Perhaps, you would meet your end immediately, ripped apart by a titan's teeth. Was it really worth it?
A weight on your head brought you back to reality. Your mother's hand. "You're always so lost in thought, sweetheart. Sometimes I can't help but worry." Her voice is slow, labored, as if each breath costed her something. You already knew it did. Her unnatural pale skin, the sunken eyes, the way she laid bedridden—she was slipping away. Your father wasn't wrong. Her health was fragile, but nobody expected it to decline so fast.
"I'm sorry." You didn't know why you were apologizing, but the words fell from your lips before you could stop them. In truth, you didn't know how to handle your new parents. It felt wrong to call them mom and dad. They weren't your real parents. So you distanced yourself, keeping the words locked away. You knew it was selfish, they deserved so much better, anyone would be lucky to have them as their parents. But the guilt ate you alive every time you tried. What had happened to your real parents? Were they still out there, safe? Would you ever know? The not knowing - it was agonizing.
"Don't apologize. I'm happy my child is such a thoughtful one." She tried to smile, but the coughing that followed broke the moment. They were trying to shield you from the truth, but you saw right through it. Maybe a normal four-year-old wouldn't, but you weren't one, at least mentally. You recognized the look in her eyes—she was tired. She was dying.
You stayed silent. What could you even say? Should you try to comfort her? How do you offer comfort to someone who was preparing to leave their child behind? The world was cruel, you had always known that. Even before this life, you weren't blind to it. But here? In this world? The cruelty was only beginning.
"(Y/N)..you know your father will always be here for you, right?" Her voice was soft, trying to reassure you. She knew how devastating this would be for a child so young. Could a four-year-old even grasp the concept of grief? Maybe not. But you were far from ordinary.
