As penelope escapes the horrors of her captivity, the vast blue sky above is both a symbol of her freedom and a cruel reminder of the trials awaiting her. In a world ravaged by monstrous titans, her greatest battle isn't just with them-it's within h...
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"Power is given only to him who dares to stoop and take it. one must have the courage to dare." Fyodor Dostoevsky
farmlands of wall maria, 844
The rain has always held a special place in my heart, a comforting balm that envelops me in its gentle embrace. Each drop falls like a whisper from the heavens, cleansing the earth of its grime and sorrow, as if the sky itself mourns for the world's injustices. In those moments, I can almost believe that the weight of despair is being lifted, leaving only purity in its wake. But the rain's greatest flaw is its lack of potency; if only it were acid, it could wash away the Titans, erasing their terror from existence. I imagine a deluge that could sweep them from our world, purging the darkness that looms over us and granting humanity the freedom we so desperately crave.
Grisha had convinced Eren and me to venture out to the farmlands, promising a visit to the Ackerman family, a name we hadn't heard before. At first, I was hesitant; the rain poured down relentlessly, and the looming threat of lightning made me uneasy. But Eren, ever my anchor, reassured me with a warm smile, promising to hold my hand.
"Dad, how much longer? It's cold and wet!" Eren whined, his discomfort evident as he squirmed beneath his soaked jacket.
Grisha pointed ahead, his voice firm yet encouraging. "It's just up ahead, kids! That house right there!"
Noticing Eren's sour mood, I couldn't help but tease him. I gently nudged him with my shoulder, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "Come on, slowpoke! I bet I can beat you there!"
With that, I took off running, my laughter mingling with the sound of raindrops tapping against the earth, daring Eren to catch up.
"As always, I win!" I grinned, poking Eren playfully on the forehead. I couldn't help it; teasing him was just too much fun, and his reactions were priceless.
"It's not true! I always let you win! You hear me?!" Eren shouted, rubbing his forehead with a mock pout as I doubled over in laughter.
Just then, Grisha caught up to us, shaking his head with a bemused smile. "Kids, please, no running and no shouting. I'm too old for this nonsense" he said, pretending to be exasperated, but the warmth in his voice betrayed his amusement.
"Oh, and kids, make sure to be nice to Mikasa" Grisha said as he knocked on the door twice, the sound echoing in the rain-soaked air.
Mikasa? The name didn't ring any bells. Eren seemed just as puzzled.
"Mikasa?" Eren asked, the confusion evident in his tone.
"That's right," Grisha nodded. "She's a girl about your age. There aren't many other children nearby, so I expect you two to get along with her." He shot Eren a pointed look, knowing full well who needed that advice more. Out of the two of us, Eren was the one always coming home with fresh bruises, constantly picking fights.
