I'm Eren Yeager

A New Life

Year 830

18 years had passed since the ferocious battle that claimed Jacob's friend's life, leaving him to carry on their legacy alone. With sweat and tears, he built a sturdy wooden sanctuary, a testament to their unbreakable bond. The house stood tall amidst the dense forest, its wooden beams weathered to a warm brown, blending seamlessly into the natural surroundings.

The location was deliberate, chosen for its seclusion and protection from prying eyes. The military police would have a hard time finding him here, and Jacob preferred it that way. He had grown accustomed to the quiet, peaceful life, hunting and foraging to sustain himself. The forest had become his solace, a reminder of the friendship he cherished.

The house itself was a marvel of Jacob's resourcefulness, with a sloping roof and a chimney that puffed out gentle wisps of smoke from the fireplace. The door creaked when opened, revealing a cozy interior with a large hearth, a small kitchen, and a loft for sleeping. The walls were adorned with mementos from his past, reminders of Rowan and their unbreakable bond.

As Jacob stood on the porch, his eyes wandered across the forest, his mind filled with memories of the friend he had lost. He lived for both of them now, honoring Rowan's memory with every breath.

"Let's land a mighty catch today, shall we?" Jacob said, hoisting his homemade fishing rod, crafted from a sturdy tree branch and a durable nylon string. The autumn season had arrived, casting a warm glow over the landscape as the leaves bid farewell to their branches, creating a crunchy carpet underfoot. The air was filled with the sweet, earthy scent of decay, a subtle reminder of nature's cycle.

As Jacob strolled towards the nearby stream, the leaves broke beneath his feet, releasing their earthy fragrance into the air. The gentle rustle of the leaves and the soft chirping of birds created a soothing melody, accompanying him on his quest for a big catch.

The sun cast a warm, golden light upon the forest floor, illuminating the vibrant hues of orange, yellow, and red as the leaves danced in the gentle breeze. Jacob's eyes sparkled with anticipation, his experienced gaze scanning the water for any sign of movement.

As he approached the stream, Jacob's eyes locked onto a slight ripple in the water, a subtle hint of a fish lurking beneath the surface. His heart quickened with excitement, his hands moving with precision as he cast his line into the stream. The nylon string whispered through the air, the hook settling into the water with a gentle splash.

Jacob's eyes fixed intently on the float, his mind attuned to the subtlest movement. The forest around him melted away, leaving only the gentle lapping of the water against the shore and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Time seemed to suspend itself as Jacob waited for a bite, the world narrowing down to the simple, primal thrill of the hunt. And then, in an instant, the float dipped, and Jacob's heart surged with excitement,swiftly lifting the rod, the line tensing with a satisfying tug. "Ah, you beauty!" Jacob exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face as he carefully reeled in the catch.

The fish put up a valiant struggle, but Jacob's skilled hands guided it gently towards the shore. Finally, he scooped up the flapping trout in his hands, admiring its sleek scales and impressive size.

"You'll make a fine dinner, my friend," Jacob said, his eyes shining with appreciation for the simple pleasures in life. He made his way back to his cozy wooden sanctuary, the fish held firmly in his grasp, already savoring the taste of the fresh catch.

As he approached his home, the aroma of wood smoke and earthy undertones enveloped him, welcoming him back to the comfort and security of his solitary life. Jacob smiled, feeling grateful for this peaceful existence, far removed from the turmoil of the world beyond the forest.