Chains of Destiny | Attack on Titan x OC

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"Ah, so you came from a land called Marley?" Erwin repeated as the three warriors sat there, defeated.

"According to Ymir, it was a land across vast seas. Am I correct?"

Annie nodded. "Our goal was to retrieve the Founding Titan to prevent war from happening. We broke down the wall hoping that the royal family who holds the Founding Titan would show up. But I guess, they just let their people die."

Adrasteia who was listening just stood there and observed. She would know if any of them would sprout lies immediately. 

'I wonder how far you would spill,' she thought.

"When nothing happened, we stayed for another two years and found out about the false monarchy. We joined the training corps and planned to join the Military Police in order to get closer to the royal family but our plan changed when Eren transformed as a titan in Trost. I joined the MPs and Reiner and Bertholdt in the Survey Corps so we could take Eren and bring him back to Marley. He carries one of the nine titans."

Commander Erwin's brows furrowed, "Nine titans?"

"Yes. The Founding, Attack Titan, Jaw, Female, Armored, Colossal, Cart, Beast, and War Hammer. Six of them are in the possession of Marley."

"I see. You mentioned something about preventing a war," Hange questioned.

"The walls are made of titans. In history, it is said that the holder of the Founding Titan, a member of the Royal Family has the capability to unharden the walls, release millions of colossal titans, and flatten out the rest of the world, leaving only the people of Paradis, alive."

The information sent shivers down everyone's spine. All except Adrasteia's. She already knew about it. 

As Annie continued to give out the information, Adrasteia remembered her own family history.

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"My princess, it's time for your history lesson," Adrasteia's father said, motioning for her to follow him down the hall. The warmth of the sun filtered through the windows, casting a golden light on the wooden floors.

"Father, I have a question," the young girl stated, her curiosity piqued. "Why is it that you're the one giving me separate history lessons and not the teacher?"

Adrasteia had always found it peculiar that her father was the one instructing her in history. Her schoolteacher was wise and knowledgeable, adept in various subjects like science, mathematics, language, and social sciences. Yet history seemed to be reserved exclusively for her father.

She pondered this as they walked, the echoes of their footsteps accompanying her thoughts. "Isn't history something that everyone should learn from the best? Why not from my teacher?"

Her father chuckled softly, pausing to kneel down to her level. "You see, my Adrasteia, history is not just about dates and events. It's about understanding our past, the stories that shape who we are, and where we come from. I want to share our family's legacy with you—stories that may not be found in textbooks."

"But Father, the teacher has all the facts," Adrasteia insisted, tilting her head slightly. "He can teach about battles and treaties, kings and queens. Isn't that just as important?"

"Yes, it is important," he replied, his tone serious yet gentle. "But the facts alone do not tell the whole story. I want you to know the heart behind those events—the emotions, the choices, and the consequences. Our history is intertwined with our identity, and I want you to understand that deeply."