Attack On Titan (Beyond the Rose Covered Wall)

Chapter one

"On the other side of the wall, will we be free?"

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The walls have been up for as long as I have been alive. All I knew was that we were safer behind them due to the creatures who pecked away at the living since the beginning of our existence, and probably will continue far into the future. All my life, as a child who lay beyond the walls that held Trost, I believed that there could be a way we could be rid of those things that looked human like us. They are like animals, nothing behind those eyes other than a thirst for humanity. There is no emotion, no thoughts behind those eyes. They don't have to worry about the things that cause pain, suffering, and more that we humans have to deal with. Maybe they are there to remind us how precious life can be. We are just a speck of dust and they have been around for thousands of years. I guess the lesson that can be learned is that if we don't respect life, life won't respect us in return.

My name is Ashlynn, or known as Ash by people who are closest to me. My mother named me Ashlynn after her grandmother. The definition of the name is dream or vision. I don't understand how that represents me, but it's my name and I live with it.

My mother is known as Naomi Smith, or The Man Killer. She was known for killing men who she deemed as "boys."

"Men don't treat women like pigs." She'd say to me, making it clear that I may have to one day follow in her footsteps.

As time passed and I slowly got older, I realized that what she was doing was illegal and could land her in prison. That caused me to stop trying to follow in her footsteps and I told her that I was no longer going to do what she had asked me to do. That didn't turn out so well, since she told me that if I didn't do as I was told, I was going to be punished severely. My mother was usually neglectful towards me and usually abused me mentally, and the fact it would get worse if I didn't listen to her was enough to tell me that I had a choice. Either A, I allowed myself to be bullied into doing illegal activities against my will. Or B, run away.

I started looking for places in Trost that could be safer than my mother's. However, everywhere else I looked was worse than the situation I was in, and I was slowly starting to wonder if I should just give in to my mother's demands.

Then, I heard about the army rounding up young men and women to train for the military, and that it would be for three years. At long last, the idea of getting away from my mother seemed like something I could finally do. However, I wasn't even twelve yet, and they weren't taking in anyone younger than that age range. However, there was nothing against the law saying I couldn't lie about my age.

Days later, I made my way over to where they were rounding up the ones they'd be sending off to training camp, and I soon realized that most of these people were much taller than me. I was only four foot eleven (149.86 CM) and the rest of them were either 5'4 or taller. This was embarrassing, no one was going to believe I was twelve years old!!!!

But somehow, I managed to get in without an issue and we made our way to camp. I did get a few weird stares from the ones who were in the carriage, but I just ignored them.

I was free, and I was not going back to that place I called home.