Chains of Destiny | Attack on Titan x OC

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Her breath caught in her throat, and then—

She gasped.

"Ah, I'm so tired of this," Adrasteia muttered as she slowly sat up in front of her family's grave. "She promised. . . this will be the last one."

Adrasteia sat motionless, her back pressed against the cold stone that marked the resting place of her family. 

The wind was still, but it carried a faint smell of smoke that clung to the air like a lingering curse. The kingdom's ruins stretched before her, a stark contrast to the once-proud walls and towers that had stood with unshakable might. 

Her eyes, dull and empty, reflected the devastation around her. The voices of war—distant and fading—no longer seemed to reach her. She had heard them for too long, each scream and cry stitching together a symphony of grief that had worn away any semblance of hope in her heart. 

But here she was, alone, watching the silence settle in around her. The kingdom was gone. Her family was gone. Everything was gone.

Her gaze lifted again, this time catching a sliver of light on the horizon. The sun had dipped low enough to cast a red hue across the sky, but it felt wrong. Too much blood had stained the earth to ever truly allow the sun to shine again. But still, she waited, her posture as still as the stone beneath her.

After a month of long nights of tension, everything went eerily silent. From the top of the hill, Adrasteia watched as the Marleyan ship slowly departed from the docks, disappearing into the horizon.

"Ah, so they really searched the whole kingdom. . ." she muttered to herself as she now returned to her family's grave after hiding from the Marleyan Warriors. "But if they left. . . and those people were in the underground. . . how did my traitor teacher know that there were survivors?"

Her mind churned with questions, but there was no time to waste. The survivors, hidden in the depths of the kingdom, had to be found before it was too late. She couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

Adrasteia turned and began her descent down the hill toward the palace. The sight before her was one of devastation—fires burning in the distance, the air thick with smoke and the stench of death. Every corner of the city was scarred, the streets littered with debris and the remains of those who had perished.

She reached the palace gates, pushing through the destruction, her heart pounded in her chest as she navigated the familiar halls, now eerily silent. Adrasteia quickly made her way to her room.

Inside, she found the chest where her father had hidden the dagger, the one he had entrusted to her with a solemn promise. It was a gift meant for protection.

"The dagger that Father gave me," she whispered, feeling the cold steel in her hand. She had no time for sentiment. The world was burning, and she had to act fast. Without another glance, she tucked the dagger into her belt and hurried back out into the night.

The streets, once filled with the sounds of life, were now hauntingly still. Corpses littered the ground, blood pooling around them like a grotesque memorial to the kingdom's collapse. 

Debris from shattered buildings blocked her path as she moved with purpose, the flickering torch in her hand casting long, wavering shadows against the ruins.

As she walked, her eyes caught sight of something lying motionless in the middle of the street—a titan. Its massive, grotesque form was sprawled across the cobblestones, unmoving. Adrasteia approached it cautiously, kneeling beside the creature. Her fingers hovered over its cold skin, a strange sense of familiarity stirring in her chest.