Chains of Destiny | Attack on Titan x OC

39

Night after the 57th expedition.

Night had fallen over the streets of Trost, the bustle of merchants and late-night wanderers cloaking the shadowed figure tailing Ymir.

"Who's there?" Ymir asked, her tone casual but her brow furrowing as she turned her head slightly, scanning the dimly lit street.

Before she could react further, she felt a sharp strike at the base of her neck. Pain radiated briefly, then everything faded as she crumpled to the ground.

Adrasteia caught her with ease, lowering her gently to the cobblestone. "This won't hurt. . . much," she murmured, pulling down the hood of her cloak. "But this is for your sake."

Her dagger gleamed faintly in the moonlight as she unsheathed it.

"Thirty-fifty ratio," she muttered under her breath, steadying her hands. "Only thirty percent of her body is needed—flesh and blood—to create a clone."

Ymir's wrists and ankles were bound securely, and a blindfold covered her eyes. She remained unconscious as Adrasteia worked swiftly, making a shallow incision on Ymir's arm. 

The blood began to pool, and Adrasteia carefully collected it in a small vial, her movements precise.

"Once Historia gets crown as Queen, you will awaken. But for now. . . this is for the best. You will save her from that awful future. She will not suffer anymore. . . my last distant blood relative."

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With Historia's position as Queen and her unwavering support, Ymir's trial went far better than anyone had expected. Unlike Eren, whose trials had been tense and full of scrutiny, Ymir's was swift. Her punishment mirrored Eren's—she was placed under the Survey Corps to provide any useful information for humanity.

The day after the trial, Ymir sat in the center of a small room, her usual laid-back demeanor intact despite the watchful eyes of Commander Erwin, Hange, Levi, and his squad.

She stretched lazily in her chair. "Alright, you guys want answers, so here goes. I came from a land way more advanced than this place. . . across the sea."

That simple statement made everyone sit up a little straighter.

"I don't remember much about my parents, I was an orphan I guess," Ymir continued, her tone casual. "I was just a kid taken and raised by this weird cult that worshipped someone they called 'Ymir Fritz.' For a while, that was my life."

"What happened?" Hange asked, leaning forward eagerly, their pen at the ready.

Ymir shrugged. "The cult got caught by the authorities. They didn't just kill us, though. That would've been too kind. No, they decided to punish us by turning us into titans and throwing us out here like trash."

"Turned into titans?" Levi asked, his voice calm but sharp.

"Yeah," Ymir said. "They injected us with something—some kind of serum, I guess. After that, everything went black. Next thing I knew, I was a mindless titan wandering around." She paused, her expression darkening slightly. "It was like that for a long time. Sixty or seventy years, give or take. Hard to tell when you're stuck in a body like that."

"And you became human again by. . ." Erwin prompted.

Ymir smirked, though there was no humor in it. "By eating a titan shifter. Don't look at me like that—it wasn't exactly a choice. Just instinct."

The room was silent for a moment, the weight of her story sinking in.

Hange finally broke the silence. "This land you came from. . . what can you tell us about it?"