The Girl Who Flew (SNK/Attack on Titan/Levi x OC)

The Truth

I could hear the distant caws of crows that echoed endlessly in my mind. I stared emptily and the ship deck, barely being able to note the fact that Eren had his slender arm slung over my shoulders. I could vaguely hear someone muttering about watching a titan gobble up a wall disciple whole. I felt like I was watching everything in third person, like I wasn't actually here. Sobs and squwals of pain and misery seemed to serenade the ship as we floated along. The once secure sense of safety I had before had been ripped away from me, leaving me feeling open and bare to the world.

"This is the end..." It took me a moment to realize those morbid words had left my lips. Mother, my rock, my hero, my protector-my everything...she was gone. There was nothing I could have done for her...she had to sacrifice her life to save mine. If I was older, stronger, smarter....things would be different. But they took her from me! Hot tears of rage spilled down my cheeks rapidly and my breaths came rapidly. I was so furious and heartbroken, when it boils down to it, it was all my fault. I felt Eren began to quake beside me and his warm arm disappeared from around me as he stood up. I gazed after him as he walked forword, tears racing down his tan cheeks.

"Eren...?" Mikasa murmured, confused.

"I'm....I'm going to..." Eren's voice was darker and sent chills racing down my spine.

"What's gotten into you Eren?" Armin demanded, grabbing Eren's shoulder. Eren shrugged him off, Armin giving a startled cry. "Eren!"

"-kill them all!" Eren snarled, his blue eyes I adored were wild with rage. "I'm going to kill every last one of them!"
"Eren..." Armin took the words out of my mouth. I wanted to comfort Eren, to tell him I was here and that everything would be okay...but I couldn't even assure myself of that. Eren, I could see the purpose burning in those icy blue eyes. The purpose to drill on and keep fighting. I desired to find a purpose, but my mothers words rang hollow in my ears. I was alone. I was weak. And I was an orphan.

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I woke up sometime later on the ship as it docked. Eren had the courtesy to to stir me awake, ripping me back into this cruel and harsh reality. "Don't forget your pillow..." He mumbled to me and I glanced down, noticing the lumpy thing is used as my pillow was the faded brown leather bag my mother had given me. I wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. I forgot how to speak, so I numbly nodded and grabbed the bag and swung it over my shoulders, my thoughts ebbed elsewhere as we filed off the boat. What is in this bag that my mom gave me? What did she mean the truth behind the lies?

We were given a food and water, and found shelter in a stable near a monastery. Things were hectic all day long, people fighting over rations, scouts forcing people into order, a manifest being taken of the five hundred survivors of current. Even more were pouring in from the other districts. Before I knew it, night fell upon us. The stables were empty and quiet, excluding the light snoring of Armin. We were huddled around a small dimly lit lamp with a few blankets shielding us from the sharp cool air. I didn't feel like I was completely here, but more like a ghost.

"Is she okay..." Mikasa mumbled to Eren who glanced up at me from the lamp. "She hasn't spoken one word since the boat..."

"I'm surprised we still are speaking after what we saw..." Eren sighed, his eyes not leaving me. The old part of me that craved his attention and nervously floundered around him had died. With my child-like innocence being ripped away, so had my child crushes.