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

~*~*3 Months Later*~*~

The survivors from the Shiganshina district and other districts of Wall Maria were greatly underappreciated and neglected. We were underestimated, and the guards viewed us a weak. Eren had tried to pick a losing fight with one of them after he made a few snarky comments, yet I still hadn't managed to find my voice. The trauma still had me tongue tied. The problem was with the people of Wall Rose and Eden, was that none of them had seen the Titans, only trained and prepared for the possibility. There is a huge difference between training and the real thing, and these unfortunate souls just didn't understand.

It had been several days later, all the refugees were tasked with cultivating the wastelands and securing food. But food shortage was unavoidable. In the year 846, the central government sent a multitude of refugees on a mission in the name of reclaiming Wall Maria. Of the two hundred and fifty thousand sent -20% of the population- not even two hundred survived. It was horrible. It was a blood bath. It was pigs sent to slaughter. Among the refugees sent to reclaim the wall so courageously, yet so carelessly, Armin's grandfather was among them. I personally believe the government did this to try and solve the famine problem to some degree. Whatever the reasons, it worked...

I thought about my mother every single day, there wasn't a moment that passed without her face crossing my mind in some memory or another. It had been three months since that fateful day when chaos ran ramped through the streets of the Shiganshina district, and hell spilled in from outside the walls. Things were still slightly surreal for me. My head was still swimming with conflicting emotions of guilt over my mother's death and excitement for my newfound father's existence. Yet through it all, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were patient with me. Even though I couldn't speak for myself, they became my voice.

Today was our second week in the military academy. Strictly schoolwork and studying until we would thrust out into the field to swear our oath to the Cadets. Then an extra three years of training and evaluations until we could graduate and pick a branch to enter. My heart was still set on the Scouts, to meet my father. This information still wasn't known to my friends, nor did they try to pry into my personal affairs...that being something I greatly appreciated. In the events following the fall of Wall Maria, Eren, Armin, Mikasa and I had temporarily stayed at a landfill working on a farm until the others were old enough to join. I was a year ahead of the rest of the gang and was now pushing thirteen.

"Get up, Thalia." Eren grumbled, nudging me with his foot. We were staying in a shelter now, and I and rolled off my cot at some point last night and ended up on the cold hard floor. I sighed and sat upright, rubbing my sore neck. A loosely bound leather book fell into my lap and I vaguely remembered falling asleep while reading mom's diary. It was filled with exciting, nerve-wracking tales and romantics from her days in the scouts. Even details about certain killing methods she used to kill the Titans. I glanced up at him and saw him watching me carefully. "You feel any words coming up today?"
I wanted to answer but no matter how hard I tried, how hard I moved my lips and jaw- I couldn't force my voice out. I gave up and closed my mouth, sulkily staring at the floor and shaking my head. It's not that I didn't want to talk at this point, honestly, I wanted to. But something had that opened to me mentally through all this trauma- and my voice was gone. I had so much I wanted to say, so many things I wanted to share, ideas I wanted to voice, and songs I wanted to sing-but they died in my chest.
"Hey, it's all right?" Eren reassured me with a smile and set his hand upon my shoulder. "We'll figure this out one day? Everything will be okay, just give it time. Now let's go to class."

One day...I thought ruefully with bitter malice leaking into my thoughts. I'm seriously so sick of being a mute!