The carriage had been split, broken into pieces, and the occupant inside flew out of it, hitting her head upon a rock. From there, she lay half-dead. Fresh blood ran down from her head.
The coachmen's bodies were nowhere to be found, but people crowded Mikasa; shocked and confused whispers erupted amongst the crowd. While back up the cliff, on the grass, there lay the King and Queen. The wolves continued to feast on them, leaving no trace but blood behind.
And thus, none have found out what had happened, but the young Princess.
Wandering what the commotion was, a young girl stepped in, pushing people away. She gasped. "W-Who is she??" She mumbled curiously. A boy behind her follows.
"Petra, don't come any closer." The boy said in a protective manner, shielding her vision. "Levi, this girl needs help!" She exclaimed. "You know very well that your father does not take in random strangers."
"But..." Petra looked worriedly, and the same shocked look enveloped everyone's faces, including her. Levi took her hand and dragged her away from the sight, but Petra wriggled from his grasp and rushed to the body.
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A month has passed since the accident.
The girl with jet-black hair was in an unfamiliar room. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the sun's light. She felt really heavy, and the whole reason as to how she got here was unknown.
When she grasped her head, it had bandages wrapped around it. There was a wooden basin that contained a stained cloth. It wasn't just stained, it was covered in blood.
She grimaced.
Where am I?
She then lifted her hands up to her eyes. It was pale and inconsiderately light— like she hasn't eaten at all, and that she had lost color in her skin.
Why am I here?
She held on to the drawer for support, yet as she tried to step on her toes, she ended up making a thud, face-first onto the floor and thus alerting the inhabitants of the unknown household.
"O-Ow..." She groaned in pain as her body felt numb. The door swung open and the young girl Petra assisted the small figure in front of her. "A-Are you alright?!" Mikasa looked up at the girl and was only confused.
Petra, with all her strength, cradled the 4-year old and laid her back down on the bed. Mikasa winced in pain as she felt her head acting up. The strawberry-blonde looked at her worriedly.
"Who are you...?"
"I am Petra Ral." She replied. "And you are?" Both thinking that Mikasa came up with an answer straight away, Petra patiently waited for her response. "I..." Mikasa trailed off.
Who am I?
Petra scooted closer and gave her the eager eye.
"...don't remember."
Petra frowned.
"What do you mean?" She questioned. "I... I don't know... who I am." The little girl mumbled cluelessly. Suddenly the door opened, and there came Levi with a man. "We heard what had happened, but that was some time ago." The man stated, looking at the little girl.
Levi narrowed his eyes, taking a step closer. Because of that, more confusion arose. Petra was itching to know who she really was. "W-Who are you?" Mikasa uttered.
"You can call me Mr. Ral. This is Petra's friend - Levi Ackermann. Now little girl, who are you?"
"I have no name...I don't know who I am." Levi took notice from the gown she was wearing, but he still had no clue. "Answer." He demanded, which only caused Mikasa to grow nervous.
Petra lightly glared at Levi.
"Don't scare her." She said and he was taken aback. "Listen, we found you lying near a rock. Your head was bleeding severely. It took days for us to patch it up, and almost a month for you to wake up from your rendered state." Mr. Ral spoke.
Mikasa grimaced. "A rock?" She frowned. "How did I get there?" The other three looked at each other with curiosity. "We thought you would tell us that." Petra stated.
No, I don't know how I got here, from the rock, stone, or whatever. I... don't know how. What is happening?
"I... I'm sorry—" Mikasa's whole face darkened, her eyes intense. "—I don't know." The two males looked at her suspiciously. Mikasa shook in fear, yet Petra placed her hands on her shoulders to calm her down.
"It's alright." She reassured. "You are safe. Where are your parents?"
I don't know who my parents are. Who am I even...
"I... don't know either."
Levi frowned and looked at Mr. Ral. "What does this mean?" Levi asked. "She has either lost her memories." Mr. Ral stated. "I have seen people like that before. Back in my time."
Petra stared at her father in shock. "Y-You mean she... doesn't know who she is? Or where she came from?" Mr. Ral responded with a shaking head. "No. She doesn't."
Mikasa flinched again, holding her head in pain. Petra and Levi gasped. The confused little girl was already in a state of panic. Heavy breathing followed and a series of pants.
"Calm down! You are safe, little one!" Petra said. "We can't just leave her without a name." Levi said. "Then what shall we name her?" Petra asked. Mr. Ral crossed his arms.
"She will be named..."
With Levi restraining the young princess, they patiently waited for an answer. Mikasa was slowly calming down, yet she was still panicking inside her head. Full of confusion.
"Serhilda."
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Princess Ackermann
Fanfic"But he who does not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose."