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To you, in 2,000 years| The fall of Shiganshina

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Year 845

You always wanted to be free. To spread your wings and free yourself from the shackles that the world held you down with.

To finally live. . . just like the birds, that would fly just above your head without a care in the world, free from the dangers that lurked and vanquished. To feel alive and run in the bright meadows filled with various flowers that all held a specific scent.

You just wanted to be free from the unforgiving world. . .

The imprisonment of the towering walls that surrounded you and the chilling fear of what was out there prevented you from your freedom.

You would dream, dream of a life where you were truly happy and not surrounded by the stinking stench of death and poverty, but, as those dreams would go on, they slowly transformed into something horrific; those once beautiful vibrant colors of the flowers now coated with blood, forever staining their innocence, screaming and crying would echo around you and the vast lush empty lands now filled with monsters.

And, worst of all there was always flashes of your mothers mangled corpse, eyes wide open and mouth agape in a silent scream. This was the worst fear that consumed you. . .

Gasping for air, you were startled awake, sweat trickling down your forehead as you stare up into the cloud-ridden sky. The exuberant foliage was the substitute for your bed. Panting gently, your heat hammered against your chest at the abruptness of your awakening. A figure you slowly started to recognize hovered above you, a concerned look in their dark orbs.

"Mikasa. . . Hi." You groggily greeted your adopted brother, your voice slightly shaky.

The boy was crouched next to you, gently holding onto the sides of your face between his hands as your head lay on his lap. "We should get back," Mikasa said, urging you to rise.

Your head was swimming in confusion, disorientated with your surroundings. The looming oak tree casts a shadow over you, blocking the raging honeyed toned sun that filtered the sky in luminous and vivid colors. You rubbed your eyes ridden with fatigue, finally registering your surroundings clearer. "Um, where are we exactly?" Your voice drawled. Mikasa released your head from his hold letting it fall back onto the greenery and stood up, his hands on his hips as he gave you a blank look. "Did you sleep so deeply that you forgot where you are?" He questioned.

You slowly started to raise up, pressing your hands to your eyes, uncertain of your current state of mind. "I don't know. . . The dream I was having went on forever," You muttered, trying hard to recall the vivid dream that occurred in your mind.