(Y/N) is a 'normal' teenager, favourite colour red and hasn't got the fondest of paths it must be said. You were currently limping away from a village, your village to be exact but it had recently been razed to the ground by a Grimm attack. Most of the huntsmen and huntresses had gone out to re stock the village, seeing a drying up of activity in the area. A Grimm distraction maybe? A grim reminder to never let your guard down.
Holding your bleeding impalement you couldn't remember much. You're throat was throbbing and your clothes tattered, you had only come to grips with yourself at the outskirts of the village and you're whole body movement felt...weird. You shook it off and kept walking. Where? Not sure. Anywhere but there? Definitely. You knew of a more defended settlement, much bigger than your own...Vale your parents called it. Foster parents anyway, yours died as a huntsman and huntress, that's all you were told, apparently where you got your 'spark' from.
It'd normally take a huntsman about a month to get to Vale and back so two weeks maybe three with your wound? Things could be more desirable...but at least you weren't dead.
As you looked down to the spear in your shoulder, blood was slowly oozing down your chest. As a short term solution you took a break, ripped your top off and winded it round the spear, front and back. The tightness might not hold back all the blood but, hey at least it's pretty and thank god it's summer.
Once you had got to a cave you set about making a way to defend yourself, at least marginally, you looked down and the spear and sighed 'this is gonna hurt, a lot'. A fire, curtesy of yourself was ablaze as you removed the spear tip, reaching over your shoulder you cut off the back of the spear to leave the front out. With a slightly shaking hand you gulped and placed the small piece of metal on the fire, waiting, waiting.
Finally the sharpened object had got to a sufficient temperature in the fire, looking down at the front of the length of wood still protruding from you, you grabbed it with both hands, took a couple of deep breaths, closing your eyes tightly as well as gritting your teeth together, yanking it out, you had however little time to feel the pain as you pressed the burning metal on the rim of your wound, front and back in an attempt to burn any bacteria off, re applying the make-shift bandage and hunching over, the metal dropping out of your hand.
As you looked out towards the mouth of the cave, tiredness enveloped you as you slowly fell asleep.
(Le time skip)
As the sun beamed through the mouth of the cave, lighting up the occupant, the smouldering fire next to him and a seemingly broken spear, the boys face twitched as his body, rolled away from the sun light. His roll however introduced his back to a rather uncomfortable rock. Groaning and sitting up, you held your back where the rock has indirectly bullied you, letting out a soft yawn. "Probably out stayed my welcome" you said with a working throat as you got up, stretching, flinching at your wound, taking a better look at your surroundings. "Well, Vale's not gonna come to me" you slightly chuckled at your comment, grabbing the broken spear bits, noticing an engrave on the spear...it was from your town... "probably an unlucky stray" you frowned it off and set off towards Vale...
(A/N: Yoooo guys, so this is my second fanfic thing, kinda lost interest in AOT. Is 624 words long enough for a prologue? Idk, hope you enjoyed anyway! As always feedback is appreciated and I'll see you around! RedNexus, OUT *salutes and falls backwards off le cliff*
