Humanity's Strongest

Fresh Wax

There was a knock on the door. The knock didn't sound like her husbands, so naturally, since it was late at night, she prepared for the worst with a knife in her pocket. The woman made fragile footsteps down the steps, like a cat stalking its food, to keep quiet. One hand placed on her baby bump, and the other on a candle light. She gently turned the knob on the door and slowly creeped to look through the crack between the door and the doorframe. "Who goes there?" Her hand with the melting flame shook.

"Petra." A low familiar voice spoke quietly to her though the crack.

She opened the door the rest of the way. "Oh sorry. Can't be too careful can you?" Her eyes met with Jean's.

"No ma'am." Jean's hand drifted out of his cloak. "This is for you, from Levi." In his hand was an off white letter, with a deep poppy red wax stamp on the outside.

"Thank you, Jean." She gingerly took it from him. The boy nodded and made his way back to his post. Her copper eyes studied the envelope before opening it. Why would they give this to me late at night? Maybe Levi just wrote it and sent Jean to me. Petra slowly opened the fresh wax, pulled out the letter, and unfolded the inked paper, which read:

My Dearest Petra,

I regret to tell you that the rest of Levi squad has fallen. The Female Titan took them to heaven, and from hell. We had to leave there bodies behind, so we will not bury them this time. If you had not fallen pregnant, I fear that you would of been with them. I have not held you as much as I should have, but you now have every second of my spare time, and every moment of my busy thoughts. I know that they smile down at you, wishing you best for new life. I wish you the best right now.

Your Husband,
Levi Ackerman

A teardrop soaked into the paper. Her closest friends now being dead was devastating and tears made it impossible to see. Left into the night to cry herself to sleep she lay.

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Levi sat in his chair at the table with his good leg crossed over his other. A cup of tea sat perched between his fingers as a sigh escaped his thin dry lips. He pressed the brim to his lips as the warm liquid slid down his parched throat. Loneliness was all had ever known, and he thought he had at last found the light at the end of the timeline with his squad, but everything was stripped from him. With a wife at home, he knew he still had hope of something. Some kind of future. But it all seemed so distant, and like it could never be if the wrong move was made. Fresh wax. A fresh start. How cruel of it. Even he was deceived by life itself. One moment he had everything, and now he'd lost most of that. The man sat with his head down in mourning and his black hair draping over his face as he sat in silence.

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Months passed since the death of the squad, and in those months the little infant was born. His eyes like his mother's, and hair like his father. The tiny boy brought joy into there lives, and made them each smile, for he was there little light.

Levi cradled his tiny baby in his muscular arms and tenderly smiled at him. "My son...you will defeat every titan on out land, and they will all run and hide from you. You'll be the most powerful fighter of us all, and someday you'll outrun me." He kissed his tiny head of black hair as the baby wiggles his tiny libs around and cooed. "You truly are amazing my boy." Levi rubbed his little arm with his thumb. "Those titans have a thing coming for them...and they better run."

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Here is another short one. I wanted to at least type something before school, so here it is.