The world beyond our walls whispered promises of freedom like a tantalizing breeze. In the shelter of our close-knit community, laughter resonated, a melody of shared dreams weaving through the humble abodes that stood shoulder to shoulder. We were not just neighbors; we were a family forged by circumstance, our lives intertwined like the vines that adorned our weathered homes.
Amidst the echoes my friends laughing , my desires unfurled like petals reaching for the elusive sunlight. In a daze I dreamt of a life unshackled from the heavy chains of poverty, where every meal was a celebration, and the shadows of hunger didn't dance in the corners of our existence. The notion of safety, a sanctuary within the inner walls, beckoned to me like a distant star—its brilliance promising a haven where my friends and I could thrive without the looming specter of scarcity.
intertwined with the threads of my aspirations was a chilling gust that whispered warnings of Titans lurking just beyond our safe haven. The towering walls that protected us from the monstrous threat for hundreds of years also cast shadows of doubt within me, creating a harsh divide between the known safety and the unknown possibilities beyond. The class system within our country mirrored the rigid structures within the walls. Yet, the fear of Titans and the gnawing claws of hunger held me captive, tugging me towards the safety promised within the inner walls.
My friends and neighbors engaged in laughter and conversation behind me. However, my gaze was transfixed by the sight of the sun emerging above the towering barrier. I wonder if the sky has ever looked so beautiful before.
My desire for freedom and the battle against the perviously unknown stood at the point of convergence. Within that convergence lay the stark revelation of reality, laid bare in its true essence.
Tranquility unraveled and the Titans came- suddenly everything changed.
A grotesque head, devoid of skin, exposing only muscles, rose above the wall. Its movements were deliberate, and the titan's eyes fixated on the city below. Its large eyes meeting the pairs of thousands. A deathly silence blanketed the surroundings as the entire city gazed upon the unfolding spectacle. In an instant, the wall was kicked down in one swoop of the titans leg. A gust of wind carrying debris and people across the city. Chaos erupted, disrupting the once orderly city into pandemonium.
"Y/N, we have to go now!" Asher urgently grabbed my hand, and together, we raced towards the exit leading to Wall Maria.
As chaos erupted, humanity's desperate dash to the boats became a distant goal, thousands of souls seeking refuge in Wall Maria. The clamor of terrified masses was deafening, each heartbeat resonating with fear. In the chaotic stampede, I was trampled, desperate mothers pushing me aside, forcing me to split from the Asher and the crowd before plunging into a vortex of bloodshed.
Amidst my race from unfolding chaos, I stumble upon a figure, lying silent on its side—a silent witness to the grotesque dance of Titans. My heart quickened as I took a closer look, and horror grips me. The mangled man was Noah, once vibrant, now a lifeless shell. He, who smiled so brightly, played soldier with me, and encouraged dreams of joining the national guard, now lay broken before me, completely mangled. Revulsion surged, and I couldn't suppress the disgust and panic as giant footsteps approached.
"A Titan," I whispered, the stark realization sending shivers down my spine.
Desperation guided my gaze to Noah's crushed legs and a box-like contraption—an unfamiliar military gear. Uncertainty clouded my eyes, memories of Noah surfacing. In the recesses of my mind, his voice echoed, guiding me to balance, promising that with practice, Titans would fall. The bulky machinery, once dismissed as a playful toy, now became my lifeline in the face of impending danger.
Moments with Noah interwoven with the present chaos. The training sessions, the reluctant acceptance of a destiny defined by Titans, stirred conflicting emotions—annoyance at Noah's foresight, defiance against a destiny thrust upon me, and a lingering sadness for a lost innocence.
In a precarious moment, I whispered, "Thanks, Noah," my tone masked the turmoil.
The approaching Titan's footsteps pounded like a drumbeat of doom. I dragged Noah into a nearby house. A blood trail followed. In the face of impending danger, Noah's teachings were my lifeline. "Nape of the neck, right?" I mumbled, fingers tracing the crest on the blood-painted jacket—an emblem belonging to the garrison unit. I fumbled with the slightly unfamiliar gear. Blood-covered leather straps tangled in my haste, Noah's intestines spilling each time I tried to take the gear off. A sudden upheaval surged from the depths of my stomach, an insistent rebellion clawing its way up my throat. The taste of bile, bitter and acrid. My body convulsed, caught in the throes of an internal tempest, as if it sought to expel not just the contents of my stomach but the very essence of discomfort.
It felt wrong, stealing from Noah's corpse. Someone I looked up too like a brother but with the titan coming closer, I pushed my humanity aside. My discomfort mirrored my ignorance about the apparatus. The Titan drew closer, and urgency fueled my actions as I donned the gear without a full understanding of its capabilities.
With a burst of speed, I shot the hook into a nearby building, With a press of the lever on the handles I was racing clumsily from the home, leaving the Titan behind, leaving Noah and Asher behind. The journey toward the boat blurred into a whirlwind of grief and determination. Each time I was hurled towards another building, my body awkwardly followed the wind, clashing into structures but immediately aiming for another. Friends met brutal fates, their cries of agony echoing in my ears. Guilt clawed at me, but I pressed on, a survivor's resolve forged in the crucible of tragedy.
As I reached the boat, the boat sailed off towards the exit, leaving people and children behind as Titans ran forth. Disgust surged as the boat sailed away, hope dwindling. Some were desperate, jumping off the side or into the water, devoured by Titans, making the water turn red. Horror gripped me as Titans ignored me to stampede on a whole crowd.
I looked to the wall, realizing there was no choice for escape. To survive, I'd have to scale the wall. Clumsily, I shot the arrow into buildings, pulled towards the wall, the force strong against my small body. Finally, I faced the wall from atop a building, screams of people only shortly behind me. Ignored the pain which rushed through me andshot the hook up the wall, each time I was hurled up the wall crashing into it each time, Titans began crowding below me, a fall equating to certain doom.
On the wall's summit, the toll of survival fully manifested—a broken ankle, cuts, and bruises across my body, pain dwarfed by the mental scars. I looked down from 164 ft at the massacre below—my entire home destroyed, neighbors, friends, family—all turned to red paint on the city. The screams drowned my mind, sobs and tears spilled out, disbelief that the boat us behind for dead.
Kneeling, hands cupping my tear-stained face, I mourned amidst the sound of hundreds screaming I'm hysteria. The clanking of boots replaced Titan's footsteps, a reminder of relentless nightmares.
A dark haired man with cold eyes transfixed me. His eyes held me in place the deeper I stared into them the more I saw. Slight traces of sorrow , anger, determination, and hatred sparkled. He knelt beside me.
His voice, a soothing balm, "It's okay. The nightmare is over, for now." Questions followed, a jarring reminder of my youth —the disbelief that an 10-year-old could navigate with a device that fit on them awkwardly.
"Noah showed me a little bit" I stuttered, teary-eyed, my response revealing me. The man's directive marked the beginning of my journey to the refugee center, a place thrown together for those who survived the Titan onslaught.
In this altered reality, where Titans loomed large, and innocence shattered like glass, I was thrust into a world of nightmares, facing the aftermath with a survivor's resolve. The scars on my heart were a testament to the price of survival in a world overrun by Titans. I stepped into the unknown with a survivors resolve. What other choice do I have?
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FanfictionIn Y/N's past, a member of the Garrison taught her the basics of 3D Maneuver Gear, a skill that would prove invaluable when the Titans breached the walls. Y/N, a young girl from the same district as Eren, lived in poverty after the invasion. Though...
