It still haunts me, knowing my parents are dead. Seeing them die before my eyes. On the boat, I sat next Eren, Armin to my opposite side. "Hey, you ok," he asked. "My...parents...," I managed to say. "Don't think like that, just know that they died saving you." I involuntarily wrapped my arms around Armin and cried silently.
I sat up and dried my tears. Eren stood up, tears in his eyes. He held a key in his hand. A key that looked exactly like mine. "Eren, were you get that key," I asked him. "My dad gave it to me. Why?"
"Cause my dad gave me one that looked exactly like that." I showed it to him.
After we left Shiganshina, Mikasa, Eren, Armin and I went to the Trost District. We had to farm and the Scouts along with other countless people who were leaving to fight against the titans left on a Recon Mission.
Not even at least 100 people made it back. Which put a drastic change to how much food we got. As we stood in the hallway Eren began to talking. "I want to join the Scouts."
The year 850...
I stood in line along with other people my age. We were all here for one reason only, and that was to fight titans.
"Well, what do we have here? What's your name," the comander said to Armin.
"Armin Arlet! Sir!"
"Now, why would your parents curse you with such a horrible name?!"
"It was my grandfather, sir!"
After the commander interrogated a few more people, he moved on to a girl eating something. She said her name was Sasha Brouse. Sasha ended up giving the commander half abd he made her run till sundown and said she couldn't eat for five days.
This is gonna be a long while.
