Building Bridges and Broken Walls (Attack On Titan Fan Fiction)

Chapter One (Day One)

The incandescent sun rising into the radiant sky above is a splendid scenery like that of a freshly brushed oil painting. Its embodiment beholding the colors of the blazing sun, and that of a sea of tranquil blue sky. Like that of a color eisel, the colors swirl into one another in a reposing clash, blending the two complementry colors across the canvas of sky. Speckles of cotton-like clouds dance in the beauty of the colors, while gentle winds swirl from the heavens to sweetly brush through your hair and across your skin. The brisk sensation gives you goosebumps. Sumptuous it all was, but the atmosphere differed for a you were participated in a strenuous practice.

A drill sergeant by the name Shardis Keith calls out demanding questions loud enough that the deaf could hear them. He stands three rows of people ahead you, a face with cheeks that you could delineate to look like that of a dying tree. He was old looking, stress leaving distinguished wrinkles about his face and he wears a distasteful frown everytime you see him.

You and many other participating teenagers had been lined up according to your last names alphabetically to prepare for an addressable from the intimidating drill sergeant.

He's an African American man. Who stands intimidatingly tall, his string body hidden under his long trench coat. He wears a scowl as he analyzes every one in the regiment. Everyone silent besides a cough every now and then. People respect him greatly as he passes them, pacing. Everyone is sweating prefusely, you could feel the nervousness creep slowly into you as well.

A young boy looking of the age fifteen is where the instructor makes his first stop.

"Who are you!?" The instructor looked the blond boy up and down as he salutes him.

"Armin Arlert." His voice was higher then most boys his age, and his features were slightly feminine. When you first lined up, you mistook him for an unattractive girl. He, like all the others, is sweating. The heath of the day carried by the wind adding to the tension in the air.

The instructor frowns unamused. "Yeah? That's a stupid name."

You watch the horizon beyond the instructor, feeling your mind slip from the conversation. The landscape is dust covered in the camp area. Only splotches of grass speckle the training are. But beyond that is a land of vast rolling hills calling to you. When you were traveling here you suspected the place to be more well kept, but your expectations were let down when you stepped out of the wagon.

You ponder the reason you were still here. You could leave if you want. It had always been an option. This is only the first day, returning to the work fields would be an easy decision. But if you left, you'd be a laughing stock in the memory of the other trainies.

'No.' You think to yourself. You've always wanted to be part of the Military Police. Ever since you could remember. Your brother had left at a young age to be trained here. He had packed his things one day and told you goodbye. All he told you, a young toddler who wouldn't understand truly. That he was off to serve alongside others to protect and guard the King. He wrote to you telling you tales of the training camp. And once he graduated, he wasnt the top of his class. So your brother served in the Garrison. Lucky enough to be assigned the small community of Zhiganshina, where you family lived. He was always close, even when on duty. And was proud to protect you and your home.

Sporting the 3 dimensional maneuver gear and honoring the Garrison insignia on the shoulder of his jacket, he loved what he did. But when Zhiganshina was attacked by titans, and the wall breached, your brother abandoned his duties to protect you and the family. The turmoil was unbelievable as debris flew about, killing many. Including your parents. It was awful, and all you could remember was that he went around a corner to check if it was clear and never came back. He went missing.