Angel

Prolouge pt 1

Art is mine, thats what you look like, only with your hair/skin/rye color ^^ The reader's hair, eyes and skin tone are not predetermined in the book, I only color them for consistency in my sketchbook.

I don't own AoT or you ✌

Warnings: none

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Life wasn't always so bad. At one point, it was beautiful and the cruelty of reality hadn't set in yet. Although, I suppose the naive nature of being a child might have had a role in it. Either way, my young (e/c) eyes only saw the good side of everything, blind to the other half of the story that lurked in darkness. Back before mom died and before dad was sent off to fight a war that wasn't his to fight.

A childish laugh could be heard ringing through the air as a young girl, no more than the age of 5, was seen running through a park while being chased by an older woman with (h/c) and kind (e/c) eyes. This went on for a few moments before the older lady spoke. "Alright my darling, I believe it's time to make our way back home," she said with a smile, turning to the younger girl before continuing, "your father should be home from work soon and I still need to make dinner." The girl puffed her chest out in an adorable pout. "Just a few more minutes!! Pleaaaaase" The lady, presumably the child's mother, just sighed. "I'm sorry (y/n) but it's getting dark outside. We have to go in now." Giving in, the now named child, (y/n) just quietly followed behind her mother. After walking for around 10 minutes, although to the little (h/c) child it seemed like forever, they arrived at a humble but nice looking house. The door was opened by a tall and well build man with stern yet kind (e/c) eyes only to be nearly knocked over by two little arms around his waist. "Hello there my little angel" the man spoke with a small smile to his child before giving his wife a kiss on the cheek. The scene was all warm and happy. I wish it could have stayed that way.

That scene slowly faded to another less happy one. Two voices could be heard speaking in worried, hushed tones in the kitchen. The pitter-patter of small feet on the carpet in the hall went unoticed. The child had only gone downstairs for a glass of water before she paused to listen to the conversation im the room at the end of the hall. "What are we going to do, do we tell --?" "How will we pay for --?" "I don't have a lot of time left" The last statment followed by a cough. Parts of the conversation went unheard by the small girl but she already had so many questions. Quietly she decided to go back to bed. The memory once again faded to another, this time in a hospital. (Y/n) sat on the edge of the bed holding the hand of the person in it. Her mother lie in hospital robes under the covers coughing and pale. "Mom, please. Don't leave us," she spoke through small tears. "I won't" the woman replied with a small forced smile. Being a naive 6 year old, the (h/c) didn't notice and returned the smile brightly. The scene faded in color to a dreary rainy day, several figures standing in front of what appeared to be a tombstone. "You promised!" (Y/n) cried out while falling to the floor and pounding her small fists on the mushy ground before the grave. "You promised..." Her voice trailed off. This was my first reality check.

Most people would turn to abusing a substance such as alcohol in response to losing a loved one. Especially your wife of more than ten years whom you love with all of your heart. From time to time it would hurt to look at his daughter, a spitting image of her mother. Long (h/c) hair that went down past her bottom, sharper teeth than normal (go with it), tall, gorgeous (e/c) eyes and he was sure that she'd have her mom's figure, although that wasnt clear as she was only 10 now. It was so exact that sometimes he'd stop and have to remind himself that his wife is gone. Eventually he got over the urge to cry when he looked at his daughter and decided that to help ease the pain without drugs, he'd turn his pain into something useful, training. He was a soldier that was off duty for a while due to a wonderful peace in the nation at the moment. He looked over at his daughter, staring at her shirt which had angel wings embroidered on the back, just like all of her tops and jackets. They had all been that way since her mother died. She refused to wear a top without them. It was a tribute to the Angel hospital, where her mother was taken care of before she... He shook his head to get rid of the sad thoughts and said "Hey, (y/n), how would you feel if I trained you like a military soilder?". She took a moment to reply before responding slowly, "Would it take my mind off of mother?" He pause, taken back for a moment. "Yes," he said finally, "yes it will".

That marked the start of my training. Everyday for 6 years I would train with my dad until I was just as good, maybe better than him. I understood all of the commands and knew the ins and outs of being a soldier and even some battle tactics he had learned. The military might as well have taken me then and there because of the extensive training I had undergone with my dad, who happened to be one of the best soldiers when he was on duty. Not to brag or anything. Anyways, over the past 6 years I had grown a lot closer to my dad as well, him becoming my best friend. One early morning that year, a loud banging was heard from the front door. I groggily got up and stalked my way to the front door where I saw my father had already opened the door. Standing there was a gruff man with a letter. Handing it over, he handed it to my father who skimed it with a grim look. Confused, I walked over and read the letter over his shoulder. I regreted it seconds after as I felt tears cascade down my face. "No! He can't go!" My father just looked at me sadly, mouthing the words "I love you" before walking through the door, it clicking softly behind him. Falling to the floor in sobs, I go back over the letter in my head. In short, my father was needed for war. I knew that there was tension between our country and another but not so tense we'd have to go to war! I sobbed for what seemed like hours. My best friend was gone. A while after my sobs had quieted to hiccups and occasional sniffles, another knock was heard. Peeling myself off the floor and trying to tame my hair slightly I carefully open the door to reveal another person wearing the same uniform as the others. He explained that my living and schooling would be funded by the military as I didn't have anyone else who could. After explaining everything, he left me back on my own. Numbly I went to my dad's room and sat on his bed. I needed a distraction. I pulled out my phone and opened an app for tv shows. I clicked the first one I saw. "Attack on Titan, huh?" I thought to myself. Got to be better than reality...Second reality check.

To be continued

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Welp this is part one of 2 for the prolouge. Plz excuse mistakes, my hands hurt ~^~ whatcha think?

-Quwiki ✌