𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚.
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A girl who is constantly at war with her past now faces humanity's greatest enemy, but she has not yet avoided he...
[TW: Mentions and descriptions of death, violence, blood, and gore. Please be aware before reading.]
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|Year 850| The year of familiar tragedy. ━━━━━━━━━━━━
"WHY DON'T YOU RUN?" Eren's wide, mortified eyes stared at his best friend. More so, he was looking at what was left. "Why don't you ever run, Armin?"
His skin was charred, shriveled and darkened by the heat of the Colossal Titan's steam. It flaked and peeled at his joints, and Eren could see bones peeking out from the open wounds. If he hadn't known the boy for a decade, the body that laid in front of him would've been absolutely unrecognizable.
"I should've known that this would happen," He dragged Bertolt's amputated abdomen across the roof of the abandoned house. He should've been celebrating. They should have been celebrating. They had found and defeated the person who caused their hometown to be open to their greatest enemies. "I had no other choice but to rely on you."
He haphazardly shoved Bertolt's unconscious form to lay down close to him, his eyes remained stuck on his closest friend. The scorched body before him blurred as tears fell from the outer corners of his eyes. Eren kneeled down, resting his hands on his knees as he glared blankly at the divest in the broken roof.
Where is everyone?
The sound of crumbling buildings beside him made Eren turn his head as a cloud of steam blocked his view. He'd long gotten used to what steam from a Titan looked like, and immediately went on the defensive when he spotted the four-legged Titan so close to him.
"You just try to come closer!" He snatched Bertolt by the collar of his shirt, yanking him upwards and pulling his back towards his chest. As if his Titan-blade was a dagger, he spun the base of the sword to sit comfortably in his palm while he angled the lethal silver tip at Bertolt's exposed throat. "Make one move to take him and he's dead!"
Only then did he notice the mangled body that sat atop the quadruped Titan. It was a man with dirty-blonde hair. His eyes were expanded in shock, but his arms were what caught Eren off guard. They steamed at the severed buds like his did when they had been cut off. The red vertical lines that were carved on man's cheeks only confirmed what Eren already knew.
This man was a Titan-shifter. If he came from the other side of the wall, and the Titan that escorted him around followed his orders, Eren could only assume that the man came from the nape of the Beat Titan.
