Hey, guys! I was kinda distracted by Attack on Titan and I just love that show! I just wish there was more of it. But after watching it, I was wondering about the other districts. Here is a story of one of the refugees from the Eden district, the Northernmost district. All characters here are OC and all, but I don't own any copywrite of Shingeki no Kyojin.

My new story will be published every Sunday, but I will also try to write my Blades of Alliance story. Each chapter takes about two-three hours to write and it only has 2000 words. I will make the next chapter longer as a tribute to the release of Shingeki no Kyojin the movie.

But enough of my rambling! Read on!


The bitter, biting cold of the mountainous Northern district was almost always present. People claimed it kept Titans away, but rumors told that they still came up here. Most kids stayed indoors, even when it snows. There never wasn't snow. The frozen, walled town people called a city was always grey and bleak, the same boring place. It always had been. And it was rumored it never would.

The year is 845.
It was the hottest day people had seen in a long time as the street was almost a river of melted snow. The last time anyone had seen this was twenty years ago. No one dared go out now. Every house had food for a week, firewood for two, and a thermometer, so people knew when to expect this. No one would starve, nor freeze. Nor would anyone open their doors to check. Today was not a good day.

Quillian was a boy who lived in the Northern district of Eden. He was always bored, no matter how he tried. Outside was too cold, the games inside were dumb, the house was too small. He wanted more action to happen. He wanted to go beyond the wall that protected their town. He wanted to live in Shiganshina. He chose to tell his mother that today.

"Mom? Can we live in Shiganshina?" A clang of a metal mixing bowl rang through the suddenly silent kitchen.

"You couldn't possibly want to live there," mother said, a strained smile on her face. "Titans invade all the time in the southern district. We could never live there, Quill."

"Mom, I want to see the Titans. I want to-" A smack sounded through the kitchen. Father looked up from his notebook and Sarah dropped her doll. Tears came to Quill's eyes, feelings of betrayal swirling in the eleven year old's heart. Then his mother's hands grabbed his shoulders, hard.

"It's too dangerous to live in Shiganshina! I will NOT lose any of you to a Titan's jaws!" Quill met his mother's blue eyes and saw they were wide and glazed with tears. Still, the deed was done. The guilt that flowed was weaker than his anger. He pushed his mother away and turned to run out, but his father was right there, blocking the exit.

"Son. I don't think you understand. Titans are only here to wipe us out. We don't want to die, so we live through this torturous weather and short day, only because we want to live. Do you still want to go to Shiganshina? Do you want to die?"

"If that's what it takes to have fun around here! I'm tired of the snow and cold! I hate this bleak place with my heart! I just want to be somewhere, anywhere else than here!"

Father bent over to face him and looked into his eyes. "You're quite determined to go, aren't you?"

"You... You aren't angry? But you always get angry-" Suddenly, the front door was opened with a splintering sound, along with a splash and a wave of cold. Then a Garrison soldier was standing there, pale but calm, his ODM gear on his hips.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but we need to leave right now. Titans have broken through Wall Maria and are coming north. Pack up only what you can carry and be sure to bring food and clothing." He spun on his heel and disappeared to warn the next house.

Father and mother exchanged a glance and nodded. Father went to the door no one but he could enter and unlocked it. "Come here, Quillian. I need to show you something before we leave. I was planning on showing you next Christmas, but I don't think we'll be back here any time soon." This was weird. He had just done the unthinkable. Father was offering to take him into the Forbidden Room. Plus he had just told his parents he wanted to go commit suicide. What was so important about this room?

Quill did as he was told and followed his father into the room and found it to be quite empty. Only a table, a chair, and a few papers here and there. A carpet covered the floor. Why would it be sealed? Then his father began scratching at a portion of the fabric. A few seconds passed before anything happened. A line appeared and began spreading turning to create a square about half a meter square. It was a trap door.

"Go on down. I'll be right behind you. There is something I have to give you down there." Hesitant, Quill approached the black descent. He carefully put his legs over the edge by the ladder and wrapped a hand over the cool, rough metal. Then he put his fur boot on a step. Now he was climbing down by instinct, descending into the darkness.

"Now, you should be reaching the bottom soon. Once you do, move to the side, because I need to light the lantern and I don't want you to mess up my direction." Quill nodded and continued. Moments passed before a jarring impact told him he found the ground. Doing as asked, he moved to the left a few steps before feeling for the wall.

With a scratch, a small light appeared in darkness and illuminated Quill's father. Then the light brightened and the room was revealed after the lantern was lit. There was a museum down here. Books, paintings, sketches, inventions, even a few potions. All of it created by one man. The room was approximately fifteen meters by ten meters and all of it covered by items of art.

"Did you... Did you make all these things for us?" Quill had never seen so many things that interested him in one place, but action was the only thing missing. Then a glint of steel caught his eye. By his father, a sword case with a short sword was stored inside, the leather handle freshly oiled. And yet so out-dated. Now soldiers use blades to kill Titans, not humans.

"I want to give you this," his father said, opening the case. "I bought it as an artifact before I met your mother and have kept it for so long against better judgement. Now I want you to have it. I just feel you should." He pulled the sheathe and blade out and handed both to his son as one.

Never having carried more than ten kilograms on a daily basis, the weight of the blade was heavy enough to unbalance him and pull him forward and down. He didn't expect a sword to weigh so much. Still, he stayed on his feet and regained his center of mass.

"Why are you giving it to me? I won't need it for a long time."

"I think you'll need it sooner than you think. I know you search for Adrenalin and the Military is the only ones I know who have a 100% satisfaction rate for that. I can simply see it in your eyes, when your passion is showing. Now let's get out of here." He walked to the ladder and began to climb, Quill right behind him.


An hour later, people scrambled to board the remaining boats as the first and third departed, carrying the maximum amount. Quill and his family were part of the scrambling mob. The people pressed so hard against him that it was hard to breathe. His sword was securely strapped to the pack on his back, its meter long blade pressing into his flesh. He didn't know anyone around him. He knew his mother and Sarah would be together and his father had to be close. Still, it was a little worrying, the boats wouldn't fit all of them and getting left behind was not desirable. The long hundred kilometer march would be dangerous and long.

Twice had Quill been bruised by people. One cut left a scab on his cheek. A tear was left in his coat. Still, he struggled forward to board the boat. He hoped his family was doing the same.

After a few minutes of pushing, shoving, and pleading, Quill was on the boat before he knew it. The crowd slowed to a shuffle and snaked around to the stairs. Below deck were rows of seats, along with a few wooden slats called beds. Slowly they moved around the stern of the boat, but when Quill saw that a Garrison soldier was waving people passed the stairs, he knew it was going to be a long night of cold. He was already shivering from cold, but there was also a tingle of... anticipation?

Quill was quickly granted an above deck seat and closed his eyes. The freedom of isolation from the crowd allowed for a gulp of fresh air. Suddenly, a drop of water landed on his pants. Tears were streaming down his face. Why was he crying? He hoped everyone got on. He didn't want his friends, nor his family to be left behind.

A jolt of movement pushed him into the woman next to him and her baby. The boat was going towards the Utopia District. Hoped everyone made it. Quill opened his eyes and saw the town he grew up in move by, the boat picking up speed. The towering walls of the borders loomed closer, the fifty meters of solid, impenetrable rock that protected them from the Titans. Now, however, rumors were spreading. He had heard it from the crowds. They say a titan sixty meters tall kicked the gate in Shiganshina five days ago and destroyed the wall. Others said it was 160 meters and completely stepped over the wall. Then there was this armored titan who could run through walls and not have a scratch. The knowledge of the wall was shaken by the fall of Shiganshina and the compromission of Wall Maria. The walls could be broken by these abnormal deviant titans. With the insides of Wall Maria filling with Titans, the outer districts were cut off from farm lands and would starve. The only logical choice was to move to Wall Rose.

The shadows of dying daylight grew and elongated as the boat passed beneath the wall. Its several meter thick stone was enough to awe and reinvigorate beliefs, while others it reduce what remained to dust. How could this much stone have been obliterated in a matter of minutes?

And so, Quill rode the boat towards the inside of the walls, bundled in his coat, his pack was his pillow. It grew gradually warmer as they descended and continued to head south. Quill searched the whole boat and found none of his friends nor his family. It worried him, but there was another boat. After a few deaths due to improper warmth, lack of food, or disease, four days had passed, the air had warmed to ten degrees and they saw their first titan.

It was a large, fat titan. It was probably thirteen or fourteen meters tall and was several kilometers away. It showed no interest in the boat, but it was quite far away. Most of the people aboard were cowering, crying, or in awe. Quill was one of the last ones. This was the most interesting thing the Eden district had ever seen. He spent the whole half hour it was visible watching it. After that, boredom was the only thing on the ship. Everyone had brought food for themselves, but it was all running out very fast. Rationing was enforced by the on-board Garrison soldiers to prevent starvation, but people still snuck bites from their precious stores. Quill wasn't the only one.

Two days later, the boat arrived in the Utopia District. The temperature was twelve degrees, not leaving a trace of snow. Most of the people had no or very little food left and had to ask for food from random strangers. But all of the inhabitants of Wall Rose were in shock. This was the first victory of the Titans.


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This whole chapter is based off of the event of Shiganshina falling, but also with researched facts, and input from others. I want to thank the creator of Attack on Titan, Isayama, for writing this story's plot for me (not specifically me) and my wanting to dress up as a Soldier from AoT. Ridiculous.

If anyone should want to play the best Attack on Titan game, for mobile, search attack on titan battlefield in google play. It is my favorite game, plus it gives you an OC character.

LowePlays, signing out!