"When will my time be up?"
The lone soldier questioned himself as he lay amongst debris and ashes, awaiting death.
He knew that this day would come. There was no way he could've avoided death but he had been pretty lucky all this while.
Sometimes, he wondered if the grim reaper was playing a game with him, picking off his comrades one by one until he was the last one standing.
Perhaps it was simply karma for all the lives he had failed to protect in the past. Or maybe it was simply a way of retribution for all those innocent people he had gunned down before the military captured him.
The sorrel whined. Obviously, the poor creature was in pain. He could only observe pathetically as the fallen steed spent the last hour of her life, attempting to rouse his fallen master.
The Major did not stirr.
The internal damage had probably disallocated her vital organs, killing her instantly on the spot.
Her trusted steed refused to accept it.
The soldier reached out towards the steed, attempting to calm her down.
He didn't make it that far.
Darkness engulfed his vision. The world was silent.
"Were we of any good to humanity?"
That voice!
Blind greyish eyes looked up towards the burning sky. "Ah. I like to believe so...Are you happy that we finally went out to the real world, brat?"
A hand was gripping his broken limb hanging uselessly off his left shoulder.
His question went unanswered but they both knew what it meant.
"We are near the ocean." The boy replied. "It's just like what Armin said."
Vast, never ending, salty. Like his tears.
"I'm glad."
With that, the young man's vision faded to black completely, taking away humanity's strongest soldier.
xXx
The year was roughly in the 900s when the last of humanity had discovered that they were no longer able to sustain themselves on their current resources. The land was no longer able to bear crops, water in the wells were drying up and dieseases ran rampant around the ever rising population of slum dwellers.
Humanity was truly at it's end.
In a last desperate attempt to save humanity, the dying civilization of had placed the last of their resources onto the scouting legion's shoulders.
Find new land. Excavate a new trade route. Bring home something for the last of humanity.
The mission was bound to be a failure, an act of suicide even before the plan left the King's royal court.
No one knew exactly how much ground the legion managed to cover during that ill fated expedition but that was a thing of the past anyways.
The bespectacled boy hurriedly threw his laptop and textbooks into his backpack. If he had to hang around in the classroom any longer, he was probably going to stab himself to death from boredom.
Lectures were always extremely boring and long winded.
Hurriedly, the boy began to dash across the gravel covered walkways. Mikasa was going to be sad if he was late again. He had promised her a movie right after school that day.
No sooner had the traffic lights changed colors to green, Eren Jaeger dashed across the snow covered road, lightly brushing past someone.
The moment he was safely on the other side, Eren glanced back. Sadness filled him. Something was missing from his life.
Try as hard as he could, the only thing Eren Jaeger could distantly remember was the sound of ocean waves and the promise of a new world.
Some things weren't just meant to be.