Levi wiped at the blood from a cut on his head that had trickled down into his eyes. It was of little use, head wounds bled a lot and this one showed no sign of slowing. He couldn't stop to bandage it, because the ground shook underneath his horse's feet. A Titan was coming.

He clutched his bleeding side, kicked his horse into a run, and headed for the forest of giant trees. That was if the Titan didn't catch them first, his horse had been running for close to four hours, and was showing signs of going lame. "It has been an honor to fight with you, but just a little further. Do one last honor for me, don't let me die in the stomach of a Titan." The horse seemed to understand and picked up her speed. They made it into the forest fifty feet before she collapsed.

He fell off, hitting hard against a sharp boulder, further damaging the ribs that had already been ruined by his last encounter with a Titan. That one had been an aberrant, the one that ran into the trees after him wasn't. He stood clutching his side, but his hand did little to stop the bleeding, it was futile. In his previous battle he'd been thrown against the wreckage of a mill, and been impaled by a large wooden beam, through his lower ribs and abdomen. He gave himself less than ten minutes. He just didn't want to be eaten by a Titan.

With the last of his energy he launched his 3D gear and headed up into the trees, hoping that later his horse would get up and live. The air tethered through his hair as he flew through it and left the Titan below. His strength gave out the same time he found a wide high tree branch and collapsed into it.

The day had gotten cold, or maybe it was just him that was cold because he'd lost so much blood. It wouldn't be long. He regretted the shortness of his life and the fear of dying creeped over him. Still, at least his coffin would be a broad tree trunk that stretched its hands to the sky and not gnashing teeth.

Blood that once came out warm turned cold and made him colder. He clinched his teeth against the need to chatter them and fought the shivers that started to shake his body. Instead he stared up at the light blue sky, highlighted by the deep green of the tree leaves. Slowly night fell, only it wasn't night it was his vision failing. He stilled and stared at the sky. The black of death started to drown him. As he faded there was a bright flash of something gossamer white, and an angel's face appeared over him. She was such a beautiful vision, with her white blond hair, lavender eyes, and glowing soft skin, that the sight of her fought against the black of death. Death would still come, but he was glad she was the last thing he saw. Him, a former criminal, a soldier, a constant fighter had earned God's grace in his final seconds. Peace washed over him and he accepted his fate without fear and fell into black oblivion.

"We almost didn't get to him in time and we may still lose him to the fever." Amaura said to the newcomer that had entered the cave they used as a hospital room for the seriously wounded. She dipped the cloth she had into cool water, rinsed it, and placed it back on the man's forehead. He shook his head from left to right and kicked out.

"I will send someone for some Liliak," her brother, Jasper said.

"Don't risk our lives for a Survey corpsman." Amaura said in a low angry voice and replaced the towel.

"He's used all we have anyway."

"And," she stood up, "he's mostly healed. The Liliak did its job, the hole is closed, his ribs are mended. If his fever breaks, then he will spend less than two weeks recovering. We've done enough. I've done enough, just bringing him here."

Jasper came around the bed that the man lay on. On his way, he picked up a discarded fur blanket. "And, I commend you for rescuing him despite your prejudice." He rested a hand on her shoulder. "You're true nature is that of a doctor and for that I am happy."

"I've risked all of our lives by bringing him here."

Jasper handed her the fur, "no, you've saved his." He touched the side of her face for a brief second before he turned and walked out of the small cave.

Levi was hot, cold, then hot again. His body was consumed by a dull ache all over and mildly sharper pain in places. He tried to open his eyes, but was too weak to do more than slit them. Although they did focus enough to see soft glowing orbs of orange. He didn't know where he was, but he did know he was supposed to fight, fight for humanity. "I will give my heart…"

"Sh," a soft voice responded and something cool was placed on his forehead. "You need to rest, the fight is over." A quiet female voice commanded and the cold on his forehead made him stop struggling, but he couldn't relax. How was he still alive?

Low music started to play. It was what wind chimes would sound like if they could be played as a tune, haunting and beautiful. Then he remembered the angel and her grace, and the grace that she bestowed on him. Maybe it was that grace that had allowed him to live. Suddenly, he was too tired to care, because the peace he'd felt from her returned, and he didn't care about anything else.

"Put him on his horse and take him through the tunnels. Get him as close as you can to the outside of the gate as you can, and make sure he gets inside the walls safely." A soft but harsh female voice spoke, "Let his corps finish nursing him back to health."

Levi managed to open his tired eyes only to find his sight obscured by something. He tried to raise his arm but found himself too weak. Too weak to ride a horse even, "make it look like he did the bandaging and tie him to the horse. That should also look like he did it. It's best we don't let our presence known to those inside the walls." A male voice interjected.

Several pairs of hands grabbed him and there was a moment when he thought he'd fall to the ground, but then he fell on something familiar. The sound of a horse huffing reached his ears and he remembered the feel of the saddle, his saddle. "Get going," there was a smack, then a lurch and horse hooves clopped against stone and echoed away.

"Wait," he whispered loudly. The horse fidgeted and stomped to a stop.

"Sir, he's awake," another male voice interjected.

It was the female that replied. "I know you are a Survey corps captain," the voice was vaguely familiar to him. "You think you are free because you willingly go outside the cage you've built for yourselves. But, you're a traitor. And you and your kind will be the end of Humanity."

"Amaura," the first male voice interjected. "That's enough." He heard steps approach and felt his hoarse shift and huff. "Captain Levi, excuse my sister she has no love for the military. But, understand we can't let you remember who we are or that we even exist. I need Ryget."

Levi heard distant footsteps and shuffling. "I will do this much for you though, as much as my sister hates your kind, you should thank her for her mercy, because she saved your life."

Levi opened his mouth to reply, there was a puff of air and a powder filled it. His mouth was already dry and the added powder made it feel like he was eating sand. Then something happened, he started to feel dizzy. Actually it was more than dizzy, he felt like he was drunk, only slower. They'd drugged him, but he only cared for half a second, because the next instant he was lost in the images and sounds of his own mind.

I know, I know, but I couldn't help myself. I had to start a new fanfiction, because that was what the plot bunnies told me to do. Sorry for those of you that fallow my others, updates will be coming soon. I actually am supposed to be editing my own book and not writing fanfction... But again I could not help myself.

I do not own Attack on Titan, I just feel that I have a special relationship with it.

This story may be hard to write because I know that later on, the main character is probably already slated to die. And, i will cry when that happens, but until then, or until the new season begins, I thought I'd make some filler... :)