Hello people! This is my first story on this account, but I've written unpublished fanfiction before. I'm not very good, but i hope you enjoy my crappy writing. I really do love constructive criticism so feel free to give me any, as long as it's not full on hate. I'll try an update this as much as i can, and since I'm on school holidays right now I think I'll manage ^.^
Hundreds of years ago, there were titans. They were heartless monsters, devoid of any type of human emotion or feelings. Even thought was unknown to them. All they did was create mass death and destruction, gobbling up helpless people left and right and destroying the only thing they could call home. They killed many a soldier who tried to fight back, leaving families devastated and lonely.
Countless names of brave men had been recorded, books had been written and medals had been placed into freshly dug graves. But, however precise the historians were, however dedicated to their jobs, they couldn't find any information about the woman they wanted, not a single military record. Not even one measly letter to a family member or a friend.
It was as if all of her past was burned away into ashes, just like her home and family. No matter how the workers struggled, all they found were the remains, and an unusual name whispered by the wind.
Celeste Covert.
But even knowing the name didn't get anyone anywhere. Just the barest mention of the girl got people tight lipped and silent, refusing to speak of her under any circumstance.
Secrets always have an end though, as did this one. It wasn't until a young researcher found an old woman living with the same last name. She had been beautiful once, with slightly unruly red curls and vibrant green eyes. By then, her hair had gone grey, and the irises glazed over with confusion, but there was still a lively spark buried deep in them, ready to start a fire whenever she talked.
Her name was Mira Covert, and she was Celeste's younger sister.
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