Author's Note: Yeah! I finally loaded a fic for Shingeki no Kyujin. A new idea…well, maybe not new for the fandom, but new for me. There's an OC in this fic, I'll let you know that right out of the gate. I feel that I should warn readers that my updates are sporadic, I can't promise to have a new chappie on any date. Also, I have to say that I love reviews and ideas from readers but if all you're going to do is blast me because you don't like this fic, the idea, or my writing then save it. No one is standing over you making you read it. If you don't like it just go back to the fandom and pick something else.

I love the anime, it's definitely my fave, especially the Survey Corps, and I want to put those characters in here. But I absolutely love Mikasa in the anime being the most awesome legendary soldier. To be honest, I'll probably mix them.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Shingeki no Kyojin, etc, etc. I only own Zoe Anwen


My favorite fairy tale is Rapunzel.

I know what you're thinking. It should be Cinderella, because she had the gorgeous dress and the sweet nature and the beauty and the obliging fairy godmother and the utterly charming prince who tried to find her based on her shoe size. Or it should be the Beauty and the Beast, or the Frog Prince, because it turns out in the end that the ugly, beastly character is a prince in disguise and it was a pretty good thing that the heroine was nice to him because then the prince doesn't hate her when it's revealed that voila! He's actually kind of cute.

For God's sakes, you're saying to yourself; at least let it be Snow White!

The thing about Cinderella, though, is that she and the prince are so curiously blank. You never get to know them, and to make matters worse, they never get to know each other. He falls in love with her based on her beauty and one dance. She has everything nicely parceled up and handed to her. And what does he have to do? Ride across the country and make girls try on a shoe. There's no drama in that.

I like Rapunzel because…the prince originally falls in love with her for her beauty. But he keeps coming back to her, and I can only guess that during that time they get to actually know each other and fall in love with each other for reasons a bit more substantial than external beauty. He nearly dies for Rapunzel, and wandered through a forest still searching for her and when she finds him and cries, her love for him is so strong that her tears heal his wound. I like that belief in sacrifice, and the belief in the overwhelming power of love.

That's why I like Rapunzel.

And that's why; I think that I still haven't really found what I'm looking for. I mean, the fact is that there's a whole big world out there for me to find that the true love I know is out there somewhere; I know, I know. But years in which I worked was so crammed into them, because my workplace is where I grow, where I become what I will be. Decisions and choices that I make in this aspect will effect how you live the rest of your life, they really do.

It's just…They all get their fairy tales and it's not so bad for me to want mine now, is it? I'm not a selfish person. I'm just asking for this one thing and Lord above, but I want it so badly that I've cried over it.

There's a small cynical part of me, though, that keeps me from going out, and you know, trying out all the frogs in the hopes that one of them is a prince. Because…I shouldn't have to, right? The Prince finds me. And yet… and yet…

And I believe—desperately believe—in love.

I'm just not sure it exists.


I closed the familiar thin book in front of me and smiled as I watched my little sister fall asleep. I swear, she's just too cute! I watched, amazed as she grow from helpless newborn, driven by instincts and reflexes into determined toddlers with impressive will and skills. Imagine when she flashes her first grin, it literally melts my heart.

My room was bright so I can clearly see the drool on the side of her mouth and it hasn't been five minutes since I read her favorite fairy tale.

The book itself was old, typically bland with vague hints of whatever printer inks might have been on the page. Next we move to the most obvious of scents, that of smell. Scented paper is not uncommon, however is frowned upon in legal documents and job applications. Most acceptably, love letters are done on plain paper, scented in her perfume. Or his perfumes, given that you are in an unconventional relationship. Libraries smell the best, though no one knows how paper smells like a library as that is self reverential. Just accept it.

This book however smells very old and musty. It's because I used to keep it in damp areas—note: I'm not very good at keeping things in one place, Laugh. Out. Effing Loud. I lost my homework once and I'm damn sure that after I was done doing my homework I left it on the table. Of course as me being…well, me; my desk was and still a complete wreck, I swear once you put something on that desk it goes puff! Everything went missing as if it was never there before.

There was only one word on the book's cover, I bet you guys have read this on your early childhood or maybe you knew this story recently coz Disney had recreated the Barbie original story into something entirely new.

In the cover, a teenager was running along a forest together with a handsome man and a horse. What you wouldn't miss on the cover is the heroine has an extreme length of golden hair.

Tangled.

As I was rising up to prepare myself to sleep, my sister stirs and woke up with a fatigued smile plastered on her face when she looked at me. Her head tilted to the side, obviously her body was begging to get some rest but she called for me nonetheless.

"Zoh-yee…?"

I quickly sat down again on the bed and looked down. "Yes, Martha?"

"Have you ever fallen in love, Zoh-yee?"

I chuckled, no matter how hard she tried; she can never pronounce my name perfectly. But it sounded adorable! I immediately wanted to glomp her on the spot. "As I told you Martha, no. I think it would be a wonderful feeling, but such thing would be laughable."

"Why?"

"Because I haven't met my prince yet."

"Is he coming soon?" Martha yawned, after living with me for a few years she had learned the key to getting to the bottom of any subject with me was to phrase a question right away.

"I don't know…" I trailed off for a moment—true, I've never fallen in love before. No one wanted to be with a weird chic anyway, so no one seemed to clicked. "Maybe his horse died and he had to walk to arrive at our house, that's why he's taking so long. Why the sudden interest?"

"Michael brought it up."

Michael is Martha's twin brother. Even if they have the same face and all he is very annoying, he like to play pranks on me. "Ooh right, he's having a crush on that 2-D girl on something titans anime. What was her name again? Mikasa?"

"Yupp."

A dark look passed over my face. "That brat…I told him to sleep at the curfew." I immediately stood up to fetch my 'lil bro but a sudden tug at my wavy blond hair stopped me. Martha is pulling my hair—not in a harsh way, more like tugging it softly at the end of my hair.

"Are you planning on marrying, Zoh-yee?

"Of course not, Martha." I sighed, what's with this love questions? "When I do find the right guy, I'll tell you immediately and then you can plan for my wedding, okay?"

The little girl cocked her head to the side, putting a finger to her lips.

"Are you in a hurry to marry?"

I sat up. "No, but I'm not going to live in the fantasy that my Prince will come soon either. Those dreams are yours to keep." I smiled to her and kissed her on her small forehead, motioning for her to hit the pillows soon.

Leaving the door to my room open, I checked the signs of a turned on television through the house. The brat thought that he had finished his term tests and went to watch TV in the middle of the night, not to mention he got school tomorrow. Oh, the horror of waking him up!

I realized that I was right in front of my destination and smiled sweetly at my little brother, Michael, who was too absorbed in watching a Titan eating a human and failed to notice me staring at him.

"I still can't believe that you watch TV in the middle of the night when you have school tomorrow, Mike." I complained. I had tried to teach the younger man to sleep early for growth when he was totally into the anime series.

"I'm sorry!" the small blond cries. "It will be over in a few more minutes, I promise."

"I know, Mike. It's okay." I sighed. "But…what the hell?!

A shriek rent the air as a man was eaten by a Titan. The monster caught him and bundle him between its arm and without any flicker of emotion bite his head off with his teeth.

"Aren't you too young to watch this kind of thing?"

"But everyone at school watch this. Come on sis, why don cha watch with me for a while. And guess what?"

"What?"

"You are now watching the most popular anime in 2013, Shingeki no Kyojin!" he stated proudly.

I laughed at his expression and at the way he mentions those strange words. "What was that again?"

Michael sighed, as if he was speaking to a very small baby who was ignorant about such important and crucial topics. "It's a show about Eren Yaeger whose mother was eaten by the Titans, they were fighting for humanity survival because…"

I let my mind wander as little Mike chat about his favorite show, only half listening to my brother's rambling. I loved it when my brother tells me story and all, but I never really got into the whole alakazam magic and the other world thing. It wasn't natural, all I wanted to do was focus on the present and in reality, not to fantasize about falling in love, finding a Prince, get married or even the survival of human kind will be ensured by attacking the titans sounded foolish.

However, I know that those TV show are important to little Mike, as reading a bed time story is important to Martha. They would prattle on and on about their favorite characters on the dining table, mom and dad would just listen intently, smiling and nodding.

I was startled by the sound of my ringtone blaring somewhere around the house. It had been ringing for the past hours, but I never really bothered to pull myself out of the sofa with Michael. This episode has just gotten interesting! The ringing has started to get positively troublesome, so I stood up from the sofa and left the living room.

"Sleep right after this, Mike. No more excuses!"

"You got it sis!" he yelled back.

It's gotta be here somewhere! I checked again.

For some odd reason, I found my phone in the kitchen, just when it stopped its constant buzzing. I lazily looked at the screen. 23 missed calls. 10 messages. I subconsciously checked the name of this very pertinacious caller and found myself muffling a smile. Of course it was him. and just when I was about to write something, I got a test from him.

Answer the damn phone!

I texted him back: Intentionally avoiding every calls and texts you sent me. Thanks for that.

Leon quickly replied, Do you have any idea how worried I was? God, you're something,

Oh, damn. Last night, I told him that I would drop by to his place, but I totally forgot to tell him that I eventually decided to get back to my house. He must have flipped out.

I tried to smooth out the situation by texting, Not something. I just have a bit of an allergy to feelings. I smirked to myself when I imagined his face right now.

He texted back, Haha, funny. He sent another text almost immediately. You know, that was not funny at all! I tried to press 'reply' but I got another one: I'm really pissed at you right now! You are really irresponsible! And then a last one, which made me laugh. What's the statute on the number of texts you can send in a row before you become a stalker?

I wrote back, You haven't passed it. Yet.

My phone buzzed but before I could answer it, it buzzed again and again. I received six texts in a row, each with one word:

Are

you

sure?

How

about

now?

I rolled my eyes and texted, Fine, you got your revenge by annoying me. What now?

A few minutes later, I got one more message from him: Absolutely nothing. Just meet me outside your house.

Well, that was quick… When?

NOW!

"Hey, Mike? You done?" I yelled from across the kitchen, and I could hear a muffled yell of Yeah, done for today. Ten minutes later I stormed out of my house, got my boots on, and in a flash, was out of house. I ran a brush through my hair, admiring for a moment how the thick blonde waves glimmered in the moon before snorting to myself and turning towards the park just outside my house.

I smiled as the wind blew gently in my hair, making it blow behind me. I loved my hair; it really was my best feature. It was a rich golden color, and went in waves to my middle back.

Enough admiring yourself, geez. I scolded myself sharply, and I shook my head as I walked.

In the distant, I may have heard the distant yells of Leon from behind me. But it wasn't long before I caught the sounds of the screeching of the tires and a loud rock music from a car's radio, then I turned.

A car was swerving dangerously on the road, and the driver's eyes were sleepy as he struggled with the wheel. But that wasn't what made me gasp.

The car was coming over at my direction.

I looked over to Leon briefly, I got an intuition that he yelled at me to move over, his eyes wide with fear as he struggled to get through me. I saw people frown angrily as he pushed them out of the way, but they gasped when they saw who he was trying to save.

I felt my heart racing as I saw the driver screaming as he realizes I was in front of his car. But the car was too close now, he would never make it. But I would. I was stronger than this; I could evade this in time.

I had to evade in time. I wanted to see Martha or Michael getting married, I wanted to see myself standing at the aisle with someone I truly loved. But I was frozen at my place, frozen by fear.

I tried to move my feet so many times, but it just won't listen to me!

Move! Damn it!

My heart pounded, and I felt the car's light shone at the through the darkness. Yet, it was on me now, the roaring of engine in my ears.

Time seemed to stop as fate made the decision that would change my life forever, Leon is within my reach, all I have to do is grab his arm, and then the car hit me.

It was only a split second in which I remain aware, and in that moment…it was as if it was a joke. I saw light filling my vision as I felt hard metal slam against my head, so hard that everything was lost in the light. Pain filled me, and I felt a floating sensation, as if I had suddenly sprouted wings. My eyes closed.

This wasn't how I wanted to die. But I guess life was like that. You'll never knew how long you had left. I will never see mom or dad. I'll never see Martha's smile or her voice when she called my name. Michael can't prank me and there will be no one to wake little Mike up. Then I'll never see my best-friend Leon again. At least…they will live for another day. That's all that mattered, in the end.

Right?

But this doesn't felt right. My heart told me to fight for my life no matter how, yet my mind tells me other wise. However, it doesn't matter now. It was all too late anyway.

I felt the weight of the car for another split second, and then everything went dark. Blissful darkness, and I felt my consciousness slip away into nothing.


The car hit the blond teenager at a speed that made Leon gasp. Her body was flown off a few meters away before she landed harshly on the side road. His eyes closed as the metal front of the bumper collided with his best friend.

He could feel warm liquid splattering on his face when Zoe was slammed. His hand reached forward to his face and as he looks at the warm liquid, he realizes that it's Zoe's blood.

"Someone call the medic!" a stranger screamed quickly after he kneeled right beside Zoe's body.

Leon screamed. He couldn't hear himself, but he could feel the arms of strangers pulling him away from his best friend.

Zoe lay there on the asphalt. Her cheerful blue eyes were now hollow, blood were covering her entire body and what makes things worse she didn't move a muscle.

His best friend, dead.


A tall teenage soldier is chained in the middle of the courtroom, he kneeled as his hands were placed behind his back; his body crouched in agony, rage, fear, and disdain. Someone with higher authority had just hit him mercilessly in public, and his normally blue eyes are closed, and blood flow through his nose and mouth.

At the sidelines his blond male friend are trying to calm the dark haired female; who's glaring daggers at the one who hurt her friend that gave her a reason to live. They gasped as the Captain relentlessly beating Eren the crap out of him and suddenly there was a flash of light inside the wall, a blinding light that made even the Captain cringed.

But when it cleared, there was nothing.

The Captain brought his feet to the soldier's face, and kicked the small face on the forehead, or rather his whole face, the soldier loses a tooth.

The soldier boy slumped forward onto the floor, struggling to calm his labored breathing, and the Captain glanced out the window. For the moment, nothing had happened after the flash of light. Strange. He was expecting a colossal titan to show up.

The colossal has done this before…but what was that light? That never happened. I don't like the look of this.

But those nervous thoughts were swept away as Commander Erwin pronounces his proposal to the judge. His voice is filled with a commanding presence, with a serious and calculating tone. As an eloquent speaker, he was able to sway the judge into handing Eren as the Survey Corps responsibility.

"Captain Levi, is that—" Petra's eyes widened as they took in the silent light.

The captain's eyes closed.

"Petra, you'll check on that light. Think of any worse situation that might happen and act fast. As soon as this dumb trial is over, I'll see you at the base."

Petra's golden eyes were glistening as she blinked rapidly, her lips trembling in shock. "Worst possible situation? You mean inside this wall?"

Levi cleared his throat. "No, maybe not. Not yet anyway."

"What do you mean?" her agonized eyes darting to the beady eyes of the older soldier who was sighing a tired sigh that seemed to come from within the bones.

"No time. Just get to that light."

The girl frowned. "Yes, Captain Levi." Her eyes were confused, but Levi waved his hand to stop her questions.

Without another word Petra silently leave the room, and vanished, going to whatever more trouble is coming to this wall.