Year 825 ( 20 years before the Colossal Titan attacks Wall Maria)
"Honey! Dinners on the table!" Alveolar, a young woman with brown hair shouted to her child.
"Coming mother!" Replied a rather high-pitched voice from the other room. Only seconds after, a small child came bounding through, her red hair flailing about as she ran.
"Here!" The child spoke causing her father, who was sat on the table, to laugh. The small girl planted herself looking wide eyed at the food before her. Her favourite, her mothers home-made casserole. It was a rare meal as they lived in the forest, not that many food suppliers around to buy the ingredients from. Her mother soon sat down, pushing the long cream skirt underneath her.
"Eat up, my sweet Katagiri." Her mother spoke, before said child dug her fork into the food. Katagiri savoured every chunk of the food, as she never knew when she was due to have it again. Unfortunately, the meal didn't last long as Katagiri was a rather fast eater.
"Finished Mama, Papa." Her father, Elvin, smiled at her taking the crumbed up plate. Katagiri slid down from her chair, heading to their makeshift sink to help with the dishes. She washed her hands under the cold water, weaving her fingers in and out of each other. After drying her hands off, Katagiri heard a knock at the door. Curiosity taking over her, Katagiri opened the wooden door. Two giant hands wrapped round her tiny waist instantly pulling her up, the jolt causing her to scream.
"MAMA PA-Hhmmfff!" She was muffled by another hand, she tried not to gag as she tasted the grease on his hand. Fortunately for Katagiri, her parents had heard the muffled cry. Not so fortunate for her captor as her mother had a knife in her hand, and from personal experiences Katagiri didn't think they stood a chance. That was if they hadn't had a rifle. Blood splattered against the walls, a gaping hole in her mothers torso. Elvin rushed to his wife, cursing at the men that held Katagiri.
"Take him as well..." One of the mystery men spoke. A tall blonde man clad in a black top and jeans with a wodden mask to cover his face, grabbed Elvin and placed a cloth on his moth. Chloroform. Elvin slumped down, the blonde man picking him up with ease. Katagiri kept quiet, she knew that if she spoke either her or her father would end up paying for it. Instead she wept quietly knowing she would never see her mother alive again.
