DISCLAIMER: I do not own Attack on Titan

The Prologue.

CHAPTER 1: Bloody Silhouettes

My name is…misplaced.

Often I will not respond to the name given to me. It's just a phase, my parents would say, she'll get over it. I had a hard time in the beginning. It felt like a nickname, something given to a dog instead of a human being. A cold harsh reminder that the world I'm in now is no longer the safely built country I was used to. There were walls, there were giants, and the most indescribable massacre would happen in the not so far away future.

My name, as others know it, is Nyll.

I must have come off as on odd child. I didn't like children my age, noise, and basically any physical contact. I'd shy away from conversation and even shunned myself away from my (new) parents. People learned to ignore me and I learned how easily someone could be forgotten.

Secretly, I hated them.

How could they feel safe? Even at the tender age of three I could feel the ominous shadow that wall cast over us. In the back of my mind, images of a large head peaking over with that skinless face staring down upon us swarmed through. It baffled me how at ease everyone was at such a glaringly large symbol of our loss of freedom. Were these people really content to be in a cage forever?

My parents didn't care. I mention the word Titan and they just smile and pat my head. They tell me stories like they were fairy tales. Like the people in those stories didn't actually die, oh no, this is just make believe and the founding of that wall was a complete hoax.

My father owned a fireworks store. It's how it got burned down. A dud among them was lit. It landed somewhere not so fire safe. It's how my parents died, burning alive before me.

I felt no remorse.

Their funeral was short and filled with businessmen all eager to meet the new predecessor (me). Apparently fireworks were hard to come by. The neighbors and those that were close to my parents offered condolences, some even offered a place to stay. I refused and shut the world away.

I began the Arsenal. I didn't completely ignore my parents through the years, having learned a thing or two about the workings of their business. I made a small store in the place of the original. The basement was three times its size and I made sure there was a garden out back. Construction wasn't really an issue considering everyone just seemed to throw themselves in my way for attention. I had many hands to help.

The hard part was production. I'm not going to go through the long grueling hours of studying and prototypes it took me to get it right. Everything before had burned. I had to start entirely from scratch. It was like handling engineering blueprints without a single clue what foreign language it was trying to communicate.

I managed.

Barely.

I kept up the guise as the fire shop's little prodigy, constructing fireworks for customers and the monthly festival that'd pass through. No one suspected a thing. They were too ignorant to notice the padlock on the basement door.

A year passed with the same boring routine, until something changed. I had always expected to grow up building my Arsenal, up till that point in time where I could actually change things for the better. But something unexpected happened that changed things traumatically. It was in the form of a small baby…the size of a wheelbarrow.

There's a wall. Yes. But…

The baby had a smile. Not a normal smile. A toothy smile so large and wide it spanned his entire jaw. His silver hair hung in tufts from a top his head and large aqua eyes stared at me in delight and curiosity.

They can't get in. But…

His face was covered in tomato juice (it doesn't look the same-) and cabbage leafs were sticking onto his body. When he stood up, he waddled to me, my own body frozen. He reached his pudgy hands out and placed it on my red head, eyes so wide-smile so wide-tomato juice-blood-

That doesn't mean it's impossible.

"Suft." He burbled, his eyes crinkling in delight as he ran his hand through my hair.

A normal person would have done something. Called the guard and have them take care of him. I had my own business to attend to anyways and with it approaching I couldn't even fathom taking care of an infant Tita-

Wait.

Was I really thinking of…?

He smile wasn't malevolent if you looked closely. It was so angelic and so innocent; I felt my own heart melt at it. It's wrong, a voice was screaming in my head, kill it before it eats you!

I named him Sosai.

Even though it was near and I now had a terrible secret in the form of a baby Titan, I challenged myself to do more. I'd fix everything and I'd do it alone if I have to. I just had astronomically bad luck. Nothing wrong with that. Everyone has it now and then. They always say one small bad luck leads to ample amounts of good luck.

Sadly, this was only the start of it. I had nine years to prepare. Train, build, plan, and create. I'd do it. I know I could.

I'd save the world.

Starting with Carla Jaeger.

And there you have it. My new Si idea. If you liked it or didn't, review your thoughts. Anything your confused on in this chapter will be answered in the following ones. Sosai's past, 3rd person point of view, and a shit ton of OCs.

Eyup. Azure officially has no life.