Hello everyone it's good to be back. This is the second part or I suppose book in my four part series concerning my OC Matthias Quinn. The last part ended at the same point as the end of the first season of the anime, so now we are entering into the territory explored by the manga. I will be covering several similar events which will lead to a similar conclusion, however the driving force behind all of these events is different and many parts of the story will happen differently, leading to part 3 which will be totally original in nature. I hope you all enjoy it.

Prologue

The night air enfolded around the two men like a shroud, spreading cold over their skin. "Are you sure about this?" asked the man on the left. He had short blue black hair that gleamed slightly in the moonlight. His worn grey cloak was pulled tight about his shoulders and his right hand rested on something at his waist.

"Completely," replied the second. His head was hidden from view by the green hood pulled over it. "You're from one of the old families; you know this is the only way."

"It's just that, the balance has remained undisturbed for a century. If we upset it we don't know what will happen."

"No, we don't," admitted the raven headed man with a reluctant nod. "But, after spending the last ten years trying to forget, I've decided that we can't just sit here without taking action."

"You have a family don't you?"

"Yes."

"What will happen to them if we tip the balance? He's likely to take drastic action against us."

"He won't risk breaking the word he made. It binds him like a chain."

"You seriously think he needs to act in person to put things back again? I don't know about you Doctor but I'm not sure I want to risk my wife and son's lives on this."

The second man sighed and turned around, his glasses catching the faint trace of moonlight. "You forget Quinn, he isn't actually your son. I was there when he was dedicated; I know who his real parents were."

"That doesn't matter to me."

"I suppose not. I used to have a family before all of this. A young wife with a child on the way. Her name was Gilda. We'd decided on Emily for a girl, but we never could settle on a boy's name. I liked William, but she was more in favour of Eren."

"That's where his name comes from?"

"Yes," said Grisha Yeager. He put a hand up to his face to wipe away the small trickle of tears that had begun to run. "I watched her die Quinn. I watched her body crushed by a giant foot and then saw her swallowed whole. As much as I love Carla, I'll never be able to forget her."

"You shouldn't have to," replied Andrew Quinn, putting a hand on his shoulder. "But do you want to go through it all again?"

"If this works then I won't have to. It'll all be over and we can escape from this cage of a home."

Andrew sighed. He'd only known Grisha personally for a few days, but he'd been able to recognise a man of drive and determination. He could also see a great deal of compassion in him as well. Right now his care for others was being overridden. Whether it was out of a desire for revenge or for the greater good of Humanity he didn't know. "I know you're right. I just don't like it much. Are you sure you can handle Riess?"

"Yes. I feel terrible about this though; from what I can tell she's a good person. His influence is on her though, and we have to get the power free."

"What about, her?"

"The Riesses don't bring her to the chapel with them. It makes them feel uncomfortable."

"What about afterwards?"

"That's why we have to get out of here so fast. I'll be relying on you to get me through though; I'm not much of one for fighting."

"Don't you worry about that Doctor. Fighting is my family's profession, as it has been for nigh on three hundred years. I just hope I get to go home and see Matthias again."

"Keep yourself together and go through the plan, and we'll both see our sons again."

"Right."

The sound of a bell tolling the hour echoed through the dark night. Twelve o'clock. Without another word the two men stood up and crossed out into the moonlight clearing. As they approached the small stone building the two guards on the door turned to face them. Realising straight away what was going on they both raised their muskets to fire. Andrew's arm moved in a single clean motion, the sword blade flashing bright silver in the pale light.