[note: so this story was inspired from nothingness. Well not exactly. I was listening to Eden by Kalafina while searching for Valkyrie in AGG wikia and… suddenly I have a name. then I was listening to more of Yuki Kajiura's songs while roleplaying in instagram and then I got the idea to write the first sentence of this story… then BAM! The idea hits me like a huge tsunami. I can't resist to type it so yeah. Thank you for Meshi-chan aka the one and only kamece for helping me with the OC and story3! It means a lot! And last but TOTALLY not least, thank you for you guys who read this!]

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Even a warrior would fall. I am no exception. In fact, no one is. But it depends on you what to fall to. Would you fall to your death, or would you fall to your happiness?

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The day went as a blur to me.

Well, okay no, not exactly as a blur. I would be very lucky if it does though. Speeches could get boring at times. Wait, no, speeches are boring all the time. Seriously, listening to their endless preaches about "We are humanity's last hope," and "Defeat the titans" are simply bo to the ring. People's speeches these days are all about defeating titans and other similar things. Okay, I admit it, I do want to crush those motherfudgies to death, but people need to invent more inspirational speeches if they want to move others. They talk about the same thing in every occasion. It gets old.

Oh, wait. I haven't introduced myself yet have I? Sorry for being rude (and yes, deep inside, I'm not sorry, at all). The name's Eden Valkyrie. I'm fifteen. I just graduated from this 105th squad thingy and apparently is one of the top ten graduates. I'm short, merely 153cms tall. And I weight about 48kgs. What else? Oh yeah. I'm often sarcastic, have no respect for my superior, and I have the oddest super fiery red hair in the world. And yeah, I hate being confined inside the walls—they're annoying, you know. When you want to look as far as you could and then BAM! Giant wall's blocking your way!—so yes, I chooses the scouting legion—and promptly got smacked across the head by a classmate of mine for he said that 'You're wasting your chance to become a police and live safe, idiot!'—and yeah.

Among approximately two hundred and eighty trainees—I don't even know how the number increases around 40% than before—only fifty six joined the scouting legion. Six of them are from the top ten—me, Arlo, Aria, Jasper, Cephas, and Hattie. And yes, it is purely coincident that there are three girls and three boys. And apparently, among thirty three that joined, I am one of the three that caught Corporal Rivaille's attention. And so yes, here I am, in his office room, standing in front of him, scrutinizing me, waiting for him to speak. Cephas and Jasper had been briefed on about what the heck is happening and why did the three of us are the only ones who were allowed to skip another pointless speech—not that I'm complaining.

After eyeing me head to toe with his freaky eyes—they're freaking scary I'd tell you—he sighed and put one of his arms on the table, leaning his face there. "So you're Eden Valkyrie?" The heck? So he eyed me up and down like some freaking inspector and he's still not sure that I'm Eden? Seriously, I'm the only one here with freaking red hair so bright it looks like it's on fire and freaking green eyes! Are those not proofs enough to you?! But yes, even if I don't have any respect for my superior, this is the 'Humanity's Strongest Soldier' we're talking about, so I nod. Yes. I freaking nod like an idiot when the typical response was 'Sir, yes sir!'. "You're shorter than what I imagined you'll be."

"You're not my definition of tall too." Oh shit. Did I just say that to the freaking Lance Corporal Rivaille? Oh shit. I'm dead. Curse my mind! Curse my freaking mouth! Fuck you, thank you very much!

He snorted, his eyes filled with emotions that practically shout 'I'm-super-annoyed-you-bitch', and mine were like 'I'm-freaking-sorry-corporal'. It won't work, I know. People called him heartless, after all. But at least I tried, right?

…how ironic. I trained myself to fight fifteen meters titans and I'm going to die in the hands of 1.6 meters human.

"So do you know why I called you here?" I shook my head slowly, silently thanking anything out there for stopping him from killing me. "Judging from your data, you've killed four titans solo a year ago, correct?" insert me nodding here. "My squad has been killed a year ago by a titan shifter. And the only ones in my special operation squad right now are Mikasa Ackerman, Eren Jaeger, and Armin Arlert. And I'm recruiting you and your two other friends to join mine."

Wait? Did I just hear right? There would be no way the almighty one man army is asking me, the sarcastic, annoying, and bratty girl, right? I think I'm gaping right now. Ugh. Way to humiliate myself. Shit. "U-urm… you're not… joking?" He gave me an incredulous look, and I could feel myself shrinking further and further and further and—okay you get the drill. "…okay?"

"I want a proper answer, not a question." He retaliates, glaring at me with those freaky eyes.

"…sir, yes sir!"

And thus, my day as Corporal Rivaille's underling began.

I was as frozen as a stone statue when I walked out of his office room. Cephas and Jasper grinned when they saw my reaction. Hattie merely blinked at me while tying her platinum blonde hair up. Aria giggled, poking her twin brother, Arlo, to shake him from his deep thought. Once he noticed that I was out, however, he immediately stands, grabs my shoulder, and proceed to shake the life out of me. "Eden!" he shouted, making almost all of the people that were walking in the hallways eyed us strangely. "Are you okay?! Did that corporal do something to you?! I swear, if he lays his hand on you then I'll fucking strangle him and—"

"Shut up Arlo," I hissed, glaring up at the taller brown-haired teenage. He quickly shuts his mouth, but his face is still painted with evident displeasure. "First of all, no he didn't, and even if he did, you have no rights to do anything to him. You don't even have the power to do anything to him." He looked away, face red from anger. "And didn't Cephas and Jasper tell you… anything?"

Shaking his head, he glared at the two boys with a scowl. "They didn't. They told Aria and Hattie but not me." Turning his head back to me, his glare fades away into something similar to worry—of why would he worry about this, I didn't know. "Now tell me already."

So I told him everything—after comfortably sitting down beside a blank-faced Hattie of course. He had this super huge scowl that my friends called hot—to me, it's freaking ugly I want to spit on his face. Don't tell him that—and he was glaring at his boots. It's pretty immature to glare at a pair of innocent boots, but I'm not going to tell him that. I've had enough on my plate already, and I'm not going to add a cranky Arlo on my list. There's a reason to why he's fourth in rank, after all. "And that's what pretty much happens…"

He groaned, eyeing the sky above with the ultimate scowl, biting his lips while one hand is running over his hair. That's a pose that literally translates as 'I'm-so-fucking-pissed-I-can-even-exterminate-all- titans' and that means hell. "And you accepted his offer, just like that?" Oh no. His voice is too calm to be normal… I'm in deep trouble.

But apparently, my brain and mouth doesn't seem to be thinking the same thing. "Heck, yes." Oh no. Mouth, stop whatever you are doing now. "It's an honor to be offered in his squad. There's no way I'm going to refuse it. And it's not like I could. He's the commanding officer, it could be an order for all I know. So yeah, I accepted—"

I was, however, cut off by a super pissed brown-eyed brunette yanking my collar, glaring at me with all his might. "Idiot!" he shouted, using his height to his full advantage. Curse myself for being so short. Wait, now is not the right time to think of something like this. "You can't just accept it like that! It's dangerous! You'll be leaving our side in the mission! You have no one to cover for you in the battlefield! Idi—"

"Woah, what?" I've been relatively patient earlier, but saying something like that is simply unforgivable. "I don't need anyone to protect me, and even if I do, I won't need your help. I graduated with higher points than you. I'm working for Corporal Rivaille who is way stronger than you, and could obviously protect me better than you. I graduated third among hundreds, that means something." Glaring at him, I swatted his hands away from my collar, trying my best not to flinched when I hit the ground—he yanked me that high up in the air, yes, he's that tall thank you. "And you have no right to rule what I'm about to do. Me entering the scouting legion means that I am willing to die for humanity, so shut the fuck up. You're not my father, he died long ago. You're obviously not my mother. You are only a friend of mine so shut up."

After glaring at him one last time, I walked away to my room, leaving four flabbergasted teammates of mine to take care of the broken-looking Arlo.

[End note: AND THAT CONCLUDES THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THIS FIC. Thank you very much for reading. Review please? Ahaha. Thank you!]