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Backstory: In the year 850, after the failed mission to capture the Female Titan, Eren Yeager met a young girl by the name of Luna. He soon learned that she was the granddaughter of the king. However, she was no ordinary eight-year-old. Eren learned that she, by accident, discovered a shocking truth about the titans. And after ten long years, humanity had finally claimed victory over the titans. Then Luna, at the age of nineteen, took the role of humanities leader. She treated everyone fairly. And with the fall of the walls, the young empire expanded greatly. Unfortunately, three years into the era of peace and humanities Industrial Revolution, humanity lost Eren in a horrible accident involving a new type of rifle. Humanity mourned the loss of it's greatest hero, and Luna only had herself to blame.
March 20, 858 4:32 PM
Mikasa Ackerman sat slump in her chair. Her backed ached from the terribly long day. She sat the half empty wine glass on the table in front of her. Mikasa wasn't a heavy drinker. She only drank when she wanted to escape her troubles, but no matter how much wine she gulped down, her greatest trouble just wouldn't go away. "Eren," she whispered. It's been three years, but the shock of the accident still rang clear in her head. Her adoptive brother, her friend...the man she loved...was gone. Mikasa tried to not think of him, to move on, but he kept creeping back into her thoughts. Come on, stop thinking about the past, she thought to herself, your on vacation.
Mikasa stood, wine glass in hand, and began to walk around, taking in the simpleness of the small town she was in. The town looked like a mix of old and new. A large horse ranch sat behind her and a newly built train station, that was currently buzzing with life, sat comfortably off to her right. Children played in the streets and an old couple feed small birds in the park nearby. Mikasa sighed. Many of these people, old and young, probably don't remember the way it was years ago. When the titans fed fear into our hearts and your brother would turn against you, just to save his own skin. It's most likely that some people choose to forget, to let go of the past so they could move on.
Mikasa sipped some wine, thankful that those days are gone forever. Though, she does wish tha-smack! Boxes fell and little knick knacks spilled out into the dirt road, some breaking on impact. "I-I'm so sorry sir," Mikasa apologized as she shook off the bit of dizziness that the wine gave her," I wasn't watching where I was going."
"No need for apologies," the man chuckled. He sat the many boxes down and bent down to pick up the pieces.
"Here. Let me help you," Mikasa sat the wine glass on the ground then bent down to help him," I've had one to many."
The man laughed, "Yea, alcohol'll do that do ya. Now now, don't bother with these little things. I was plannin' to throw them away anyways."
"You sure?" Mikasa fiddled with the few pieces she had picked up.
"Of course," the man smiled, his tired eyes looked at her sincerely, " A solider that fought against the titans don't need to be bothered with stuff like this."
"O-Okay," Mikasa stood up and gave the pieces tot he man. She watched the man as he picked up every little piece. I guess some people still think about those terrible days, she thought. She retrieved her wine glass from the ground and continued walking aimlessly. Mikasa soon found herself in the town's market place. Fresh fruit and meat stared back at her. She covered her stomach as it growled for food. Mikasa sat the wind glass down next to some apples and dug into her pockets. She groaned, not enough for a full meal. How much of this trip did she spend intoxicated? Mikasa closed her eyes to think.
"Would that be all sir?" an elderly lady's voice caught her attention.
"Yes," a familiar male voice answered," Thank you." Mikasa opened her eyes and turned towards the familiar voice. She could almost recognize the voice. Was it...no, it couldn't be. Maybe that wine was really getting to her. Still, Mikasa found herself walking to where she heard it come from. The closer she got to the spot the more her mind wanted to believe it was. When she got to where she heard the voice she scanned the area. Then something-or someone-caught her eye. She saw a man. A tall, hooded man. He was facing away from her, and yet for some reason Mikasa felt like she knew him more than anybody else in the world. The man collected his bags and left the lady's store.
Mikasa followed him quietly. Something was off about this person, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep at night until she knew who this was. Mikasa pressed herself against the wall of an old market building and slowly peeked her head around the corner. She watched as the man hurry to some old, abandoned buildings. Mikasa's solider instincts kicked in. This man-who ever he is-might be up to something illegal. Once the man disappeared behind one of the buildings Mikasa hurried across open area to the buildings. She bent down at a corner and peered out. The man was strapping his belongings to a white horse. He began to climb onto it's back.
Mikasa jumped out into view," Stop!" She saw the man's body tense up, she most likely caught him off guard. "Who are you? And...why are you acting so suspicious?" The man hesitated for a second before stepping away from his horse. He turned and looked at Mikasa. At that second it felt like the world around her stopped. She started at him and she felt the wine glass slip out her hand and heard it shatter all over the ground. There, standing in front of her, was her adoptive brother, her friend...the man she loved. "Eren...," escaped her lips. Mikasa snapped out of her stare and stepped back a bit. "I've have to much wine," she placed a hand on her forehead as she closed her eyes.
The man looked at her and smiled. "You seem sober to me," he said softly. Mikasa's eyes snapped open. The full realization came to her. It was Eren! Tears rolled down Mikasa's cheeks. Then she realized that she was running towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Mikasa buried her face in his chest, in hopes that Eren wouldn't her her sobs. Then she felt Eren's arms wrap around her waist. They shared a hug for a few seconds before Mikasa forced herself to pull away. She was crying in front of Eren, Mikasa felt embarrassed. "W-What happened? Where have you been?"
"It's...a long story," Eren sighed. He tried to speak again, but the sudden and loud noise of the nearby train's engine cut him off. Spooked by the sound Eren's horse reared up before galloping away. Eren tried to grab the reins, but the horse was already gone. "Dam," Eren cursed under his breath. He sighed, " Come on."
"Wait, aren't you going to tell me why and how your alive?" Mikasa asked.
"This isn't the place," Eren whispered," They might be watching."
Eren and Mikasa walked in silence. Mikasa's head ached for both shock and confusion. She was there to watch. She saw him die. Then again, so did Armin, during the Battle of Trost. Mikasa sighed, she just wanted to lie down. She looked at Eren. Why is he hiding his face? she thought, And why does he seem so on edge?
When they got to the small park they stood far enough away from the few people still around so they couldn't hear, but not far enough for them to get suspicious of them. "So," Mikasa could fell the awkwardness between them," what happened? How are you alive?"
"Well, to start," Eren paused," to be honest I think I really did die."
Mikasa felt confused, " But, how are you here then?"
"You see," Eren thought back to the accident," when that bullet hit me, everything felt like it was in slow motion. I could hear your guys screams. Then it felt as if the world vanished. I almost felt weightless. When I opened my eyes everything was white...Mikasa...my mom was standing in front of me." Mikasa took in every word, though on the inside she felt like she wanted to scream here lungs out.
"She...extended her hand towards me. She was smiling, like...she was so happy to see me," Eren continued," I wanted to run to her, to hug her and never let go, but then...the memory of her dying flashed in my head. I pulled away from her. She looked confused. She said 'What's wrong Eren? Don't you want to know how proud I am of you?' "
Mikasa saw the discomfort on Eren's face, having to retell all that. "You don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable," Mikasa offered.
"No, it's fine," Eren said," Anyways, right after she said that both her and the white around us faded out and I felt a jolt of electricity. When I opened my eyes an old guy was looking over me. Then when he saw that I was conscience he started shout 'Eureka! My invention worked!' Or whatever that's suppose to mean."
"He...brought you back to life?" Mikasa didn't know if she wanted to believe if such a thing was possible. Yet here stand the proof that something like that can be real.
"It took a while to recover from the wound and," Eren pulled down the collar of his shirt to reveal a scar where the bullet from the rifle had hit him," He managed to remove the bullet. He said that I was lucky that that it didn't hit my heart. If it hit a few inched to left then I'd most likely stay dead. "
Mikasa felt like she wanted to hug him again, then to slap him for dying on her again. Then she remembered something important," We've got to the captial. Luna needs to see you. She blames herslef for what happened."
"Well, lucky her," Eren chuckled," I was heading there in the first place."
"Then lets get going," Mikas said confidently. As the turned to leave the park Mikasa felt an uneasiness from Eren. He didn't look at her during that entire conversation. He was scanning the area, as if he was expecting someone to appear. What's wrong Eren? she thought.