I'm being a lazy fricker with the other story and I really wanna continue it, but I'm just being a lazy fricker, I'm so sorry. The rating might change because I want this to be pretty dark later on. Maybe, I dunno omg. ANYWAY~ So, after crying about it for 1000 years with Ravioli (KhronoKameleon), and coming up with idea's and stuff, I decided to work on this fic where Eren is a missing Prince! You could only guess just where I got this idea from xD Hope you guys enjoy v u v
Eren- Turkish origin; meaning "Holy/saint person or being."
Zolnerowich- Russian origin; meaning "Son of the soldier."
Jaeger- German origin; meaning "Hunter."
Time.
Had anyone truly had a firm grip of time and it's value?
Because I certainly hadn't. The value of time escaped me the way sand would trickle out from in between my fingers. Did anyone else ever feel like this? Did anyone ever take time that we had for granted? Did anyone truly understand the meaning of time? Did… anyone truly care? I know I hadn't; being born in a place where I was showered with jewels and riches, it never truly occurred to me just how precious time was. The only time it ever mattered for me was when my father would scoop me up and bring me to bed, still making me laugh the entire time. That is when time truly mattered for I didn't want to sleep. My over active body wanted to run, wanted to play. But whenever my father gave me that look, my eyes would have no choice but to finally close.
Other than nights like this, time was not a single factor in my life.
To others, like my father, he was the one that cared about time more then anything. "We're Royal. We cannot arrive late to a Party just for you.", he had spoken, so gentle, while I had been fighting against everyone who'd tried to dress me. It was when he gave me his stern look once more, the same he would give me before bed, so I had to force myself to straighten up. Time wasn't a factor in my mind when my mother walked in and kissed my father full on the lips. Time wasn't a factor in my mind when my sister walked in, pulling on her own dress lightly, a little annoyed that she had to wear something so puffy. Time wasn't a factor in my mind when my father had grabbed my mothers hand in a light touch, before letting go and stating he'll wait in the Dancing Hall, grabbing my little sister lightly, gently pushing her out the room, leaving my mother and I alone.
When she turns to me, she kneels down, reaching around her own neck and taking something off. "This was my mothers." she had said in a soft voice, opening my hand and gently laying down. "She'd want you to have it more than anything." While I stared at it, she had also pulled out something from a small red and black purse. "This was also my mother's." she once more says, "She actually told me to give this to you for this day. She can't make it. She left." Taking a glimpse at it, I reject it, thinking it was a jewelry box and it would be better suited for her other child. My mother just hands me the box, telling me that the only thing that will open it is the key in my hands. Taking the key in a firm grip, it slowly turns. It clicks and a glow returned to my eyes. A soft tune begins playing and I quickly say that this was our song. The family song. She smiles softly before both her and I began softly singing;
"On the wind,
Cross the sea.
Hear this song and remember.
Soon you'll be home with me.
Once upon a December."
It closes on it's own, before my mother had leaned in and kissed my forehead.
"Happy Birthday my little Prince."
I had smiled widely and said thank you to her and smiled. "Read what is says", she tells me. Confused, I looked down and indeed, little carvings on the base of the key was seen:
{Together in Paris.}
I was shocked but hugged my mother tightly. She laughed at my reaction, petting my hair down.
"Now lets go."
She bought me out, holding my hand the entire time, after I had put the key to open the music box on and left the music box in my room. Music blares from the instruments, many dances. I run from my mother and begin to dance with my sister, twirling her around. I remember her laugh, her lightly pushing me. We danced for a while. That's when she noticed my key and asked what it was. I had explained to her what mother gave me, and she was overwhelmed. We begun running around either singing the song, or just chasing each other. I remember spinning and banging into someone as well. Steel blue comes through my vision and I hear someone quickly mutter through eating an apple "I'm sorry—-" but is cut off suddenly when they're lifted into the air. "Levi, you're suppose to be in the kitchen!" I didn't even get a chance to truly process anything that happened. Neither did the other child. But hands had gripped around mine and soon enough, I was dancing again, dancing the night away.
Time wasn't a factor in my mind.
My father had gripped me by my shoulders, dragging me back while my mother held my sister tightly. A chill had sprinted down my spine, and eerie setting creeping onto the once brightly covered Hall. Pushing me towards my mother, he walks. A man in a cloak, a smirk resting on his features, something was wrapped around his wrist but my mother turned me around as well as my sister, so we didn't have to see what's happening. I could see steel-blue eyes looking once more. It was the kitchen boy again. He looked confused on what had happened, and just who the man before my father was. Before I could wonder what he was doing here, I could hear my father's voice boom out.
"How dare you set foot here in the Palace?!"
The man takes a deep breath, faking innocence.
"B-but your Majesty! I am your strannik!"
"Strannik?! How dare you!? You're just a man I banished from the very lands of my Kingdom!"
"You cannot banish me! I, Reiner Braun, banish you with a curse! I will not rest until you and your family is dead! And I shall be ruler of your kingdom!"
I had heard something fall and shatter everywhere, but my mother refused to let me take a look. My heart was beating faster. And yet, even though this man had spoken those words, time was still not a factor in my mind. It didn't occur to me just how long I had to live. Time slipped out of me while fear replaced it.
It felt like years before my mother rushed both my sister and I towards a different room. Kitchen boy's eyes watch us, as if he needs to remember just where we were heading just in case.
Time finally matters when 30 minutes later, as my mother urged us to get a couple of things and head to her sleeping chambers, a loud crash is heard. Servants begin screaming.
That's when I could finally see different colors illuminate the night floor. Chants and screams are being thrown at us and my mother grabs us both, forgetting her previous statement. "We must go now!", she had yelled, tears stinging her eyes. I'm being forced to run suddenly, my sister looking down as we run and I look down as well.
Suddenly…
Realization hits me and I forced myself out of my mothers grip. My mother turns, my own voice screaming I need my music box. My sister follows behind, I could tell because my mother calls out to us both. I rush into my room, opening where I had hid it, grabbing it quickly. My sister smacks me and tells me I'm insane before saying we have to get back to mom.
Suddenly, steel-blue comes in my vision again, shoulder length black hair, slightly messed up. "There's no time!", he says, grabbing us both and shoving us towards my wall. "I know another way! Through here!"
He opens the wall.
He shoves both my sister and I in, but my hand is suddenly made out of butter as my music box falls out my palm. I try to leave to get it, but he shoves me back in, concern written on his face as well as panic. "Get back!" Before I know it, I'm running, snow knee deep. Under a bridge. Short cut my sister says and I almost slip and realize it's ice. Snow, not as deep, covering it. What's with everyone and short cuts? I don't—-
"Got you!"
I'm dragged down, hands gripping tightly at my ankle. "I won't let you get away!" I scream and struggle against his grasp. I almost begin begging before anger flairs through my veins and a good kick to the nose make him let go. Blood leaves him, and he yelps. The ice under him breaks and with nothing to help him back up, slowly, he begins to sink. My sister grabs my shoulders and bring me back to my feet, asking all types of different questions. I hear someone else' voice, another person jumps down and goes to grab the hand out of the water but was too late. My sister forces me to run before the person actually took notice of us.
Reaching the main road, which was packed, my sister, with the help of someone, hops on the trailer passing.
"Mikasa!"
"Grab my hand!"
Both are crying and she's panicking.
"Don't let go!"
"Please don't leave me!"
Someone shoves me, my body falling, my sister's eyes widening big time. I reach for her, but my hand ends up grabbing the red scarf I had given her when my parents adopted her; a couple of years back.
Before colliding with the floor, I hear my sister's choked up voice scream, "Eren!"
I had blacked out when I actually hit the floor, silence piercing my ears though I'm pretty sure screams had surrounded me….
…
…wait…
…what was happening…?
"Whoa there!", a young women says, "Look at you, so thin. You can't be no older then 8…" Green eyes stare blankly, knees huddled closely to his chest. Clothes battered and dirty, as well as skin. The only thing that was really intact was the red scarf that he wore, covering his face. Chestnut hair up to his shoulders, into a messy pony tail. The women clicks her tongue before gently grabbing the boys hand and bring him on his feet. She then wipes off any dirt that clung onto him. "What's your name?" she says, smiling softly when she finishes. The boy stares, the full concept of the question escaping him. What was his name? Something with an... wait... what letter did it even start with...? E…? It was E right?
"Well, hun what's your name?"
A voice, broken and scratched, screeched through his head, "Eri-"
"…my… my name is… Eri…"
Something close to that… right? That's what he heard... right?
The women smiles and gently begins walking with Eri next to her. "I work at an Orphanage not to far from here. I could bring you there, Eri. Would you like that?"
The boy just nods his head, looking down after.
The only thing flashing through his head was bright colors, cold waters, screams loud enough to give him a migraine and… a beautiful color of steel-blue…
But those only last a few seconds. Nothing to truly help him on who he was…
…what happened…?