PROLOGUE
There wasn't much before the walls were first erected. At least that's what I've been told. I have very little memory of being taken up onto wall Maria as a small child, staring over the vast green hills of the surrounding countryside, dotted with the crumbling ruins of farming cottages from the days of old. I often thought to myself whilst I was up there; 'How has humanity come to this? To be pushed back from a vast and ever expanding race spanning the entire continent, to cornered animals clinging onto the last bit of hope we have left to survive?' Until now I have never understood how to explain 'hope' in this situation, I mean 'hope' would give the impression that we could stand a chance in this war against the titans, but as of yet, after decades of countless lives being lost, and endless research, nothing has been unearthed explaining how we could end this madness and restore humanity to how we were, to how we should be. But one question still remains above all; for how long can the entireity of the human race rely on 'hope' when there is no progress? When the titans break down our walls and destroy everyone and everything we hold dear, can we still hope?
I never knew what attracted me more to the walls. Over time I grew accustomed to how blind we all were to the outside world and what horrors lie in wait for us. I'd imagine I see the walls as a guardian, sent down from the gods to protect human-kind in our hour of need. Well, that's what the local preacher's been ranting on about. Even as I write this I can hear him roaming the streets shouting psalms and crazed assumptions about the walls. But everyone has to find solace in something, right? Many a time I take a stroll along the walls and find myself baffled at the amount of people speaking to the walls, just as I speak to you now, about trivial subjects like what their friend did the previous day or their current relationship issues as if wall Maria could reply with words of wisdom. I don't look down on these people, well at least not in a metaphorical sense, I do in a literal sense as you know, I'm on the wall and they're on the ground, but that's going off-topic.
Now I can picture you reading this when I mentioned that I'm currently writing this, and I can picture you assuming that because I'm safe inside my house overlooking the busy market square that you're going to be reading my analysis on my day-to-day life as well as the people I live it with. Well you may be right, but my day-to-day life is a whole lot more interesting than you may assume. Or at least it was, which is why I'm sitting alone in my house, listening to people socializing outside while I sit here writing my life story to be read by people I've never met or I'll likely never meet.
This is my story.