Disclaimer: Shingeki No Kyojin doesn't belong to me. The OCs, though, do.
Welcome! If you're reading this story, i'd like to give some warnings before you move on. There will be spoilers of the manga and the anime, obviously. The storyline will change a bit, but not too much. It begins in the year 840, ten years before the events that start the manga.
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Prologue
"Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices still are overthrown; our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own."
William Shakespeare
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Year 840
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It was a nice, warm afternoon and the sun was slowly going down, coloring the sky of shades of pink, orange and purple. It was a truly beautiful sight to behold, and if she could, she would stare at it for as long as it went. Her long, silky hair was spread around her head, falling onto the green grass, and her arms were wide open. She looked weird, she knew it. If anyone passed by and saw her lying there, they might think she had finally gone crazy. She didn't care, though. It was her moment, right there, staring at the darkening sky.
The silent tears falling together with rays of sun didn't mean she was sad, quite the opposite, actually. She was crying of happiness. At some point, a giggle even escaped her lips, and she clapped her mouth shut as if the sound would show her position when she didn't want to be found.
"It's the girl, the oldest." She had heard someone say when she was passing by the corridor earlier that day. "As you may imagine, everyone expected his daughter, not the niece. But what can we do? At least they're the same bloodline."
"Oh, for Ymir! I imagine how she is feeling right now. He had such expectations for her."
"Well, it is not happening. Not anymore."
Never once did she actually stop to listen fully. Oh, no. It wasn't like her to do something like that – so rude, so impolite. She kept on walking, her head high and proud, as always, not a signal that she had heard anything showing on her face. She walked, and walked, until she had finally left the confinement of her home; then, she run. She didn't know why, but suddenly her whole body felt like it was alive. She was like a candle that had been long off lit into fire again. Her flame burned, and it burned high.
Her feet carried her in the direction of her favorite place in her family property. It was an open field, surrounded with pine trees and a wide variety of wild flowers; she went all the way to the middle, throwing her body there and rolling around, giggling and crying.
I'm free.