Prologue: The Lost One
A/N
Hi there, Addie here! Omg, I'm excited to be releasing the first chapter of this story!
This chapter's title is a small reference to L from 'Death Note', as his name L Lawliet means 'Lost One'. I just found this really suiting to Levi's situation in this chapter.
Anyway! I'll be giving notifying readers of ages of different characters soon, I just don't want to spoil the whole plot yet. This chapter contains manga SPOILERS, including Levi's past with Kenny. Read at your own discretion.
Levi is 4 years old in this chapter.
This story is rated T for death, violence and deep scenes in later chapters. Possible romance.
Rating may change to M, just because I've seen many other writers do so for Levi's strong language.
Disclaimer:
I, as the author of this fan fiction does not, in any way, profit from the story and that all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator, Hajime Isayama. I only own my OC, Raya Rödiguez.
All thanks to him for creating such a moving and detailed manga called 'Attack on Titan'.
Bound by heart
Raya and Levi have been soulmates for as long as they can remember. As skilled fighters from beyond the Walls, they are sent to infiltrate the ranks as sleeping agents, only to awaken when called to aid the rebellion against the current royal family. Using inherited gifts from their family names, Levi Ackerman and Raya Rodríguez are determined to stay strong despite the challenges ahead that attempt to waver their spirit and crumble their loyalty to one another.
Betrayal and heart-break, death and sorrow will follow them. But will they be left unbroken enough to face the real challenge?
Love.
Ice cold.
That was the only thing he could feel. The type of cold that wound its way around your bones like ivy slowly licking life out of a tree. The unpleasant stench of death and decay hung in the room like a dead man's noose, eerily still as the dim lighting of the room flicked almost dangerously, threatening to die out.
A hand dangled from the edge of the bed, lifeless as its owner, the arm attached to it barely supported the clump of flesh and bone. Hair matted with dry sweat framed the breath less figure, a human too fast asleep.
Beside the bed crouched a silent mourner, a young child not yet capable of feeling loss and pain, who witnessed the death with little understanding, quietly shivering in the unmerciful cold.
Silence accompanied the limp shadow, pitying it for its unfortunate fate.
A creaking sound suddenly resonated down one of dark halls, followed confidently by the light, though unmistakable trod of heavy boots.
The shadow of the boy weakly twitched his head, inclining his ears to the foreign sound.
As the footsteps grew to a crescendo, the child slowly pondered about his actions.
The echoing of the intruder halted at the entrance to the door, silence stumbling along with it.
A broad, hooded figure advanced cautiously into the room, pausing slightly at the sight of the corpse on the worn bed.
"Dead."
A single syllable reached the boy's ears, who tried to stay dead still despite the constant shivering.
Unfortunately, the figure still caught sight of a small child in the midst of the darkness.
"Who are you?" The figure demanded, voice penetrating the lumbering silence, looming over the boy.
Slowly, but surely, the boy stuttered out.
"Levi…just Levi"
Upon hearing the youthfulness of the voice, the tall man rose a brow, surprise overcoming him.
"Her son then? Hn, so I'm an uncle." The broad shouldered man muttered, then louder to his new found nephew "Levi huh? Name's Kenny."
Kenny stuck his hand out towards the boy, a seeming open gesture of welcoming, which oddly contrasted his usual demeanor.
"Well then Levi, why don't you come with me?"
There was no response, then a timid hand rose to meet strong, calloused ones.
The two figures rose and the boy named Levi felt he had been lifted from the shadows, trusting the man he now knew to be Kenny. But the reality of life had yet to dawn on him, though already it had orphaned him and smeared a mark of its unending cruelty upon his soul.
Hands that had once dripped from the blood of his enemies held small, innocent ones that have yet to experience, staining them with his evil too.
A/N
Finally, my first chapter of my first ever fan fiction is completed! How long I've wanted to do this, I dunno but I hope you've enjoyed it. It's probably too early for you to decide whether or not you like this sort of stuff but comments and constructive criticism is valued. Anything you perhaps want to see? Tell me!
Next chapter I may do stuff about the life Kenny and Levi had for a while (if so, I'll just summarize up the four years they spent together) or I could go into after Kenny leaves and Levi's first encounter with Raya.
Btw, I am sticking loosely to the cannon, but Levi will be part of a rebel group outside the walls.
Tell me which one you want to see for the next chapter!
Until then!
-Aurora