It was a casual day here in the 'Jaeger' household. My mother was preparing lunch for us in the wooden kitchen area, us being my father and myself. She wore her brown dress, this one with minimal holes, and her semi-white semi-molded apron she always wore. I would say I live a happy life, others may beg to differ; others being those who live behind the protected walls of Wall Sina. Oh yeah, the walls. I forgot to mention the fact that the entire population is surrounded by walls. We are not allowed outside, unless you're apart of the fearless "Survey Corps". Anyway, there are three walls: Wall Maria, Wall Rose, and Wall Sina. They are, well some call them "God", but let's just go with they are what protect us from the hell-raising Titans that could easily devour our whole population within a few days. I am a protected and loved 9 year old boy. Things couldn't be better!
Well, actually, they could. As my mother placed my bowl of…whatever that mush was, in front of my face I saw her glance up at my father, who was halfway staring at me and halfway pretending to stare at his notebook. I decided to ignore it. Maybe I just looked funny or somethin', who knows? "Eren.." My father tossed his notebook to the side and looked me dead in the eyes. "We need to talk." I laughed nervously for a bit, "If this is about breaking Maryrose's new bike I already apologized. Besides, her big butt would of broken it the second she got on it. I was honestly doing her a favor." My mom gave me this glare. I've come to call it the 'Death Glare'. "No," my father spoke abruptly, "Follow me. We need…" there was a slight pause as my father exhaled loudly before finishing his statement, "to talk, Eren. Follow me and let your mother handle the chores."
We walked outside. Past the houses, past the people, past my friends in the street, and past Maryrose, who still hated me by the way.
Where could we be going? This didn't add up. Finally, we stopped. We were in the middle of the forest with no one around. My father placed his hand in his pocket, "Eren. You know I love you and that you're a great child, but…" I didn't let him finish. My own assumptions took over as I took a few steps back. "I didn't mean to break the bike! What is that?! A gun?! You're going to kill me?! Your only son?! I'll never act up again! Dad, I promi.." He held up a hand. " Son…you're an idiot. Will you let me finish?" I simply nodded as he continued his previous statement. "As I was saying, you're a great child but I do see something..well, indifferent about you."
"Indifferent?"
"Yes, indifferent. There's something inside of you, yearning to get out. You have two passions. Let's call them 'Oxymoron Passions'. One, you have a passion for killing and violence; not that you've killed before, but you are violent. Two, you have a passion to help others. Two totally different passions, put into one boy."
I looked down at the ground, trying to process what all this meant. "So, what? Is that it? I need to calm down?" As I was speaking, my father pulled out a medium-sized needle. Filled to the brim with some sort of pink liquid. "Dad….?" He stepped closer to me and grabbed my arm, immobilizing me. "Son, calm down. You won't remember a thing after this enters your blood stream. Use your power to only hurt those trying to hurt your loved ones. Everything you need to know will be in the basement when the time comes. I love you, Eren." My father pushed the needle into my vein before I could get a word out. My questions went unanswered and I would never remember them to ask again.
My mind went blank. I woke up in my bed the next day, and I remembered nothing. Things are about to get weird in the 'Jaeger' household…