Attack On Titan Fanfic

I lived within the wall Maria growing up as a child, My family was by no means poor, but some times we did scrape to get by. My parents also were a bit different than other parents now that I reflect back. They insisted that I be able to speak what they called French. As they told me, long ago before the walls had been erected people far and wide spoke different languages and had different nationalities then gathered themselves into countries according to their beliefs.

Having this ability or skill they told me would make me stand out, and helped shape me. Their only daughter, Seraphin Claribel Olivette. Oh how I hated my name so, even still I come to loath it late in the night as I lay awake. All that bloody name did was get me picked on by the other kids. Sure my five older brothers would look after me when they could. But I hated that too.

Being treated like a child. Like a little girl who cannot protect herself and is too weak to put up any sort of a fight. The oldest of us was Dimitri. He definitely saw me as the baby of the house, and though he left to join the Garrison would often come home and dote on me. Thinking back to him now, I loved him so, and if not on his insistence I would not have been a good student.

The twins and rebels were Nathanael, and Matthieu, my mother would always scold them for being too "rough" with me. I think I loved them the most though. They taught me all the things I would really need in life. How to fight, how to run, and most importantly how to hide. Those two heelions would run me into the ground with play fights and games as though I just another brother.

Nicolieu was the next youngest after them. He was always quiet, and preffered reading a book over working with the rest of the men in our house. He also liked science which was growing into a dangerous hobby with the governments restrictions on certain types of books. He got his hands on them somehow though. And late at night I would crawl into his bed after a nightmare and he would read me to sleep. He had a wonderfully soft voice which simply lulled me into a blissful rest.

And then there was Olivier. He was the closest to my age, only a year apart. He was mothers' favorite as well. When it soon became apparent that I was not the doll like daughter she had dreamed about she doted on him. I never minded. They would cook and manage the house together and they were merry. How could I have possibly protested that? The truth was, Olivier was different too. He hated wrestling with the other boys. He hated science and all the other books father tried to get him to read. All he wanted to do was sit under the trees and watch the sky and the clouds.

Vaguely I remember a day where he grabbed me from my bed early in the morning and brought me outside to watch the sun come up. He was so entranced and still that I thought I may still be dreaming. He would later carry my small form back to bed before anyone got up and caught us. He was always dragging me around to random places. Always quiet and always very pretty, but he pointed out the least pretty things about them in his ever happy voice.

"you know Seraphin" he would start as we watched a bird fly overhead clutching a snake in its' talons "the bird may die still, snakes can fight back even without wings or claws. He may only get one strike at the bird, but still, it is a chance to survive"

"Olivier! You are so weird, no wonder the twins pick on you. Serene and happy one moment then morbid and still cheeky the next" I would exclaim and he would just laugh and look to the sky with a look I could never identify.

But then again all my brothers were odd; all so very different. Dimitri was tall and broad built for the work of a carpenter. His chestnut colored hair short so as not to get in his way as he worked.

The twins, sandy colored hair, blue-grey eyes always planning some sort of mischief as their lanky bodies stayed thin but grew taller. In our house we could always tell them apart but they were always excited to cause mayhem when people could not tell one from the other. Idiots.

Nicolieu, had the softest blond hair that would cover his eyes. Mother insisted he cut it but he never did. And she never forced it as long as all the chores got done. Now that I try to recall it seems like even back then his slate grey eyes held more life. Was that not how it was for everyone?

Then back to Olivier. He was the most like me in the aspect that his long muddied-brown hair was always bound back with a leather cord and his eyes though blue seemed green in certain lights and black in others. Much like my own "green" eyes which were oddly formatted. The edges a cross of blue and violet then the grey which turns to a vibrant green until melting into a burgundy type color near my pupil. He was also very frail and thin like me. At school people would joke that we were twins even though he was a year older. But it never mattered to us.

In the end though I was a bit of a black sheep of the family. My auburn hair seemed more red than brown in day but at night they swore my hair was black. Even my mother and father could not figure out why I looked so different. My mother had the lightest of brown for her hair and eyes like the clear blue sky. My father had dirtied blond hair which complimented his stormy blues.

But this was years ago, and I am not even giving you my whole story. Which I should probably rectify seeing as how I am writing this to leave behind at least some trace of my existence. I swore to them I would survive and I cannot bring myself to forget this. So when the time comes I fall through on my promise, I hope that even if only our tale lives on they will not be too upset with me.

Goodness knows Matthieu and Nathanael would have thrown me in the stream for breaking my word.