Disclaimer: I don't own Attack on Titan/Shingeki No Kyojin. But I have a girl crush on Annie and she will be mine someday.
Chapter 0
Forget Me Not
Prologue
When she looked into the wide, innocent blue eyes of her newborn daughter for the first time... she realized just how horrible of a crime she had committed.
Because no matter the compassion, and no matter the endless kindness of her heart; her child's eyes would never hold that same purity again. Not when the news of her birth spread to those who wanted her dead.
The blood of humanity was in her veins. And so was the blood of a warrior. Tangled in the vines of both, unable to abandon either of them, she had unknowingly unleashed her own curse into the future of her child. She could only protect her for so long before they finally lost patience...and took her away.
There could never be room for both worlds in her heart.
Not if she wanted to survive.
And so she cried.
The first time she saw the sun was when she was five.
Bright.
And warm.
It had been much more real when she saw its light peeking from the slowly parting gray clouds in the sky. It fell across the land, somehow seeming so foriegn compared to the candlelight she was so used to. The sun... was more than she had imagined it to be when her mother described it to her a year ago, in the warmth of their cottage where not a single window was in place.
"The sun...?" Her mother had asked in amusement when Annie curled in bed beside her, asking about the ball of fire she had heard about so much. She had heard that word muttered many a time, in the meetings between her mother and the mysterious hooded people who had come to their home in the dead of the night.
Silence had settled after her question, the only sound being the resonating heartbeats of both females as the candlelight beside their bed flickered... and eventually died.
"Well... I'd have to say it looks and feels like love." Her mother had eventually whispered, softly kissing her daughters hair as she rocked her to sleep.
The irony of it all felt sickening. To finally set her eyes on the sun as snow fell like feathers onto her shivering form, her cheeks pink from the cold and her skin numb as her blood turned to ice. Her fingers trembled as they dug into the thin fabric of her tunic, since Alec hadn't given her the luxury of a coat...
"For your second test you need to numb yourself to pain," The trainer had answered coolly when he led her away from her fathers house hours ago. "That means the luxury of warmth isn't an option today."
She didn't protest when he left her there alone. She had learned not to complain very quickly when she realized how differently the villagers treated her. She didn't have the luxury of acceptance, just like she didn't have the luxury of warmth it seemed.
She was at the edge of a forest on a hill, a long way from the village bustling below. Her fathers house was a bit nearer, just a dot in the snow far away from where she sat; shivering.
Her back was pressed against a worn down tree, eyes staring down at the houses that lined the civilization. Most of them were alight with flames in hearths or fireplaces, warm colors surrounding the village like a halo, almost as if taunting her. Smoke rose from the roofs of several of the houses, rising in tufts of black into the dim gray sky. The sun seemed to float there, a lone circle of light that didn't provide the heat she needed so much right then.
She choked out a cough and tightened her arms around her torso, wondering how things had changed so fast and without warning. She missed her mom terribly, and the image of her warm smiling face caused Annie to sniffle, and this time it wasn't because of the cold.
The last time she had seen her mother was on her fourth birthday, the night two strange men took her away. Annie had been confused. And frightened. But she didn't even think to struggle because her mother simply stared as they wrapped her trembling, barely awake daughter in a blanket and took her away.
"To live with your father," the men had answered, when she finally asked in a tired voice where they were taking her.
She had seen her fathers face before then of course. Once. The meeting was brief and wordless, as he and everyone else who visited the house had only wanted to speak to her mother. His hair was golden, but lined with gray, and his eyes were identical to hers, though his had bags underneath and were much colder. Her mother had once said she wore her fathers face much better than he did, and at the time Annie wasn't sure what that meant. Until she came to face to face with him of course.
Discomfort had settled in Annie's spirit for the first week she stayed with her father. She didn't ask why she was there when they came face to face, his appearance not much different from the last time they met, and he didn't tell her. He just showed her the room she would be staying in, a small chamber with a large bed and a window- nothing else, before going to his own room to speak with the men.
He barely spoke a word to her when she joined him for breakfast. He only would look on in silence when she played with the dolls he had left in her room. And just like her mother, he didn't let her go outside.
And at first Annie didn't mind that. She'd only been outside a few times before, each time being at night when her mother let her catch a few glimpses of the moon and stars. It was always chilly then, and the gates around the house never let her see any farther than her own backyard. Her interest would peak every now and then when she thought of what was beyond their house, but her mothers silent disapproval of Annie's curiosity was always enough to make the yearning die for a few days.
But now as she sat in the snow and practically froze to death, Annie suddenly decided that maybe her curiosity was a cruel thing after all.
Because the sun felt nothing like love right then.
I am a horrible, horrible person. I can never finish what I start when it comes to stories...I shouldn't be writing another one...there's homework...other fanfictions I need to update...SAT's coming up...must...resist...(Gives into temptation.)
Hello, first time writer for Shingeki no Kyojin but a longtime fan of the manga and anime. Eren/Annie is my OTP. You couldn't pay me to abandon that ship. But Levi/Annie's been inching in there; its so rare and interesting that I cant help but like it. That raw chemistry, yum. Anyway updates may be slow so there's that. But I hope people like the story nevertheless even though I'm getting angst vibes as I write this prologue.
Rating might change.
