We have all dreamed of life outside the walls. The fantasy that our souls desperately wish for. Large bodies of water flowing freely. Boulders as large as mountains made of ice. Trees littering a vast area of land. Children laughing and running freely in oceans of yellow wheat. Fathers with their babies and mothers safe at home. Twittering of baby birds calling to their parents as the sun shines down upon them.
But instead we have the reality. Cruel, harsh reality. Children taken from their parents and mercilessly devoured. Fathers and mothers rushing to help them, only to suffer the same fate. Barriers of heavy stone surround the territories, as if they could protect us from the thought of never being able to be free.
The idea was you could be free, as long as you stay inside the walls. That is not true freedom. Our freedom was taken from the thieves just beyond these walls. In all shapes and sizes, they steal and snatch more and more each time. In overwhelming numbers, they ambush us at our weakest, when we begin to feel content and safe, only to strike fear and panic into our souls again.
It's been some years since the last Titan attack. The scare from Wall Maria breaking had finally died down. Rushed to the inner wall, I lived with a new drive and purpose. I have joined the soldiers, fueling the will to fight with the idea of killing each single Titan that crosses my path. Others did not completely approve of my desires, welcomed or not.
Armin Artlet; Intelligence beyond compare. Quiet unless intrigued. Sharp senses with no match. His gift for strategic maneuvers is used well, assisting in several action plans. Armin is smart, yes, but also a dreamer. I am sure his goal is still to flee once the walls have all crumbled to the ground in dust to go see what lies beyond.
Mikasa Ackerman; Skilled fighter, and an even greater friend. Top of her class, highest ranking officer possible at her stage. Always needing to protect me, no matter how incessant her words may be. Evil has caused her stoic nature, the look that has stayed plastered on her for years and years to come. Some said it was a twist of fate how we met. I disagree, fate had nothing to do with it. If fate had had its way, she would not be here. Fate was one cruel smack away from ending an innocent life and giving birth to one barely worth living for. Fate, cruel fate.
We've all felt it's sting. It's time the Titans get their fair share. One by one, we will train. And one by one, they may fail. But as long as I'm still standing, I will fight. I will fight until there is nothing left to be fought. I will take all they have stolen from me. This, this is my battle cry.