Disclaimer: I do not own Attack On Titan (Shingeki No Kyojin) , or any other characters, I only own my OC- Ada and any plot changes I may make to the story.

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aniqa1234: I'm not quite sure to be honest! With my other fanfic I'm writing, the character plays a major role in the story and has changed a lot in the plot. I have learned a lot from it that writing fanfics that stray from what actually happened (Like an alternate universe fic) is really hard, and its even harder to keep everyone in character. However, one way or another, my OC is probably going to end up changing the story line *le sigh* So I guess the real answer is...maybe? Probably a major role, no doubt.

When Ada was nine, she heard a bird outside in front of her house. A songbird, which sang the most beautiful tunes. It was a small blue bird and had the most vibrant colored wings.

It was the most graceful little thing. In fact, Ada was jealous of the bird. Which had something she didn't have, freedom.

However Ada admired the delicate bird greatly, it was free. It had the wings to fly away whenever it desired.

But one day, something was different, she noticed it right away. She had heard distinctly the songbird, singing it's regular tune. However, when she walked towards it, it didn't fly away. Confused, she walked a bit closer, and noticed it's limp wing.

Immediately concerned, she hurredly carried the bird inside to her grandfather, he would know what to do, he always did.

Of course her grandfather gave her a long lecture about how she shouldn't pick up wild animals outside, seeing as they could carry some kind of disease or illness, before she could explain the full situation.

But, after much pestering and convincing, her grandfather agreed to tending to the poor affectionate bird, despite only knowing about a basic animal health.

Her grandfather sighed, "It seems as though one it's wings are hurt." He could only figure out the obvious about the injury. Her grandfather pointed to its fragile wing, which was indeed very limp, compared to the other wing.

"What can we do grandpa?" Ada determinedly asked, she couldn't just give up.

Her grandfather did all he could, he wrapped a small bandage on the bird's wing. "For now, all we can hope is that it will heal." He answered, with furrowed eyebrows.

"But, what if it doesn't?" Ada frowned at this, worried for the powerless bird.

Her grandfather's gaze softened, but never answered her question, "Why don't you find a box and grass to make a home for the little guy."

Ada forgot all about her question, and nodded eagerly, going to find an empty box to put some dirt and grass in with the small fragile bird in her hands.

After making a makeshift birdhouse, she placed the small thing inside. "You like it?" She smiled happily. The bird then chirped to her, as though replying loyally.

Ada smiled warmly as the songbird then sang another song. It was only until later, Ada thought more about the bird in the wooden crate.

Weren't they all just birds who can't fly? They are just stuck in a box, a cage, and still can't escape. Songbirds, how can they still sing as though nothing is wrong? Ada frowned at this thought and soon found herself hating the angelic bird.

The bird was trapped, how could she sing her common tune as though nothing was wrong?

The bird was free, and had it taken away in a second. All due to a broken wing. But Ada didn't really hate the bird, she began to hate humanity. For they were the ones willing to stay in a cage, and they didn't have broken wings. Or did they?

Nearly a week later, the bird died. Yet it still sang a sad song untill the very end. That was Ada's first encounter with death.

It was another day, and Ada got up reluctantly, as she had seemingly nothing else to do. Stretching, she looked up out her window from her bedroom. The wall was still standing, casting a large shadow of darkness over the district.

Ada frowned at this, choosing to ignore it as she look up at the sky. Forgetting all her worries and concerns she smiled, because the everchanging clouds looked just as beautiful as yesterday.

"Good Morning Ada!" Her grandfather sang a random song to her, cheerful, despite it being so early. Ada groaned in pretend annoyance, "Whyyyyy?" But couldn't keep up the act, and burst into a fit of giggles.

Her grandfather grinned, "Why don't you tend to the garden outside?" He suggested something for her to do.

Ada nodded, and ran outside to the small garden her grandfather had helped her make a few months ago. Her grandfather had one day jokingly suggested it as something to do when Ada complained of being bored, and soon enough, Ada took it as a serious idea.

Ada decided what plants she wanted and began planting them right away. Her grandfather was there to help of course.

Grabbing a small vase, she filled it with water, and ran outside to the garden, watering all the plants. She did it very slowly and hesitantly, to be sure each plant got the right amount of water, not too much, but an equal amount each.

She nodded, proud of herself. Then Ada eyed each of the plants and determined the growing plants front weeds, which was harder than she thought. Ada winced, once when she was younger, her grandfather asked her to pick the weeds out of the yard.

Long story short, she pulled out way more than just weeds.

One plant in particular caught her eye. It was a yellowish, pasty like color. It stood out from the other plants. It wrinkly like leaves, and the petals of the flower were falling off. It must have been a very pretty flower, it must have, but now, it was dying.

As Ada was a very imaginative thinker, she thought about the lasting impression of the flower as she plucked it out of the soil. What would happen when someone died? Were their last moments as simple as that plant being picked out of the ground? A shriveled up plant that was dying. What this what happened to people to?

Would it be obvious that this person was dying? Would their color fade, just like the flower? As it had seemed so simple, but this was a very complicated thought she couldn't push from her mind. This was Ada's second experience with death.

After finishing tending to the garden, she ran inside to wash her dirt covered hands. Only a few minutes later, to run back outside again.

Lying in the grass, in her usual spot, she stared up at the clouds, dreaming.

Ada was very lonely sometimes. She personally wasn't too close with her parents. As they both happened to be successful shopkeepers, they were busy working most of the time.

They left the house early in the morning and came home late at night. She was never really close with them. Or have any kind of relationship with them, for that matter. Ada didn't feel any hate towards them however, she understood.

Her parents were the ones making a living. They needed to work to buy food. The cost of that however, was they weren't a very avid part in Ada's life. But Ada didn't mind, she had her grandfather.

Her grandfather was always and would alway be there for her. But her grandfather was becoming older and older everyday. And people couldn't live forever. Ada pushed those thoughts out of her mind.

As Ada grew older, she noticed how her grandfather was aging as well. She was reminded of the flower and how its color faded. Her grandfather's color, his life, was fading.

It was bound to happen at any point, but Ada wasn't ready accept the fact. As she was too close to her grandfather to let him go.

But one day, abruptly her grandfather had in fact died. Poor Ada was eleven when her beloved grandfather passed over. He had simply went to sleep one night, and never woke up. A peaceful and painless death someone, a doctor had said, hoping to ease her suffering, this was only her third encounter with death.

But that was more than enough, Ada had already decided that she really didn't like death.

[Author's Note]
Oh wow, I actually updated. Unedited and standing in all it's glory. Maybe there's a chance I'll be able to continue this without a severe case of writer's block. The chapter's longer as well ^-^

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