Okay, I don't own Voltron or Attack on Titan. Also, this is mostly Daniel's point of view.
I stood in a large field. People I couldn't make out stood around me, blood coated swords that stood impaled in the earth.
"When will you wake up and remember?" A boy asked. I looked up to see a boy with a long, round face, large teal-green eyes and dark brown hair that was lighter than mine and wearing the same clothes I was, standing right in front of me.
"Remember what?" I asked.
"Remember who you are, who we are," The boy replied. "And be ready to fight."
"What am I fighting for?" I asked.
"Freedom."
"Freedom? I am free. Right?"
"All of us are free from the moment we're born. Those who deny it, no matter how strong they are, don't matter. The fiery waters, or the lands of ice, it doesn't matter what it is... whoever witnesses these things has gained the greatest freedom in the world. So fight. If it's for the sake of freedom, I won't regret things like lives. It doesn't matter how terrifying the world is. It doesn't matter how cruel the world is. Fight! Fight! FIGHT!" The boy yelled as we were engulfed in fire. The fires pulled us closer together, and I found myself chanting "Fight!" with the boy. Our flesh melted and we were pulled together, squished into one being like clay.
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! FIGHT!"
I gasped as I was catapulted from the dream. My heart raced a million light-years a second and my entire body was shaking, not with fear, but rage.
Anger at the boy's voice for interrupting my dreams, anger at the fire for melding us together, angry at that beast for sending me here, and most of all, angry at myself for being so powerless.
Dawn light illuminated the forest, making it seem like the trees were on fire. I sighed, remembering my situation.
There was still nothing to tell me where I was (besides in a hugeass forest) or where I was going. I looked down at my clothes, the dew that had collected on the leaves had left wet patches on my clothes.
I looked over the edge of the tree limb I was resting on, trying to find my path again. Yet, being so far off the ground made it feel impossible.
"Ugh, I hope this works," I muttered, sliding off the limb. I landed with a roll and sent loose grass flying. I got up and dusted myself off.
Down here, the path, though invisible, seemed clear to me.
"Best get going," I sighed.
I walked for hours, letting the greenery, so uncommon on Earth and unabled to be enjoyed freely on Arus, seep into my conscious. It was so calm, so peaceful. After a while, I felt my stomach growl.
"And not a speck of food to be seen." I heard rushing water nearby; that meant fish. I ran to the sound of the water.
The river was wide, kicking up a cool mist. Fish jumped and dove all around me, working against the current. The sight of water made my parched throat leap with joy. I ran to the bank and flopped down onto my knees. Just as I reached down to cup some cool water in my hands, I saw my reflection and reeled back with a yell.
The boy looking back at me was like two pieces of clay molded together. His left eye was teal-green, the other being violet. His hair was parted in the middle and had spikes, along with his hair going from my hair color to a lighter shade as it went down.
"This can't be real!" I yelled, scrubbing at my eyes furiously.
The reflection still didn't change.
"Okay Daniel," I said to myself, "You've just become melded with a person that showed up in your weird ass dreams! No biggie!"
"Hey, shut up and get moving!" This time the voice that came out of my mouth wasn't mine.
The sound of the voice put something in my head.
I didn't want food. I didn't want rest. I didn't care if I had to tear down Planet Doom with my bare hands. I had to get there, wherever it was.
"Who are you?"
"I'm you, duh."
"No you're not."
"You found the workshop last night, with all those artifacts giving you visions."
"How would you know that?"
"Because I'm you!"
The Voice and I argued for hours, until I came to a break in the forest.
"This is where I leave you," The Voice said. "I won't be heard by you as an outside force any longer."
Another splintering headache ran into me, as I felt, something weird.
Like a puzzle becoming slightly more complete.
I wandered into the clearing, déjà vu flooding my senses. In the center of the clearing was a castle; the ruins of one at least. It felt like another time, another place almost. I remembered, green cloaks, loads of cleaning, and staying up half the night listening to a lecture. I couldn't remember the contents or people related to this, I just remembered those things. The castle itself had seen better days.
All the glass was missing from the windows, the wood was rotted, metal was rusted and stone had crumbled. The place looked stable enough though. I slowly walked toward it, feeling like the first part of my journey was coming to an end. There was something, or someone, in there that could add another piece to the puzzle.
Excitement zoomed through my veins and I ran in, not caring about the condition of the building.
?'s Point of View
I walked calmly through the halls of the ruined castle. I listened intently for the sounds of approaching beings and thought about my reasons for being here.
Four days ago, I'd awoken in the middle of the night in my hotel room in Berlin to the sound of a voice painfully whispering "Reiss". I quickly packed a small bag and said farewell to my parents as they slept, and left. I'd always remembered, even as a small child, unnerving everyone, even my uncle, who was considered to be an outlaw for the past five years.
The identity of the voice was a half mystery, but its meaning was clear. I had to return.
I'd always remembered. My life in Shigashina, the war against the Titans, the uprising, and finally, my execution under a new, even more corrupt government. It was painful, trying to keep it to myself, but the few times I let it slip, my present-life parents would send me to counseling. When I'd left Berlin, I thought I'd be heading toward Shigashina, but I ended up here, at the old Survey Corps headquarters.
A loud crash alerted me to someone's arrival. A boy crashed through the door.
He was my height, if not slightly taller. He had dark brown hair at the top of his head, going slightly lighter as it went down. His left eye was blue-green, the right one was violet; his hair was long with a few spikes. He wore a beige tunic, white pants, brown boots, and a leather harness.
The boy stopped, a look of shock, then comprehension went across his face.
"...Eren," I whispered, tearing up. I gave in to impulse and ran to embrace him in a hug. Eren, he looked so different, yet so the same. Eren hugged me back but then broke it up to look me dead in the eye with pure joy on his face.
"I remember now. I missed you, Mikasa."
Here's chapter 4. Hope you like.
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