She was being held up as she and her father stumbled along the forest, her lungs burning from being made to run for so long when she was barely conscious. Two of her siblings were with them, Dirk and Florian, they had made it out of the chapel just fine, and now Dirk was pulling Florian by the arm just so she could keep up with them.

Abel though, she was grabbed, probably dead if her mother and Urklyn were the examples to go by. Father had only mentioned their deaths briefly, she hadn't seen it happen, but he made it sound so gruesome, 'crushed in an instant' he had described it to her while they were running.

"Father, we can stop here." Frieda swallowed whatever air she could get into her lungs as they stopped, she sat down against a tree, deep breaths greedily gulping down fresh air.

Rod had hunched over by the tree, throwing up just out of sight, but they could hear the sound, it was very distinct, like chunky water splashing on the ground.

Dirk was leaning on the tree, gasping for breath as well, he had tears flowing down his face, he had just seen his brother and mother die as well, it was horrifying. Watching two people you loved have their lives taken from them in an instant, especially when the only thing you could see was the spray of blood and nothing else.

Florian on the other hand was confused, she was also crying, having run to Frieda for comfort, burying her face into her older sister's shoulder. She was crying her eyes out at the fact she'd seen Abel, who she was closest to get grabbed by the giant hand of a Titan, being pulled down the hole while she cried and screamed for her life.

Rod had now finished throwing up, wiping the corner of his mouth with his sleeve as he threw up. "Frieda, why didn't you kill that man and take his power?" Rod asked his daughter. "He hesitated so much, you could've taken his power right then and there, then used it to defeat that other Titan."

"What other Titan?" Frieda hadn't seen it because she had been so out of it. "There was more than one? What did it look like?"

"It was a pure white." Rod told her. "He stopped us from escaping at first, he spoke through the Titan. He said that if we handed you over, he wouldn't kill the rest of us." He explained further.

"Did-" Frieda now realised what Titan they now had after them, and it was not good for them, not with her in the current state she was in. "Did he... make anything out of nothing?" She wanted to be absolutely sure about this.

"He made a spear appear out of nowhere." Dirk nodded. "I saw it when we were running up the stairs, and he threw shards of crystal at the hairy Titan when it tried to grab you."

This was bad, very bad for her. She had neglected to take part in any form of training or practice with combat or her Titan, she was far too weak to take on a War Hammer that knew what he was doing.

"Father, even with my powers, I'm too weak to stop him in my current state." She was being brutally honest with herself. "I need to become stronger fast, I'll need your help, I'll need all of your help."

"I agree wholeheartedly Frieda." Rod nodded. "We'll send the Interior Police tomorrow to make sure the chapel is safe to return to. Only then can we think about a funeral for Urklyn, Abel and your mother." His voice almost cracked when he spoke, but he needed to be strong, for Frieda, for Dirk and for Florian.

"For now, we need to go into hiding." Rod announced. "None of us knows what he looks like, I'm presuming it was him that killed Javier, however he made him talk, it's not good for any of us."

Just then, rustling could be heard in the distance, the sounds of branches being stepped on and broken, along with someone breathing heavily.

"Dirk, take Florian and run!" Rod whispered as loud as he dare, helping Frieda to her feet while the young teen began pulling his sister along. "Come Frieda, hurry!" She had somewhat recovered, but having her father help was a lot faster than if she were to run by herself.

He had come after them, followed them into the woods, they didn't know which one, but did it matter? Both options would be just as bad.

"Wait!" That voice, it wasn't a man's, it was Abel's. "It's me, Abel!"

Immediately, all four of the Reiss family turned around and began running at Abel, who threw herself into the grasp of her big sister and father, fresh tears running down her face, a mixture of laughter and strained cries coming from her as she buried herself into the embrace of her family.

"Abel, what happened?" Rod frantically asked, checking her over for any signs that she was hurt. "How did you escape?"

"Abel, it's okay." Frieda took a knee as they separated slightly, Abel was hyperventilating, so Frieda took her sisters face into her hands, using her thumbs to wipe her tears away. "You're safe now." She reassured the traumatised girl. "Please, tell us what happened."

"H-He grabbed me..." She swallowed as she remembered the feeling, like she was nothing but an insect to him. "I-I told him you'd got away, that he'd never find you... I-I-I thought he was going to kill me."

"I know it hurts to think about it, but I need to know what happened." Frieda's voice was soft like silk, she had a calming presence like an angel. "This is very important Abel, can you do this, for me?"

Abel nodded her head frantically, beginning to calm down a bit, the hyperventilating had come to a stop now. "He- He said to tell you that unless you want the rest of us to die, that you should surrender yourself to him. He said you'd know where to go." Abel then turned to face her father. "Dad, he said that he made Inocencio talk... and that he could make anyone talk, then he let me go."

"What kind of monster just lets someone go after murdering two people?" Rod asked, a puzzled look on his face. He was so relieved that Abel was safe, but he couldn't work it out at all.

Frieda's gaze hardened as she stood up once again, still holding Abel close to her, looking off into the distance in the direction where the chapel was. "A smart one." She answered her father's question.


(Year, 848)

Frieda gazed into the mirror on the bedside table, examining the new hairstyle she had went with this time. Having gone into a sort of hiding from the War Hammer Titan, Frieda made it a regular occurrence to change the way her hair looked.

This time she'd gone with a very light auburn colour to her hair, which had been cut a lot shorter than she would've preferred, but it looked nice now that she had a proper look at it. Her hair was parted down the middle, and it was thick and curly on top, her ears were left to be seen, with a few strands falling over.

"Oh!" Her eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, it was surprising, but not unwelcome. "Thats-"

She swallowed a lump in her throat, her hand coming down to grip the desk the mirror was mounted on, digging her fingers into the wood as her eyes closed, focusing on that sensation that was making her feel so good.

She went from standing straight up to leaning forward, her back curving, pushing her hips back, shaking from side to side ever so gently. God she loved this so much, the way he would be so gentle with her, but when she wanted, that wild side of his came out to play.

"Mmmm." Frieda bit her lower lip and groaned, it felt so warm and wet when he used his tongue down there. She glanced back, and the only thing she could see was his black hair, his face pressed deep between her legs, her underwear having been moved to the side in the process.

Frieda looked forward once more, she was still wearing her bra, that wouldn't do at all, not for this day, not for him. With one swift motion, the clip was undone and it fell off her, and when her arms were free, one went back and gripped his hair, keeping him from moving away just yet, but as he liked to often do, when she wanted more of it, he pulled away and gave her less, because 'less is more' or some bullshit like that.

Once he was up, she could see his handsome face in the mirror behind hers. Lucas Remanack, he was one of the very few people that knew where she was, which was so dangerous yet so beneficial for the both of them. She should've put a stop to this months ago, but she didn't have the heart too, he was so in love with her, and that was the problem, she was still far too weak to do what needed to be done.

Lucas leaned in to her ear, gently nibbling on her earlobe. "You want it?"

"Mhm." She nodded her head to say yes. "I want it badly."

Her right leg was lifted up onto the desk, and she felt him rubbing his erect shaft against her core, sliding it up and down her clit, before he pulled back and inserted himself into her once again. She'd lost count on the amount of times he'd been inside, mostly because he would have her seeing stars by the end, he was good, very good.

"Oh god..." He bottomed out inside of her, thrusting in and out on the small desk, her knee hanging on the desk, one of his hands on her thigh, with the other on her shoulder, holding her firmly in place while he fucked her.

"Lucas please..." Frieda whined, turning her head to kiss him, nibbling on his lips when he was close enough to her. "I want to ride you." She pleaded. "You'll love it, I promise. It'll be the time of your life."

"I dunno." He continued to slam himself deep into her. "I'm enjoying myself quite a lot like this." He teased. "Railing such a beautiful woman on her own desk like this, it gets my heart pumping."

Frieda released her grip on the desk, her hand going up and behind his head, fingers snaking into his hair, pulling him closer so that their lips were closer than close. "If you lie down on my bed, I will ride you to hell and back. You'll be shooting blanks by the time we're finished."

His eyes light up, who was he to say no to an offer like that?

He was so grabby with his hands while she was on top, but she didn't mind, it kept him distracted while she rode his cock, sliding up and down his throbbing shaft over and over again, taking him so deep he hit her cervix a number of times when she tried to get him in there.

"Fuck, you're so big!" She was stroking his ego as well as his cock with her insides, her breasts being handled well while her hands slid up and down his forearms. "Come on, you know you want to cum. I want you to do it inside of me."

"You sure?" He asked, but he wasn't going to complain about it, especially when she hummed in approval, nodding her head. "Frieda I... I think I love you."

"I know you do." She replied with. "I'm very fond of you too, this is why I have to do this."

He was the only weakness that remained in her life that she could cut out, she had to do this, to become a strong Queen, to become unstoppable, she had to do this without hesitation. If she did, then she would have all the confidence to fight the War Hammer and win.

She could feel him, throbbing erratically, his hips bucking into her, he was desperate for his release, and to give him that last piece of happiness, she let herself go, closing her eyes, pinning his hands to the bed, a hand softly going around his neck while she rode his thrusting ferociously.

She clamped down on him with a scream, lungs emptying as she came hard, and when he did, she felt his hot and sticky semen shoot inside of her. He grunted as he continued to fuck up into her, but her eyes opened, this time they were purple.

Her hand gripped tight and she twisted, his neck snapping with a sickening crunch, the life fading from his eyes in an instant, that look of lust and passion etched deep into his face. His release continued for a couple more seconds after he died, laying motionless under the woman he had grown to love.

"I'm sorry Lucas." Her face was as stone cold as a serial killer. "You were the last bit of weakness in my life. This had to be done, for my sake."

Frieda Reiss now felt stronger, physically and emotionally, this was going to be the beginning of the War Hammer Titan.


(March, 850)

The door to the office burst open, startling Frieda, who accidentally threw her ink pen into the air, getting it everywhere. Kenny Ackerman stepped inside the door without even asking, he was soaked through to the bone, the thunderstorm still going heavy above this wet spring.

"Kenny!" Frieda yelled at the killer. "You need to learn how to knock." She reprimanded him. "And look at yourself, you didn't even think of putting on some dry clothes? You're getting water everywhere."

"Sorry about that your majesty, but I have such great news, it just couldn't wait." He informed her. "Rod wanted to talk to his fat buddy Franz, but he was ever so tragically shot and killed by an assailant that managed to evade capture."

"How. The fuck. Is that good news?"

"It's the manner of the murder that may interest you Queenie. Guy had a gun that fired about eight times before he had to reload, killed several of my men." He grumbled that last part out. "But what I found most interesting was his infatuation with you."

"Kenny..." Frieda put a hand to her face in absolute resentment of him, however, she had a very good idea about who it was. "He is not infatuated with me, he is trying to kill me. Something you are supposed to prevent from happening."

"I dunno your majesty, if I recall the brief conversation with him, there was definitely something said about him wanting to bone you." Kenny chuckled darkly. "Besides, maybe this time you won't be able to snap this guys neck when you fuck."

Frieda ground her teeth together, but she didn't respond to that. She may have been absolutely livid that Kenny had brought him up again, but in this case, he was right.

"Do you even realise how difficult and disgusting it was trying to fake an accident for him to have?" Kenny's question was rhetorical, but still valid nonetheless. "Having to drag a naked body covered in lipstick, teeth marks and semen. I used to live in the underground, and that didn't come close to what you had me do that day."

"I mean, that poor bastard, probably having the time of his life and just snapped his neck like a twig outta the blue." Kenny thought about it for a moment. "Actually sounds like something I'd do, or maybe not, I'd prefer for them to know I was about to kill them before I did it. Nothing like seeing the fear in their eyes before you slit their throat."

"Kenny, unless you have his dead body to drag in here, I want you gone." She had enough of him. "Find him, and kill him. Do you understand?"

"Crystal clear your majesty." He tipped his hat to her, before turning for the door. "I'll be sure to bring him back in one piece. I know you'll be forever grateful to have a man who's neck will heal when you snap it when you fuck him." Kenny then closed the door right as the pen was thrown at him, and she'd thrown it so hard it went through the door, the point sticking through to the other side.


The War Hammer was dead, Kenny had begrudgingly informed Frieda of the incident, he'd 'accidentally' blown his head off trying to kill the Scouts watching over Historia and Eren.

As much as Frieda felt she should eat Eren to spare another member of her family the fate that was in store for her, she couldn't do that. The Attack Titan's constant drive towards freedom was far too volatile to mix with the Founding Titan, it would threaten the Paradise that had been created by her ancestors on this island.

"Father, Dirk, Abel, Florian." The four of them stood outside the chapel door, Historia was inside waiting for them. "The time has come to put this revolution to rest. The paradise created by our ancestors will be restored."

"Kenny informed me that the War Hammer Titan is dead, meaning that the Scouts have no trump card left to play." Abel in particular breathed a huge sigh of relief, she had nightmares for years about the War Hammer Titan, she had been petrified for years about it. "The Anti-Personell Control Squad will buy us the time we need to transfer their prized asset to Historia. Without Eren they are nothing, the flames of this revolution will be stifled before they even have a chance to breathe."

"Frieda, what if they can't buy us enough time?" Dirk asked, he had grown so much since the last time they'd been here, five years ago.

Frieda placed a hand on her younger brother's shoulder. "You needn't worry about that Dirk. I am strong." She lied. "I am stronger than I was five years ago." Another lie. "I'm no longer the inexperienced or naive Queen that I was five years ago. I will be able to protect you all this time, I won't have to rely on stupid luck like last time."

With one last group hug with her family, Frieda turned and opened the doors to the chapel, it was time to finish this.

In the end, Frieda had been lying to everyone, especially herself. She wasn't strong at all, she was weak, the weakest Titan shifter of all.

She had come to realise that killing a man who loved her didn't make her stronger, it only made her weaker, she thought Lucas was a weakness in her life, when in fact, he was strong. He had ideals, beliefs that he had crafted all of his own volition.

She didn't, all she had were the sins of her forefathers to cling to like they were the word of a god, passed down through generations of brainwashing.

She had realised Lukas was strong, far stronger than her in the paths when he convinced Ymir Fritz, a slave to the Royal Family for two thousand years, to side with him.

He didn't even have Royal Blood, all he was armed with was an idea, one of world peace, but his belief that he could achieve peace within all nations of the world burned so brightly inside of him, even the will of King Fritz was powerless to stop it.

For the first time since she had inherited the Founding Titan, she finally believed in an ideal that wasn't forced upon her by someone else, she had a reason to believe that Eldian's could atone for the sins of their ancestors. She believed that peace between Marley and Eldia was now possible, and that is why she sacrificed her life to give him the power of the Founding Titan.


When Frieda woke up, she was back in the path, but this time there was no chains holding her down, she was free to roam this place as much as she liked. Though there was a bucket right next to her, though unlike the one that Ymir Fritz carried around, this one looked brand new, rather than the splinter hazard she'd been carrying for two thousand years.

"So this is what my life has come to." She spoke aloud, unaware that Ymir Fritz was stood watching her from a distance. "If this is the fate I've been resigned to, I'll do it, for world peace." She grabbed the bucket and started putting sand into it, she could feel that someone was calling on the power of the Titans.


A/N - Just for clarification, Lukas and Lucas are two different people.