Chapter One

Every 13 Years

Welcome to the Titan Games!

There's 13 Districts in the island of Paradis.

39 Candidates will come to fight

9 titan shifters up for grabs!

But only 1 District will win...

and the winner will choose another district to get devoured by titans!

Please, enjoy your stay in Marley...

For this may be your last time to experience this!

FIGHT FOR YOUR DISTRICT!

FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE!

FIGHT!

Year 854.
In Shiganshina District.

"EREN!" Carla shouted from the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her son to hurry and come down the stairs from sleeping in again.

No response.

She tsks, folding up the fresh washing from the earlier morning. It was typical of him to sleep in, he never went to bed early. Impatiently waiting, Carla, his mother, roared up the stairs for the final time;

"GET UP EREN!"

A groan had came from up the stairs, letting Carla know her son had finally woken up. Thumping his way down the stairs. a young 19 year old appeared in his pyjamas. His groggy voice yawning,

"I'm up, I'm up."

"Eren, you said you help your father at the clinic early this morning." Carla rolled her eyes, heading her way to to the kitchen that was also connected to their living area. She lifted a bowl of porridge, setting it on the table in front of her sleepy son. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Hopefully not ship me out to Marley." Eren bluntly joked, rubbing his eyes as he sat down on the chair.

"Eren Yeager, that is not funny."

That was his name, Eren Yeager. Eren was best described as hardheaded, strong-willed, passionate, and impulsive individual. A 19 year old in the District of Shiganshina. A tall young man of 183cm, well built but wasn't incredibly muscular as he only worked out when he had a chance. Most of his days he spent at his father's Clinic, helping him around the surgery as a receptionist. He didn't really know what to do with himself. Eren had a reasonably long, sharpish face and sizable, expressive, tale green eyes. His hair was his long shoulder length and deep warm brown, and his bangs fell in a natural, middle-parted, curtain-type style. Often styled in a manbun but due to having to get up so early, it was scruffy. He was wearing a baggy shirt and shorts at the moment, but normally he'd wear the typical folk like attire of black pants, a grey shirt and a long black hooded jacket. His mother, Mrs Carla Yeager was on edge today. Today, will be truly an awful event.

"I can't believe they're continuing to do this to us." Carla sighed, sitting across from her son.

Eren's mother, Carla Yeager was an attractive, fair-skinned woman of medium height with a slender build. She had large light eyes, long dark hair with a few grey streaks tied loosely, hanging on her right shoulder with bangs on each side and only a few short hairs kept loose on her forehead. When she was seen inside her home, Carla wore a cream-colored sweater with frilled sleeves and a long red skirt with a white apron and small tan boots.

"This happens every thirteen years doesn't it?" Eren asked, spooning the unfortunately too runny porridge for his liking. Normally his mother always made breakfast just perfect, must be the stress he thought.

"Yes, every thirteen years, as a population cleanse on Paradis island.. Marley throws this horrible event as their way of doing so..." Carla closed her eyes, recalling the events in her head. "You were only 6 the last games was on."

"I would've been too young for it, wouldn't I? I barely remember it."

"No, they had a ten year old once in the games. Age does not matter, they call that equality for every Eldian to play the games."

Her flat tone makes Eren struggle to swallow his spoonful of breakfast. A child? In the Titan Games? How uncalled for. Eren no longer felt hungry to eat all of a sudden, frowning at the bowl of porridge.

"And it's today isn't it?"

"That's why I hoped you help your father at the clinic, he's trying to sort out all the documents and reports for whichever candidate is chosen."

"Why?"

"To check for any issues, in which they really don't care. But it's to check if the candidate is worth shipping off the island." Carla explained, noticing Eren had pushed away his half eaten breakfast for her to take. Without arguing, she understands what's she's telling her son is upsetting his appetite.

"Those fuckers." Eren swore under his breath, disgusted at what he was hearing.

Eren didn't ask much about the games over the years, simply because it only occurred every 13 years. But recently, the citizens of Shiganshina hadn't stopped talking about since the new year, now it was fall time and the elections were happening today. Eren didn't really have any friends, he was a lone wolf, minding his own business but used the patients who often came into the clinic as his source of gossip and information. Now today was the day, he'll see who's the unlucky one to present the District of Shiaganshina. Where the candidate will fight for their life, in order to save their district from getting eaten from monsters known as the Titans. This was the 9th event of the titan games, and it carried a great amount of devastation. For a total of 117 years, the people of Paradis were tortured by this occasion.

"Dear, try not to swear." Carla quietly asked, washing the plate in the sink, beginning to shake.

"Mum?" Eren arched his brow, "What's wrong, are you ok?"

"Eren, you do realise... Any one of us could be chosen? You can't turn away from it, if you do.. Marley attacks the district and wipes us clean as punishment." On the verge of tears, Carla quivered, "Therefore.. we got no choice...if chosen... but to play the game.."

Hating to see his mother this way, Eren felt his chest tighten, the tenness in his fist locking tightly in familiar anger. He stands up, about to walk to his mother before she shrugs off scolding,

"Go and get dress, your father is waiting for you."

As a coping mechanism, Eren doesn't argue with his mother and heads up stares as he tried to remove the thought of the Titan Games from his mind but couldn't help but regret his decision heading up his stairs as he heard his poor mother crying into her apron, knowing today will be hell. As he gets to his room, he looked out his window and was able to see his hometown. Apparently, his home compared to the rest of the island was 100 years behind. For what reason he did not know and it sickened him to the core. Seeing his home looking so run down, probably the same state as it was well before the Titan Games began. But what he hated more than anything, was that all he could see was the same place all the damn time, thanks to those miserable stoned walls that prevented him and many citizens from going outside If they went outside, they would get shot by soldiers, you were only allowed to travel between districts and in between the walls but only for essential purposes. There was no luxury in Shiganshina or any of the other districts.

Once dressed, Eren is about to leave the house but was stopped by his mother as she came up to him. Her eyes, slightly blood shot as held a red scarf in her confused, he feels the scarf wrap around his neck, tied into a typical knot. Their eyes are met, he had his mothers eyes- the only difference was were Carla's were hazel brown.

"It'll be cold today."

Still thrown off by the gesture, assuming his mother was more attentive due to the stress and felt the need to do so, especially because he was a young adult. Eren accepts the scarf, holding by it's end with a nod and light smile;

"Thanks mum."

"You're finally awake."

"Sorry dad, didn't sleep well."

"I'm sure no one has last night."

Dr Grisha Yeager, a fairly tall, slender man with straight dark brown hair neatly parted down the middle, a thin beard and moustache, and had the same coloured eyes as Eren. He wore a grey suit with a black vest and a white shirt, a plain bolo tie, and round glasses. The man was in his office, putting 5 boxes of filed paper on the centre table. It was something Grisha often never done, but due to the games, it'll be easier for the soldiers to process and collection information about the chosen candidate.

"How you feeling?" Grisha asked, opening a file out and began to scan over it, his son standing by the doorway sighing back to him.

"I don't like the towns atmosphere."

"Hm... That's one way to put it. Hopefully it'll all be over soon. Did you see the stadium near the gates?"

"Yeah, making a whole commotion about it." Eren flatly replied, organising some of the spare pieces of papers, "Hey, I noticed no patients today. Where are they?"

"With their families... It may be their last time all together before one or even 3 members are sent away to Marley."

This miserable day was driving Eren crazy, slamming the filed paper on the table lashing out; "Why the hell do we Eldians put up with this!? Isn't there nothing we can do to stop this?"

Grisha looked up to this son, sighing and chooses to hold back his words. Eren, a little taken aback by his farther not giving him a answer made him worse as he stormed up to his father. Facing him eye to eye, "Dad, hasn't anyone tried to put an end to this? It's disgusting, it's sending innocent lives to hell! It's just morally wrong!"

"Eren... Please, not today. When this is over. I'll explain everything."

"No dad, I need to know now-"

Sirens explode the air, making the two men inside the Clinic give different reactions. One was confused, and one was feared. Their eyes locked as Grisha barely spoke out,

"It's time... a lot more earlier than I remembered.. It's time for the election, Eren. We better meet your mother at the centre..."

Eren froze, his heart thumped an odd rhythm. Was this it? Where he witness consciously in his memory the election of the Titan Games? The sound of the sirens kept blaring out, making everyone who were ones in their homes scurry down to the front gates of the walls. Where the stadium stood tall at the centre of Shinshina. There was so much Eren didn't understand, even about the games itself. He quickly followed his father out of the clinic, locking the doors behind Grisha. His father looking so miserable, a expression Eren never often seen his father wore.

Suddenly a disturbing voice creeped in Eren's mind, imagining for it to be real when a voice screaming through a microphone declared,

"Our third and final subject of Ymir representing Shiganshina District is... EREN YEAGER!"

Author's Note:

This... is inspired by one of my favourite books. The Hunger Games. I do not own the rights of the Hunger Games or Attack on Titan. But, I hope you enjoy this inspired approach. Let's find out soon who our elected candidates are...