On the outskirts of a small kingdom lived a family that consisted of a mother, a father, and a young boy. Their hatred for the kingdom ran deep as did any other poor families. The nobles and the king treated peasants with no common courtesy due to the feudalist society they lived in.

The young boy, Eren Jaeger, had been forced into living with his family, but oddly received no ill treatment whatsoever. It didn't quite make sense because every peasant was treated with disrespect, but Eren was…a special case.

Then, finally, the day came that brought reckoning upon his family. Any samurai in a 10-mile range that were following orders arrived at his home, but not with pleasant intentions.

The lead samurai got off his horse and walked up to the house, his suit clanking as he did. He knocked once on the door, but the family was hesitant to answer because they'd never had company. The knocking grew louder, but Eren wasn't fazed.

"Eren Jaeger is a menace to Royals around the nation and he WILL be disposed of!" Said the man outside.

"You're not taking our boy away from us," Eren's mother, Carla, said with burning hatred. This broke Eren. Tears rolled down his cheek, and, even though he was very young, he knew what "disposed of" meant.

The door fell on the floor and a group of men rushed in. Carla held Eren in her arms, but Eren's father, Grisha, had been slaughtered in front of them in an instant. Carla began to weep as she watched her husband's body hit the floor with his hollow, expressionless face. Eren was traumatized and showed no emotion to this. His mother's arm was grabbed and Eren fell to the floor.

Mama…Papa…

"You knew he was a threat and we warned you, yet you didn't listen!" The samurai yelled.

"I thought you people knew honor! He's just a boy!" Carla shouted.

"We know standards and standards say you have to perish."

Eren watched in horror as his mother received a katana to the heart, piercing straight through her body. His parents were gone, and all he could think was that he was now nothing but a peasant and an orphan.

"Burn the house and leave the boy. He won't be getting far." Said one of the samurais. "I'll blockade the doors on the outside."

The lead samurai gazed into Eren's eyes and squatted in front of him "Ni shigi cuowu." Why did Eren know that the man stated he was a mistake? How did he know this foreign language?

The samurai began torching the rafters above them and exited the home. One fell in front of the door and Eren was trapped.

"Help! Someone please, help!" He yelled for help, but nobody came.

The rubble in the house began to cover him as the rafters broke and collapsed. He couldn't move, nor could he breathe. The smoke was clouding his airways until he began to lose consciousness. Just as he was about to close his eyes, his breath became clear again, but…why?

A young samurai with dark, black hair stood above him. His eyes were a greyish color like granite shining in the sunlight. Eren would never forget this, nor would he forget that face. Was this man helping him?

"Stay calm...you're going to be alright" The man placed Eren on his horse and struggled to remount, but mounted up on his horse with a straight, steady posture.

"Why…why are you doing this?" The man didn't respond. "Th-thank you" Eren began to cry as he nuzzled his head into the man's back.

They rode off past the kingdom and trotted along the forest, Eren watching as they moved further and further away from his past.