This started as a daydream but kind of took on a life of its own. I've written 7 chapters already but I don't know whether to post them or not. If I do decide to continue the story then it will become a long fic. But I do hope someone enjoys this chapter.

I was looking off into space. It's been happening regularly. I'll be doing something and suddenly a couple of minutes turns into an hour that's passed. Sometimes not even my friends talking to me will shake me out of it.

This time however, I was easily snapped out of it when someone called out to me, or rather the person I was supposed to be.

"Elizabeth! Ellie, wake up," I felt the strong hands latch onto my shoulders first. They were large enough to clasp around them which I found strange. They also felt soft, the hands of someone who hasn't had to work hard labour their entire lives.

"Ellie we need to get out of here before the patrols come by. They only gave us a few hours of privacy."

Why does he keep calling me Ellie? I'm obviously not even a girl.

The floor swayed beneath me as I was pulled to my feet. Cold air was nipping at my entire body. I could only hear and feel the things going on but my vision was still struggling to adapt to my surroundings.

We hadn't gotten very far when I stumbled with my feet and fell on the ground. I felt extremely light and smaller than I am. I could also feel the blades of grass on my skin. That's when I realised that I was naked, only being covered by a towel that rested on my back.

"Get up, we can rest once we get back to the mansion."

The hands once again held my body firmly as I was dragged back onto my feet. I didn't like this. When were my eyes going to finally adjust? I needed to see for myself what was going on. Where the hell was I and why the fuck was I naked?

"This would be easier if your eyes hadn't been torn off when you came back," the man whined.

Come again?

"What do you mean?" This time I heard a woman's voice asking the same thing I was thinking. Thank you stranger.

However, no answer ever came and whoever asked the question didn't think there was a need to pursue the issue. Whatever was going on I guess being caught out here wasn't an option they'd want to face.

"We're almost there," the man said after a long time of silence.

My feet were aching from walking on grass, dirt, and occasional concrete.

"Willy!" Someone whispered loudly. "I see it's been done."

Willy? I almost snorted. That's just a ridiculous name to have. I felt sorry for the man. He sounded old enough to be an adult and he was stuck with such a silly name. I wonder if he ever had trouble being taken seriously.

"Yes. She's inherited our family's symbol. No one was close by and we made it out before anyone could see us."

"Good come in before anyone sees her condition and pieces things together."

I finally had my sight clear up once we were inside. It was blurry at first. I couldn't see any sort of detail or even outlines of anything. It was just light and shapeless colour. Then objects sharpened followed by contrast in colours. Last was my depth perception.

My body was shaking with nerves at the return of my sight. Did I really want to see who I've been with for the past hour maybe? I was definitely curious to see the mystery girl everyone's been talking about. She's been awfully quiet this whole time only having spoken once and it was to voice the exact question that had been running through my head.

"Her eyes are back, Nan!"

"Oh you poor thing." The same woman that greeted us took my face into her hands before I could turn to look at the man that spoke.

She turned me to face her in order to inspect something. She was old. I don't mean that in a mean way, I know you're never supposed to point out a woman's age but she looked like a grandmother. Her face had a lot of saggy skin although it still appeared to be smooth and wrinkle free. Her hair was also greying with threads of white hairs.

The woman let go of my face and handed me clothes, finally! and proceeded to shove me off into a bathroom to change.

"You shower quickly and settle into warm clothes. I'll make sure to make you something warm for when you come out. Don't you dare worry about anything else until then," she said sternly before closing the door for me.

That was weird. Scratch that. This is all weird. What the hell was going on?

I dumped the clothes on the sink and dropped the towel I had wrapped around me all this time. I didn't even bother looking at the mirror. My muscles were immensely sore and all the heat my body had was drained by the walk here. I needed a warm bath.

I didn't even notice my small hand and thin fingers as I reached out to the shower knob. I didn't notice the long hair that tried to get tangled on everything as I moved. I didn't even notice the lack of feeling in my nether regions as the shower's steam pushed the cold air to the floor.

My blood grew cold when I finally noticed it. The mirror was in my peripheral vision and I kept it there not wanting to look directly at it. I could see a girl staring back, naked. She had a pale body, flat stomach and stood fairly tall with black hair that rested atop her budding breasts.

"Fuck. Me." I groaned when the girl in the reflection mirrored my steps forward. "I'm a girl."

I moved closer to the mirror to inspect myself. The first thing to catch my eyes were my breasts. They were a medium size. Not too big, not too small. The fact that this was the first thing I noticed did not bode well for the argument that men don't think about nude women all the time. But to be fair, I was thinking about this. I was living this.

The second thing to catch my eyes were near my eyes. There were groves next to my eyes. Two stretch marks next to them and four long gashes on my cheeks. Whoever this girl was must've gone through hell.

A shudder passed my body. The people who might've done this were waiting on the other side of this door.

I still didn't have a clue about what was going on when I came out of the shower but at least I had some time to take my mind off this and refresh myself.

Once I was dressed I was able to focus on my hair. It was a wet mess. Plastered all over my shirt and refusing to dry. I had no clue how to dry off this much hair with a towel. It was also difficult to brush by myself. Kudos to the girls who get this done every morning.

"Fuck it. This is too hard," I told myself and stepped back from the mirror. I crouched a bit to brace myself and began to fling my head around creating a whirl of hair. Another thing I've wanted to do but never did because long hair was too difficult to take care of and didn't benefit me in my past life.

Now with the excess water wrung out, I was able to brush my new hair with better ease. I tried looking for elastics to tie my hair back but I couldn't find any. So I ended up settling for an odd piece of fabric that was among other pieces on a hook next to the mirror. Odd, but it would do, good thing I can at least tie bows and knots.

The clothes I was given were very old fashioned. The undergarments were a plain T- whose sleeves ended in ruffles and boxer-like underwear. The dress that goes on top was black with puffy shoulders and long sleeves. I ended up looking like a Victorian maid with these. Maybe I should flaunt around naked instead.

With me finally looking presentable, the last thing on my to do list was to figure out where I was and whether I could make a journey back home. Maybe my family would believe me and we could work something out with whoever was in my body now. As long as these folks weren't out of a horror novel by Stephen King everything should be okay. So please god. Please don't have them be psychopaths that kidnap women and keep them locked in their sex dungeon.

I took a deep breath — "Calm yourself. Act normal so that they won't lock you up in a psychiatric ward." — and walked out of the bathroom with a serene face until the smell of food hit me.

"Oh yeah," I moaned with my watering mouth. "These people might not be so bad if this is how they treat their friends," I smiled.

"Yes. We both are the only people who know about Elizabeth's inheritance. No one else in the family knows either. It's necessary to make sure our family is the only one to hold the war hammer." I could hear Willy talking as I paused behind the wall.

War Hammer? Wait, we weren't even carrying any weapons with us. Right? God damn it, I was blind the entire time.

I must've made some noise when I was dwelling in my thoughts because the next thing I knew I was being called over. The name of the girl I was now was named Elizabeth. I remembered from coming into the house.

"Elizabeth! Come sit down, you absolutely must tell us everything." The pudgy woman waved me over to the table where there were three bowls, two already empty, of stew.

I don't know how I looked trying to approach them but the man ended up asking, "Are you okay? Is your memory fine?"

"Mm-my memory? What do you mean?" I chuckled nervously. A chill ran down my spine. It was a struggle to not breathe deeply as I waited for him to answer.

"Father said that…" he started but was interrupted by Nan, that's what he called the woman.

"Hush. What you need right now is some food inside you. Willy, let your sister rest for a bit before bombarding her with questions."

"Oh, come on Nan, she's the only one we can talk to that's been through this. The government keeps the warriors on a tight leash and working all the time." Willy rolled his eyes but didn't pursue me with questions anymore.

I guess I needed to eat something in order to have my questions answered. So I picked up the spoon next to the bowl. Stirring the contents a little, I could see that there were a bunch of vegetables, mainly potatoes, with chunks of meat.

"It's okay, Ellie. It's not like we're going to poison you," Nan chuckled.

I blushed sheepishly and scooped up a chunk of meat. Oh lord, this was delicious.

"Mmmm," I moaned involuntarily. "Is this pork?" I observed.

"Yeah, a shipment of pigs just came in and like always we got first pick. I slaughtered the fattest pig for this momentous occasion!" Nan beamed at me.

"So, about this occasion. What is it?"

"So your memories were affected," Willy leaned back into his chair. His gaze was on me but I felt like he was a million miles away at the moment.

"Uh, Nan?" I turned to the older woman hoping that maybe she could explain what they were talking about earlier.

She also seemed to be affected by my revelation of the state of "my" memories. Her face had been filled with joy literally a minute ago and was now filled with shock I guess you could say.

"How much —" she paused, covering her mouth with a hand. It seemed like she was thinking over her question. "Howmuchdo you remember?"

I opened my mouth about to tell her a half truth being nothing but then paused myself. I realised that I couldn't figure out who I was either. I tried to force myself to remember. What was my name? Who am I? What was my life like? I couldn't. I was crashing against a wall that barred me from my memories.

I know that I wasn't a woman before waking up earlier today. I was a man with a dick and all. I could recall feelings of what it was like having one. The pleasures of stimulation, the frustrations that came with the territory, sensations of pain.

It was a very bad time and kind of shallow but thoughts of the nature of my sexuality were being born into my brain. I don't know why but it scared me. If I liked women would that come from me? If I liked men, would it be this girl's preference that was forcing me into it?

Regardless, my life story and all the context of that was gone. I was floating in a void where I knew memories used to fill.

"I can't remember anything," my voice was faint as I admitted what I realised. Right now the room was swaying. Nausea clenched around my stomach as my throat burned with bile. My body seized as my body suddenly gasped unevenly. I really hope I wasn't going to start crying. That's another thing I think I'm sure of, I never cried when I was me and I sure as hell didn't want to start now in front of these people.

"So you don't even remember your name?" Willy's question brought me to.

"I know that you guys have been calling me Elizabeth. But no." I also couldn't remember my real name.

Willy and Nan looked at each other and sighed. "Well, your father did say that this might happen. I just didn't think it would be this extreme." Willy confessed.

"I just wish I had been trusted with the secret when your father inherited it so that I would know how to help poor Elizabeth."

I blushed again. I don't know why but this was bothering me. I didn't like that they were so distressed because of me. Perhaps something remained in me from the girl. Her worries of her family might now be mine. The concept of body switching was as confusing as it was horrifying.

"Well, first things first. Your name is Elizabeth Tybur. Daughter of William Sr. I'm your Nan, your father's mother." Tybur? Why did that name sound so familiar?

"And I'm Willy, your older brother." Willy gave me a fashionable salute. I could almost picture his regalness with the movements he made.

"Yeah, I figured you were older than me," I said waving a hand over myself.

"Yes, it would be obvious," he chuckled with a wry smile.

"So what happened today? What's this about inheriting a War Hammer? Is our family, like, obsessed with medieval weaponry or something?" I laughed at my own joke. But deep down I was starting to put it together.

Inheritance.

They weren't talking about any measly inheritance that was gained after the death of a loved one. This large estate would've been the main inheritance and a little girl wouldn't be getting something that these people were revering with respect.

Warhammer.

It wasn't a weapon. They were talking about a power. A being. That's why I hadn't seen or heard any heavy weapons when we were running toward the house. Hell, we wouldn't have been able to run if we were lugging such a heavy blunt weapon.

My eyes.

My eyes weren't adjusting the darkness when I woke up. If they were then I would've regained my sight long before we arrived at the mansion. Willy had mentioned my eyes being ripped out. I didn't want to believe him. I'd squashed that mention deep in my mind to not accept such a horrible truth. Yet I didn't think anything of it when I was able to see again. Those marks on my face when I was looking at myself in the mirror weren't birthmarks or old scars either. They were recent things that had been engraved on my skin.

Warriors.

I thought Willy was talking about maybe a movie or soldiers. It fit the narrative I'd formed in my head about them. Fanatics of the medieval era with all the talk about a warhammer heirloom.

Willy Tybur.

I realised that all this time I've been thinking Willy's face looked oddly familiar. I'd seen it somewhere but it was a little different.

Fuck! I'm the younger sister of Willy! That meant that I'd just been dropped into my death sentence. I was the person that Eren Yeager would kill in his rampage when he arrived in Marley. Eaten alive thanks to his hatred of the mainland Eldians.

"The War Hammer is a titan that is inherited by the Tybur family. Tonight was the night you inherited it."

"Then that means that I…" Oh man, I felt a violent pull on my stomach. It almost made me flee to the restroom.

"Yes, you ate our father to inherit the powers of the War Hammer Titan. One of the 13 titans in the world." This was my chance. Now that I know what my destiny is I was determined to change it and what better way than to exploit a titan power.

I unfocused my eyes and stared off into the distance letting my hand droop onto the table. But I wasn't going to be too dramatic to the point of letting go of the spoon, that would be overselling it too much.

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth." Nan prodded me.

I shook my head scrunching my face in confusion. "Willy? Nan?" I looked up at them making my eyes water.

"What's wrong? What did you see?" Willy leaned forward.

"I— I remember things. Marley, the war. King Fritz." I pressed my hand against my forehead.

"Does that mean you remember everything?"

"No." I looked at Nan and shook my head. "I still don't remember my own life. But there's something more. I also saw the future."