An Eldian's Journal

by gaujay7

Note: Have you ever wondered what it's like to be an Eldian? My name is Heinrich Steiner (I'm probably dead by the time you're reading this). I'm an 18-something-year-old that lives in the Internment Zone on Marley. Anyway, after a certain declaration of war **cough**cough** I decided to write this novel/memoir to be remembered by. But it's also a journal: An Eldian's Journal.

1. Prologue

An Eldian's Journal

Prologue

The narrator. Heinrich Steiner. Me

***HERE'S A SMALL FACT***

I'm probably going to be dead by the time you're reading this

First off, if you've been living underneath a rock or on Paradis your entire life, let me introduce you to the luxurious lives of us Eldians:

*The Marleyan government loves us so much that they sanctioned off our own places in the cities to live, Internment Zones.
*We have our own section within the army called the Warrior Unit. These special ducklings get to become super cool titans and kill people! The Marleyan soldiers don't get these.
*Also, we even get these super stylish armbands so everyone can point us out on the streets so they know how great we are. Most importantly, they come in different colors!

***JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN'T CATCH THE SARCASM***

Everyone hates Eldians (including some Eldians)

Our lives suck

Now, back to my sense of impending doom. You see for some reason, whenever a group of warriors fight for Marley and free us Eldians from the internment zones, some of us regular folk always seem to die.

Example: a week ago.

When a group of four warriors traveled to Paradis to retrieve the founding titan for "the great nation of Marley" and "to restore the pride of Eldians", guess what happened. 7 years later (last week) a bunch of us died after some blonde dude started a war again. Here's another fact: ambitious people get you killed.

I'm sure those idiots will get us all killed. On that day, I swore to myself to never be ambitious about anything ever again. I took my dreams, wrote them on a piece of paper, and threw them in the trash.

That brings me to why I'm writing this journal. You see, I am still young. I haven't made my mark on this world and I am pretty sure I won't live to be able to. So, I'm writing this so that it will be my legacy.

***LONG FORMULA #1***

(Sarcastic 1st person POV x imagination) + character tropes + (swagger of young Eldian teens)^2 + music x fighting + cigarettes = An Eldian's Journal

You see, the charm of this journal is that it's not really a journal. It's more like a novel/memoir where I narrate the younger years of myself when I actually used to be interesting. I guess it isn't really true to the name. But the other options I had in mind aren't great: "An Eldian's Memoir", "Diary of Heinrich Steiner", and the worst one, "My Struggle".

Anyway, that's enough of my blabbering. There's only so much ink in this pen. So let's begin.

Some characters to expect:

*Me. The narrator.
*The Steiners. Including: "The Alpha Perv" and "The Iron Maiden"
*The Dasslers. Including: "The Fighter" and "The Cigarette Wielder"
*Occasionally the Brauns. Including: "The Two-faced warrior" and "Brainwashing"
*The Street-Dweller
*Idiocy
*and more

A third fact: At least one of these groups have been thrown off a plane by the time I'm writing this. Another one is immortal.

You see, I'm constantly reminded of the devils that occupied my younger years. My story and theirs have interwoven into something dreadfully beautiful and I want it known even if I die and The Reaper returns…If you have some spare time, come with me. Let me tell you the story of me and some splendid devils.