Okay, I know this isn't the first time I'd say this, but this is the most ambitious writing project to date, with everything from the battle of heaven and earth to a civil war, with the ending of Paradis. I'll need a ton of writers to write it with me, and I'll even make a discord server for writers, but this is going to be my first story about worldbuilding, and I want to make it right.

"If we win, we live!"

"If we lose, we die!"

"If we do not fight, we cannot win!"

Those were the words that echoed throughout Paradis, three years after the battle of heaven and earth.

And I was eventually one of the chanters.

I was only a toddler, only 3 at the time, hearing and parroting the words of our "savior", known as Eren Jaeger, in 857.

He was, supposedly, the hero of Paradis, who killed 80 percent of the world's population so we could have the upper hand, for once. That our enemy was beyond the walls, and that Eren was supposedly this messiah, who eliminated most of them, so we could fight back against them.

I never sought to question that idea, that he was our savior, until I felt it breaking our country.

"Is that… our enemies outside the island?" One of my great great grandchildren asked, huddled in the small cabin underground, hearing as the land was shaking above our heads.

"No, it isn't, Tikvah. Close your ears."

She closed her ears, as did I and my other great great grandchildren when we heard a bomb close to us finally go off.

I heard another scream.

"Find them all! We need to expunge all traitors of the motherland!"

We stayed quiet, because what else could we do? The bombardment would eventually continue, and I would hear the screams of the enemies of ours, being killed by their own bombers.

'Looks like they lack more care for their people than even the Alliance we were told to hate. At least they kept peace on this island for a while, and kept our enemy at bay…'

I swallowed my regrets in full.

'I'm sorry… I treated you awfully, Judas Ackerman. How I'd wish to see you again…'

How I wish I could go back to the time where it was a black and white enemy of humanity. I wasn't old enough to remember when titans used to be that enemy, however, I was old enough to know those who did. We moved from flesh eating monsters, to an all powerful and oppressive world outside, to even our own people.

And I was foolish, early on, to think that the outside world was our only enemy.

My name is Gisela. I had no last name, no mother, no father, and till the yeagerists sprung up, I had no home, nothing to follow.

And yet, here I was, sitting in a bomb shelter, comforting my great grand children, while the rest of paradis continued to go beserk outside.

This is the story of a civil war.

One that would end with the eradication of much of Paradis, leaving a hellscape for my descendants to live in, with my knowledge of Paradis over my century of living.

So, this is the basic setup. If you want to look into being a part of the story, I've got a discord server up, and we'll work on making it an ambitious story. If you want to work with me on such a project, privately message me.