Year 853
When Mikasa woke up, she found herself asleep on her back in a comfortable bed. When she opened her eyes, she saw a ceiling that looked like that of a house with a lavish interior. She woke up slowly as her hand went up to her head.
"What…was that dream I had? It seemed really important and was so long…I can't remember anything..."
She winced as she thought about the pain she had to feel in her knees when she got up, but surprisingly, she didn't feel any. When she got up, she saw herself wearing a nice pink skirt contrary to the red one she usually wore. When she tugged her shirt to see herself wearing a white one, she began to notice her hand. It was strong, firm, and did not have any wrinkles on it. It looked like the fist she had when she was young. She got up and looked around to spot a mirror in the corner of the room. When she went up to it and saw herself in it, her eyes went up wide.
She looked exactly like a younger version of herself 54 years ago, when she visited Marley with the 104th Squad. Her dark black hair was cut to her chin, her body was more fit through training and she looked like she was in her late teens. She touched her face and body all over to make sure all this was real. Soon, all the memories of that day began to become clearer…the day they arrived at Marley by ship, the first time she tried ice cream, the time when they meet the little boy Ramzi and the sad, empty look Eren had for the whole trip. When she turned to another side to see a calendar on the wall, she began to understand what was going on. Somehow, she had traveled back in time to this instant, and she had retained all her memories from the future. She began to slowly walk about the room and slightly stretch, getting herself used to her younger body while simultaneously thinking about what actually might have happened to her.
She then began to remember what she was going to do right after she leaves the room. She and the rest of the squad except Eren would be speaking to the Hizuru ambassador Kiyomi Azumabito about what happened that day in the market. After some time of looking at the mirror and composing herself to not break down when she sees any of her dead friends alive, she slowly stepped out of the room and went about downstairs to see a few of them in the living room. She then saw Sasha coming up to her asking
"Hey, Mikasa! Took you long to freshen up."
"Umm…yeah, I needed to think a little. A lot has happened today." Her hand shivered wildly as she looked at her
Sasha's eyes drooped down a little "That's true. I can't believe they hate refugees like him so much. And he was just a kid."
"Yeah…I can't imagine how much more they'll hate us Eldians." she said as she went with Sasha to sit on the couch next to Armin, who seemed in thought. It took herself all her willpower to not react to seeing him alive after she'd just been back from his funeral. Soon, Levi and Hange came down as well as Kiyomi spoke to the others. Mikasa stayed silent throughout the whole discussion, listening to what everyone had to say. It seemed like she could feel everyone speaking in her head before actually saying it out of their mouths. Soon, her cue came up, and then she said her lines
"Where's Eren?"
After the others told her that he went outside to the refugee camps, he wore her coat and went out. Sasha and Armin stared at her as she left. The two had the same thought running in their heads
"I don't know why, but Mikasa's acting a bit different today. She seems all tensed about something…"
A/N: Although I was supposed to release the next chapter later on, I released it today because today, March 30th, 2022, is Eren's Birthday. I had initially thought of publishing the whole story from today onwards, but I couldn't begin things on a tragic note like that. And for today, I couldn't pick a better chapter than this. It's a short chapter, but it gives an idea of the direction we'll be going in.
So...do give your rating and reviews on the chapter.
