Introduction
Several hundred years ago, giant humanoid creatures called Titans suddenly appeared and nearly wiped out humanity, devouring them without remorse or reason. What remains of humanity now resides within three enormous concentric walls. Inside these walls, humanity has lived in peace for one hundred years; many people growing up without ever having seen a Titan, and knowing nothing about the outside world. These walls were the outermost wall Maria, the middle wall Rose, and the innermost wall Sheena…but there was another safe haven that was planned for humanity, one that fell into ruin. It is called the Underground, a city located under the capital of Mitras, the area of land surrounded by wall. Once a promise of hope for the safety of all, is no nothing more than a refuge for criminals.
This story is about a boy, a boy who lives in this failed sanctuary.
His name, is Nicholas Reyes.
Prologue
The rain was coming down hard, being whipped around by the wind. The night sky was cloudy, and not a single star, nor a sliver of the moon shone through. In the darkness of the night, a figure clad in black robes with a hidden face carried a bundle of white cloth. The figure, which was quite feminine in form, approached a mansion. The mansion was located in the countryside, with a small village right on the edge of the horizon. It had two levels, with three windows on each side, on each level. On the left side, stood a guest house attached to the main structure. To the right of the mansion stood a strong oak tree, while neatly trimmed bushes lined the front and various patches of the outside walls were covered by vines and other plant life. The door, which was a mass of polished wood and intricate metal carvings, was lit by the light of two massive lanterns on each side. The figure slowly approached the door, and laid her bundle down. She moved aside a piece and revealed a face, the face of a baby. The baby, feeling the cold of the rain started to fuss and whimper. The figure quickly laid a gentle hand against his face. The hand was covered in smooth, firm, young, tan skin. The baby, feeling the hand's warmth, calmed down, and started to nuzzle his face against it. The hand then found the baby's, and with a firm grip, the newborn squeezed one of the fingers. The dark clad figure then kneeled down, and attached a piece of paper to the cloth with a pin. Then, with tenderness, she bent over and kissed the baby's forehead. The child couldn't help but coo. With force, the person knocked on the door three times and quickly started to run away, wrapping herself tighter and not looking back. A sudden crack of lightning lit up the sky, and started to make the baby cry. But there was no one to hear him on that dark, rainy night.