-Chapter 1: The Cycle Starts Anew-

~YEAR 845~

Somewhere in the vast southern plains of Paradis Island

Paradis, a small island continent inhabited by those brought by the late Eldian king, Karl Fritz, in an effort to escape a war of untold centuries and bloodshed.

It is on this island where three great walls were constructed to house and protect his people.

It is on this island where King Fritz made his ultimatum to the world.

It is on this island where the memories of the populace were wiped and made to believe that they were the last remnants of humankind.

It is on this island where our hero's tale begins.

Somewhere across the vast plains of the island, atop a field of blooming flowers, lied the resting figure of a man. He looked to be somewhere in his early to mid-twenties and built with a muscular physique. Yet, the most striking part of his appearance was the series of markings that surrounded the man's tanned skin. They were of intricate designs and patterns that seemed to glow a pale blue light and revolved around specific symbols located around the man's entire body. Symbols that held great meaning.

For each of these symbols and markings told the story of a man. A man with the gift to travel beyond other worlds, who for every world he traveled to, a new life awaited. A man who had faced numerous trials and adversities that tested his will and resolve. A man whose body had been trained and changed to perform to its fullest potential and beyond. A man who would meet beings he thought only existed in the old mythologies and stories of his ancestors. A man who had the pleasure to meet his other half, and raise the next generation. A man who's life would begin once more, whenever he breathed his last.

A traveler with centuries worth of wisdom and experience under his belt.

A loving and caring man to friends and family, and a vicious, grudge-bearing devil to his foes.

A veteran of countless wars and battles, a slayer of the wicked and the chaotic, a harbinger of hope and a herald of doom, a warrior with almost no equal.

A man who would live each life to the fullest, and as he embraced his death and returned to the ether...

The cycle would begin anew.

The man slowly began to rouse himself from his slumber before quickly opening his eyes to the new world. Like the markings on his body his eyes lit up with a blue glow, like stars in the night sky. As they shined, tears slowly started to form and streak down his face, as the memories of countless lifetimes flashed before his eyes. They continued to shine for a few moments, before fading back to a faint glow, showing the man's lack of pupils and iris, further cementing his both godly and supernatural appearance.

'*Sigh*…the cycle starts anew...' He thought to himself as he looked to his hands, noticing the lack of wrinkles in them.

The marked man inspected himself further, seeing that he was no longer riddled with age like he last remembered, instead he was once again in the physical "prime" of his life. He also noticed that he was completely naked...again.

'Once again, completely nude and out in the middle of bumblefuck nowhere. Well, at least nothings tried to eat me...Or jump my bones for that matter.'

No sooner did those thoughts enter his mind, a barrage of memories began to flow.

Memories of a certain dark-skinned and ferocious tribeswoman.

Memories of their rather mischievous first encounter, to their time traveling the land as partners, and to their loving union as husband and wife.

The faces of the children they brought to the world, and the trials and tribulations that came with raising them.

Seeing them grow and create families of their own. The joyous days spent with their grandchildren, and watching the once small tribe grow and prosper.

Seeing the aged and tearful face of his wife as they comforted one another, as they held each others hands for the final time.

Before she breathed her last, a promise was made. To find one another and reunite in the next life.

A promise he has broken so many times before...

'*Sigh*…Do you still wait for me Xoco?' He thought to himself somberly as he looked to the heavens as the tears continued to streak down his face. He stared at the sky for minutes on end, as he waited for an answer that would never come.

He shook the depressing thoughts out of his head and wiped the tears from his face quickly. For this was no time to be depressed. Instead he looked to his surroundings and took a moment to admire the beautiful scenery before him. The land he found himself in was a vast landscape that seemed to be untouched by man. From the grassy hills to the mountain ranges far beyond the horizon, it reminded him of the many countryside views of his previous lifetimes.

He wondered how long until this sense of peace and serenity would be absolutely ruined by whatever inhabited these lands. A bit pessimistic, but it's not like its happened before.

As he continued to sightsee, he laid eyes upon something that seemed rather out of place to his surroundings. There, resting on its spiked star shaped head, and surrounded by a trio of butterflies, was an engraved and finely-crafted morning star, its pommel shining as the sunlight reflected off of it. It looked as if it was dropped from a high altitude, if the small crater and dead grass around it was anything to go by. He instantly recognized the weapon.

For it was none other than his favorite spikey club of doom.

Skullsmite

He was never much of the "slice and dice" sort of fighter. No, he was always more of the "bash your head in" variety. Maces, hammers, flails, and morning stars were his tools of the trade. Make no mistake, he had experience with a plethora of close combat weaponry, he simply found the more brutish weapons to be his preference. He was honestly surprised to see that the weapon had followed him to this new world, as he had not utilized it for quite some time. Perhaps someone up above was watching him and saw fit to send the weapon along.

The marked man rose from the flowerbed and stood to his full height of nearly 7 feet. He stretched his muscles, hearing a few satisfying cracks in the process, as well as scratching his dark colored hair, removing any grass and dirt that had stuck with him.

He walked towards and picked up his weapon from the crater with little effort and gave it a few loose swings, familiarizing himself with it once more. Fond memories began to flow into his mind, of the untold hours merely spent designing and crafting the obsidian-based weapon, inscribing its powerful runes and enchantments, and of course, bashing it over the head of his many foes, both big and small.

Resting the spiked mace on his shoulder, he looked towards the land once more, not seeing any clear signs of civilization anywhere. He didn't mind this at all, as he was always fond of taking long walks across nature. He had one of his past beloveds to thank for that.

With no clear direction in mind, the marked man set off to wander the plains of the new world he found himself in. As he walked, he let his mind wander, taking in the peaceful sounds of nature. He failed to realize that he was slowly walking towards a river stream until he took a misstep and fell face first into the water.

He quickly picked himself up to avoid an embarrassing watery demise and shook himself dry.

'Thank god no one was here to see that' he thought. As the looked at the stream, a thought popped into his head.

"Where there's water, there's people". He said aloud.

If history and experience had taught him anything, it was that most civilizations were formed around bodies of water. He decided the best course of action was to simply follow this stream, perhaps he would find a small community that could provide him with information about this new world. Maybe some clothes as well.

With this in mind the marked man set off, following the river stream towards whatever destination awaited him.

AN: And so our world hopping hero arrives to the lands of Paradis Island and into the world of Attack on Titan. What new adventures await him in this new world, what new lands will he explore?, How will he deal with the local threats? How will the human population of this world react to a giant, glowing naked man? Find out in the next chapter.

Idea for a Season 1 style Opening Credits:

Scene starts with a black void, before a blue glowing light begins to form. It expands for a few moments before a set of hands appear and cradle the glowing orb. Streams of light begin to shine through before the hands release the orb which explodes and turns into trails of light that scatter around forming into the familiar tree like structure of the Paths. Que the title of this fanfiction.

Scene changes to the hands once more as they gather bits of the blue light. They clasp together, then separate to reveal a skeleton, while opening credits begin to show. Scene changes to a few shots of the skeleton as it spins, just as flashes of a variety of scenes begin to show, many of them being of an individual fighting a variety of enemies of titanic proportions.

Scene changes to the trails in the paths once more, as blue glowing veins begin to spread through them. Shot changes to openings in the paths that show certain scenes from the manga/anime. As the blue veins make their way through, the scenes are either erased completely or altered.

Scene changes to the skeleton again as the hands grab more blue light. They shower the skeleton with the light, which causes organs and muscles to form, a shot of a skeletal right hand having its flesh be sown on is shown, as well as a shot of the left leg. More flashes of giant creatures being fought are shown.

Scene changes to the branches of the paths beginning to twist and contort as new symbols begin to show. Scene changes to the muscled body now spinning as skin begins to form around it, jump cuts to the biceps, thighs, stomach, and head are shown. Markings and symbols begin to etch onto the skin of the body, just as flashes of more scenes show a marked figure in a variety of situations, both peaceful and violent.

Scene changes to the hands as they grasp one another and tighten their grip, before releasing to reveal Skullsmite. The morning star floats down into the arms of the figure, revealing to be Maverick. Credits end as a closeup of Maverick's face is shown, as his glowing eyes open and stare at the screen.

This would all be animated by WIT Studio of course.