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The idea of the city in this chapter came to my mind when I watched a episode from Karneval.

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CHAPTER 4

The horse was white and drew much attention as the horseman.

Rivaille not changed his clothes, when learned that the prisoners would be sold in Trost.

Some medallions and cufflinks war ornamented his garb.

He swore on his own breath for not having left earlier, if he had personally gone after Eren nothing like that have happened.

Little by little the landscape changed, remembering the dystopian past he saw in Shiganshina.

It was harvest time, because of the drought the harvest was not good.

When a farmer does not produce enough they take their children to work as slaves. Some of them commit suicide... it's better than face this terrible destiny.

Thievery was also a case that could lead people to death. There was only one exception...he turned his eyes to the horizon, trying not to look at all those hungry and desperate faces that both remembered his childhood.

The bright sun burned his body underneath the black clothes, a few houses were seen nearby, all looted and destroyed.

He stopped next to a lake to provide water to your horse but departed immediately, a piece of rotten wood floated on a water covered in mud and blood.

Mutilated bodies floated with torn clothes.

Some of them were with a strong scent of burning flesh, bodies were floating along with debris.

Small yellow fish nibbled the skin of a dead man while others were decaying.

A girl looked at him on the lake's edge, she was holding a rag doll, both stained with blood.

She nodded toward him and smiled.

When she smiled her skin began to fall, bleeding from both eyes.

A man ran from inside a hut on fire and stabbed an ax in her neck, making her fall dead amid all that dirt.

Their eyes met, the man pleaded for help, raising their hands in the air while holding the motionless body in his arms, the doll already forgotten was floating along with the dead.

There was nothing else to do there.

The same graveyard scene was repeated in his mind. The man probably was the sole survivor of a massacre...he will die soon. He ignored and followed his path, ignoring the cries of pain.

Along the road men and animals were burning, some hanging in wooden stakes with mutilated bodies, blood dripping from their throats cut.

A dog ate the leg of a dead woman and howled.

The phrase "Death was here" was written in blood on the face and body of the victims.

There's no one left to tell what happened.

Rivaille rode until dusk.

The Trost district was a partying city, carnival flags were displayed at the entrance.

The main attraction was the public beheadings, condemned men who were judged to death for his crimes.

As he approached the gate a man pointed a spear to him.

"Who are you, stranger? Show me your face or I ..."

"Or what?" Rivaille unhorsed and approached him.

The burly man took two steps backwards.

"How long the slave caravan passed here?" He ignored the kneeling guards. Everyone knew that if he wanted the two man would be killed by recklessness.

"We ask for your pardon, my lord."

"Do not make me repeat."

"My Lord ... some of them were for the exhibition and slave auction...others were selected for the evening show, you know... the beheadings..."

"One of them will be a special attraction, a slave with jade's eyes ... forgive me, my lord."

Both knelt at his feet, staring at the floor... unlike Eren that always faced him with burning passion.

Rivaille pointed a knife to his neck.

"Where I find the prisioner with jade's eyes'?"

"I...I don't know, sir, I just received orders to leave the carriage forward...I'm not allowed to leave my post.

"Open that goddamn gate and let me go."

"My lord... I'm sorry if I caused trouble... I"

The knife had a trickle of blood running down on his neck.

"Open it."

One of the guards shouted and asked them to open.

The gate was heavy and needed several men to pull a large lever which made the stakes rise from the ground.

Upon entering the town people stopped and lowered their heads as a sign of honor and respect.

While his horse trotted everyone avoided his face like he was burning.

The happiness of this place was false.. It was celebration time, many masked mans and womans walked on the pier, some of them hiding sad faces.

The bridges were decorated with flowers, including those little blue flowers that Eren decorated the grave and his mother's hair.

In the midst of all this beauty yet there were people begging for food and prostitutes calling for customers.

A band played a slow funeral songs, a striking contrast with the lively atmosphere of the city.

He tied his horse in a stable. It was better to walk alone since itself called enough attention.

Several people stopped talking, and turned away to make him pass.

Black was a color of mourning and at the same time power. Those who used this color were only royalty or plague doctors.

His intention was to go to the slave market and look up to Eren in hell if is necessary.

In the midst of many colors and laughter was difficult to distinguish the streets of the town.

He crossed the wooden bridge, his face was reflected in the water, austere and impassive. The only man im black in the middle of all that crowd.

Gondolas passed under the bridge, a couple was kissing. He couldn't identify whether they were men or women.

His gaze returned to the water as it reflected the image of another person near him.

Rivaille turned and grabbed the dagger toward his eye.

The man screamed and fell back, he was dressed like a common peasant without mask.

"Who are you? Worm."

"I an sent by THAT plague doctor... I know where he is...that brat... Eren."

"Why should I believe you?"

He drew from his pocket a piece of glove and held out his hands to show it.

"My name os Jean... by the way I'm not interested in him.. I was just hired by that crazy girl with doctor's mask... my mission is found you and save him from death... you know ya they will tear their eyes, even blind it will be valuable..."

A few seconds passed in silence until he saw the most scariest face of his life.

"if you're lying, consider yourself dead."

"I also want revenge from those damn bastards... they killed my family in the same way they will do with the prisoner. I want to live! My service has already been paid."

He had no response.