A/N: So chapter two has arrived...

Look I'm not going to lie this chapter was hard to write because I know NOTHING about Bertholdt's character, especially his backstory, mostly because it hasn't really been fully revealed yet. So as you can imagine, this whole chap os gonna be sooooo OOC.

Anyway, I managed to write it, but only with a whole lot of encouragement from the famous JubbaWubba (thank)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry *bows down before you*

Bertholdt has always been the biggest for his age. Ever since he was five years old he had towered over the other kids, and his dæmon, Imelda, was no exception. She always assumed large forms to match her companion, such as a husky, a lion, or a reindeer.

Yet despite their sizes, the pair were actually quite shy. Keeping to each other, they were always withdrawn and quiet. Others kids were intimidated by the size contrast between there own dæmons, who were usually sparrows or rabbits or other small animals This meant that Bertholdt and Imelda spent a lot of time alone.

One sun dappled afternoon Bertholdt was sitting by himself under a tree, reading yet another book. Imelda was hung upside down on one of the low branches as a large, black bat with a golden scruff of fur behind her neck. The pair were bored to say the least. That was when something strange happened.

Amidst the silence only broken by occasional birdsong or insect scrapings came a low rustling. Imelda pricked her ears up at once, and twisted her head this way and that. Bertholdt felt his partner's curiosity and put down his book. There is was again, coming from the nearby bushes was a definite rustling noise. There was something, or someone there.

Suddenly a hissing wildcat leaped out of the bush and seconds later it was followed by a little blond boy.

"Chaaaaarrrggggeeee!" Came the cry from the short yet stocky young figure, and the pair raced towards Bertholdt and Imelda at full pace. Imelda flew down off her branch in a flurry of black, and stretched out her wings in front of Bertholdt, as if to protect him. Meanwhile Bertholdt backed away swiftly, tripping and stumbling on the way. To put some distance between him and the mystery attackers, he edged around the thick, gnarled tree.

And just as quick as the wild pair had come, they stopped, panting. At first Bertholdt thought they were shaking in rage, but he looked closer and saw that this strange boy was laughing.

"I got you good didn't I?" He chuckled. Imelda began to feel more at ease, and she flickered shapes to become a curios fox, and meet the other dæmon.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" Questioned the blond, yet before waiting for an answer he went on, "I was exploring the forest, I'm the greatest explorer there ever was! We were just hunting some titans, and we nearly had 'em to before we saw you two!"

Bertholdt's eyes widened in awe at the brave, young warrior.

"Hey, do want to come and help us find them? Then we'll slice them open from head to toe!"

"M-me?"

"Yes, captain... uuuhh what's your name anyway?

"Bertholdt."

"Great well let's go and get those titans captain Bertholdt!"

"O-okay," Bertholdt smiled, this was the first time he ever had been invited to play before. "Oh, what's your name?"

"Reiner. Reiner Braun!"

And the tall and awkward boy, spent the whole afternoon exploring the forest with the short and energetic boy. The two were soon best friends. Throughout their childhood, Reiner was always inventing games and commanding Bertholdt and Imelda to hold down this titan while he sliced off the neck or telling the pair to scout ahead and look for that danger. Bertholdt was always happy to do whatever Reiner said, happy to let him take the lead.

And this was how they grew up, Imelda's forms started to get smaller and smaller however. As soon as they had become friends with Reiner she no longer had felt the need to protect Bertholdt by being large animals, because the brave blond was there to do it for them both.

One day at about the age of 14, Imelda became a mouse, the smallest form she had ever been. Bertholdt took no notice of it at the time, because he and Reiner were out collected firewood, and he was listening to the other boy tell him tales of all the titans he had defeated in combat. But then Imelda crawled up to his shoulder, and whispered gently to him,

"I've settled Ber." And he turned and picked her up, cupping her softly in his palms. Her fur was brown, she had a thin sliver of a tail and curious eyes that gazed apprehensively at him.

"You're tiny," He said to her, "You're perfect."

See what I mean, that's just about the most OOC thing you've ever just read, right? Do you think Bertholdt's dæmon would be a mouse? He's kind of a coward, I guess... What would you have put it as?