It felt like years, but it was probably just days when I finally got over whatever it was I had. When I finally got out of bed, I learnt that Kevin was out running around somewhere...at least that was what I was told. I don't believe them though. I went to the dinning hall and went to get something light to eat.

"Levi..." Another's voice started to say.

I turned to look at who spoke, it was Nathaniel.

"Yes, Nathaniel?"

"How are you feeling? Any better?"

I looked at him with a questioning look. "What do you mean?"

"We were all told that you had the flue."

I laughed as I shook my head. "Who said it was that sickness? No, I know what I had and I rather not tell. It disgusts me to think that was why I was sick." I sound so confident in that was the answer...but am I really?

Those who were around the blonde, who is Nathaniel, all stared at me with an awkward stare. I just ignored them and went to the front of the dinning room where the counter was. I then went behind the counter and made something light. I knew my stomach couldn't handle much and I'm still weak. After I had something to eat, I went back to my room and got my gear. Once I got gear on, I went to the training room and started to practice my maneuvers, since it's been some time from the last time I was working with my gear. I shot my grappling hooks into the air and I felt a tug on my waist as I was lifted in the air. I started practicing...

Was he the reason why I sick? Is he someone more than a boy to me? I shake my head from the disgusting thought. But then why would I be sick when he's here and well when he's not?...No. Don't look too far into it. It's first time it happened. May be I really had the flue and not have a fever. It makes no sense...being sick and have no fever. I've always had a fever when I was sick...but then it could be sickness of the heart. But what kind of sickness? I barely know Kevin, so how could I have any feelings for him...even the slightest...even wanting to be friends? For now, I just need to shut him out. See how he takes it and sees if he leaves me alone. I'm only ten. Why am I even having this mental discussion? He doesn't even seem to care how I feel.

I sighed, as I did a sharp turn around a support beam and latched onto another beam as I started tilting at windmills...swinging my swords at nothing. Pretending to fight off anything my imagination could bring forth.

What am I still doing here? I should be on my own now...but just now being able to participate in missions. May be I'll stay for just another year or two. I want to get really good with this gear first. They have been good to me, since I joined them. So I might as well gain their trust as well. I know I told my mother that I want to preserve human life and gain knowledge of the titans. But I'm still too weak to join...I need to harness these new skills and fight like my life is on the line. Even though it is, I am clueless about those behemoths...killing wise at least. I'm starting to get the hang of running around with my gear. Surprised it's early...normally it takes me months to learn something new, when it comes to fighting. But this feels like I'm flying. Flying with no limitation to my movements.

I landed on a high support beam and jumped off, as I waited just about the last second to release my grappling hook. It caught onto the lower support beams and I continued to swing about the training room.

Its just like the book describes it, the rush of air hitting your face. Not a trace of time seems to have gone by. No bead of sweat to welcome your neck or face. Breathe being taken away by how close to the ground in fear of getting killed by hitting it. Nothing to stop the momentum of movement, the thrill of being free. Nothing to hold you back. No one telling you, you can't fly. This is flying...this is freedom. How can anyone tell me different? Now that I know what freedom feels like. I wonder what it's like to be freer than this. Can't even imagine freedom being more than this...this feeling I'm feeling.

Somewhere amongst my thoughts, I realized I stopped moving. Just lying there, breathing heavily and on my stomach. Wait...my stomach? How did I get on the ground ...moreover on my stomach? I got up onto my feet and pulled the grappling hook trigger on the swords. Nothing happened. The tanks made a sound. I then realized that my freedom was limited...I need to get some gas, so I could fly and be free. Giving a heavy sigh, I went to the wash room and cleaned up. When I was cleaned, I went back to my room and sat on my bed. Looking at my gear in hopes it'll give me some answers as to what to do next.