Hiya! So, just a few extra notes I forget to mention earlier. 1. Some of this is based directly from the show, but a majority of it is based in the three years during training and before Trost. I may or may not add the Battle of Trost portion to this story, it all depends on how long it is. Maybe I'll write a part two. Anyway, spoiler: the first few chapters might suck a little bit because it's an introduction and intros are always boring. But hold fast, it should start getting interesting pretty soon. If you have any questions feel free to message me or leave a review. If you have any suggestions, leave a review. If you think the story sucks, hell tell me. Don't be shy! Okay well, here's Chapter 2…
Note: I'm switching to first person because 3rdPOV is interpersonal and annoying. Now I'm done.
Cyrena
My name is Cyrena. I am fourteen and a half years old. I come from Shiganshina. I was there That Day. I survived. My mother is dead. My father might as well be. I am a member of the 104thCadet Corps, my goal is the Scouts.
Orientation took four hours. There are roughly 387 cadets in our class, of those I remember only a few names. Jean Kirstein from Trost, nice face structure, hoping for placement in the Military Police. Mina Carolina from Karaness, I think, the only reason why I remember her name is because it rhymes. Armin Arlelt and Connie Springer, both had been head-picked by Saides, at least once. And finally, there's Potato Girl, though I don't remember her real name. She had a close brush with death today after talking back to Commadant. She was caught in the ranks eating a potato. I am not kidding. It was actually hysterical, and disappointing, and terrifying. Saides didn't actually kill Potato girl, just revoked her meal privileges and told her to run until sun down. Right now she is passing by our living quarters, her face is red and dripping with sweat and she is already tripping over her feet.
Me and a few of my new classmates are sitting on the porch. I'm sitting in a rocking chair behind two boys I recognize from the ranks. Armin Arlelt, and the dark haired boy, who never said who he was. Saides passed our row, about five or six of us. My guess is that we are all survivors, hailing from Shiganshina or Maria, or possibly some of the other outliers. If there were any survivors at all.
"Man, I thought Saides was gonna kill potato girl." Connie says, he's on the other side of the porch along with Mina and Maxwell(?).
"I know, what a hell of a first day." The dark haired boy agrees, "It's funny, being told to run until the sun sets didn't seem to bother her nearly as much as losing meal privileges for the next five days."
"I think she said she was from Dopper. If I remember right, that's a small hunting village in the mountains." Connie explains. Just as he says this I see a carriage moving up the rock on the other end of the field. And just as I wonder, as if on cue the dark haired boy says:
"Hey, what's that?"
"They're drop outs." Mina says. "They prefer to work in the fields."
"But it's only the first day." I chirp, my vocals betraying me. I am an exceptionally shy person in new places, but I just can't believe anyone would rather pull plants than fight.
"That's the way it is." The boy pitches in. "If you can't handle the pressure, you gotta leave."
Connie and Maurice(?) and Mina all look over at the boy, like he said something wrong, like it's a shock. I, personally, wouldn't have said it any other way.
"I can't believe" he continues, "Anyone would rather pull plants than fight."
I gasp inwardly and look up at the boy. He's staring distantly at the carriage of drop outs. There's something about his eyes, the color of a grey sky, that say a lot more than I can read. It's funny, how closely our minds work. Maybe he will become one of my new friends. There's something about starting at new place, you look at everyone and wonder who you'll pair up with and who will remain insignificant. Malachi(?) stands and faces the boy.
"I know about some of us, but you never mentioned where you were from, Eren." He says.
That's his name. I think as if I had accomplished something. Eren slaps Armin on his shoulder.
"Same as Armin. From Shiganshina."
That's what I figured. Connie-and-friends eyes' widen, I can feel the color drain from my face.
"Oh wow," Martin(?) stutters in awe, "That means…"
"You saw it. You were there That Day." Connie interrupts with a mischievous glint in his eye. The look of a curious child, I think (his buzz cut does make him look rather juvenile).
"Quiet." Marco(?) says sternly, but he is blatantly ignored.
"The Colossal One. Did you see him?" The excitement in his voice is unmistakable, and unreal. A testament to his ignorance. If he actually knew what they were like, he'd wish he didn't. Ardently, I fight flashbacks. Eren's eyes grow dark.
"Yea. I did."
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The inside of the Dining Cabin is lit by candles, like flickering lights. There is one that shines above Eren andf on him, like a spotlight.
"Yea, okay? I saw the big guy."
Eren sits amid a crowd of eager classmates. I'm alone in the corner with a book, trying to bury myself in its pages. I'd rather not participate in story time. I spent a long time trying to forget it, but as I try to get lost something anchors me in reality. Maybe it's the sound of his voice, or the cacophony that is all the others.
His groupies gasp. Whispers of bemusement sprout up from his crowd.
"No way."
"Woah, seriously?"
"Unbelievable." They say. A boy named Samuel is the first to actually speak.
"Okay so exactly how tall was it?"
"It stuck its head over the outer wall." Eren say innocuously.
"No way! I heard it stepped over the wall completely!" someone says.
"That was the rumor in my village too!"
"Mine too!"
"Nah, he was big, but not that big." Eren continues. How could he be so nonchalant? If he remembers all those things: the Colossal, the breach, that first Titan that entered the walls- how could he not be frozen in fear…
My heart is panicking inside my chest. I try to breathe.
They all sound so excited, as if we were discussing our favorite foods, or puppies and finding out that someone has the same favorite as ours. Not recollecting a terrible tragedy that resulted in the inhumane slaughter of nearly a fifth of the population. It was a day that should have only existed in a nightmare, yet they discuss it as if it were a saviors' holiday. I roll my eyes.
Focus. I think trying to get back to my book.
The top of Katahahdin was just ahead. We could see it through a break in the cold, misty clouds that whirled around us…
"So what did it look like?"
"It had a mouth like a corpse." He answers, "And no skin just muscles."
I fight to keep the image out of my head.
Read.
Henry wanted to race for it, but I shook my head. Those last hundred yards were heavy ones, in spite of the stiff, rocky climb I was cold and shivery…
"And the Armored Titan? The one that broke through Wall Maria?"
"Is that what they're calling it? In all the panic it was just another Titan to me."
I've had it.
"Can we talk about something else, please?" I ask sharply. Everyone looks in my direction, even the Little Starlet, as I call him. His eyes look blue in this light, and they're tinted with resentment. He looks me up and down once and then everyone returns to story time.
"No way, so what are they like?"
Bastards. I think, hatred spreading through my chest like a wildfire. I close my book and walk out of the room. Once outside I take a deep breath and look up at the moon. It's almost curfew. I flip through the pages of my book without reading them, I don't even notice that there is another person on this porch.
"Story time not doing it for ya?"
I almost scream. Armin steps into the candle light and I let myself breathe.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He says.
"You should know better than to go sneaking up on people." I reply, regaining my composure. "You're lucky I didn't throw this book at you." I say, lifting it up for emphasis. He smiles a little and I notice, his eyes are super blue. Like, unmistakably blue. Like God-took-a-giant-piece-of-the-sky-and-stuffed-in-his-iris-blue.
"Is it any good?" he asks. I look at the cover.
"What this?" I'm holding it with two hands now. "Define 'good'."
He smiles, a genuine smile. His voice is deep, but not deep in a manly way. In an I'm-smarter-than-you kind of way, if that makes any sense. It's screams practicality but it's smooth like honey. And for some reason, his smile makes me feel like I'm pouring warm honey over my heart. Weird, but that is exactly what it feels like. And a small smile tugs on the corners of my lips. Just then, the bells ring, telling us it's time to return to our respective dorms. I'm hugging the book now.
"Well, I'll see you later Armin." I say as the door opens behind me. I move out of the way so I don't block the people inside.
"I never got your name." he stops me. I pause for a second.
My name is Cyrena.
"Cyrena." I say finally.
"Bye, Cyrena." He responds. The way he says my name, with a twinge of admiration, or I could be mistaken, either way I feel warmth swell in my chest, like the sun is shining over it.
Hey again! So I'm going to end it here because it's late as hell and my computer is about to die. I hope you liked this chapter. It's pretty much been there, seen that, bought the T-shirt but I did add some original parts so I hope you liked those. Please leave a review and I'll get back to you soon!
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