Hey everyone.

So yes, I have been very busy, very tired lately, which is why this chapter is late, and I apologize. I made this chapter longer than the others so I can make it up to you.

And also, I took my time because after the last chapter, i realized that I f uped. I wrote chapter 9 when I was very tired, and the result was that I wrote it too fast, without thinking, and thus created many faults. One of them being that Historia's city is Tokyo, when in my notes I clearly wrote: Sets place in a Germanic country. And I let that pass with Shiganshina since it's a fictional city, but I should've made Historia's fictional too. Because at the very beginning I wanted her city to be Berlin but the whole thing with the Mountains wouldn't have worked.

I apologize for that.

Also many of the reviews resemble so i'll try to make things clear here:

1. No, Historia really died and it wasn't a dream. But hopefully this chapter will explain it to you.

2. It's a bit more complex than time travelling, again, this chapter will answer but if it's still confusing for you basically Eren and Historia don't live in the same timeline.

3. I didn't write what was going on with Frieda because I wanted the focus to stay on Historia, but basically Frieda got scolded by her father for helping Historia escape.

Thank you so much for the reviews they're really helpful and I enjoy reading them! :D

This chapter will clear things up and I hope you will all enjoy it!

The rain was falling down on the city like bad news on a grey day. The mood was heavy, and sad, just like the teens'.

Mikasa and Armin had managed to carry the sobbing Eren back into the man's car, and they all drove to a cheap hotel near the man's House. The man, called Erwin, had decided to keep an eye on the children. He came by the next morning, to see how they were. Eren was still curled up in bed, crying softly and not speaking.

"Poor child," Erwin sighed softly as he stood by the room's door, eyes on the crying teen. Mikasa was sitting next to him, stroking his shoulder to comfort him a little. Armin stood beside Erwin, looking exhausted and sad too.

"Sir Erwin," he said, looking up to the man. "You seemed to have known the Reiss personally… Who were they to you?"

Erwin blinked to the teen's question and sighed, shaking his head. "It's a long story. I wasn't that close to them. Just… Knew the father, and not in a good way."

"How come?"

The blond rubbed his eyebrows, sighing. "We can talk about this around a cup of coffee, if you want?"

"No."

The three of them stood frozen in shock as they heard Eren's voice speaking firmly from under the blanket. Soon, his head popped out, and dead red eyes were looking up tiredly.

"Can you… Guys get me something to eat or drink?" he asked Mikasa and Armin in a croaked voice, properly sitting up.

The two friends looked a bit hesitant at first but obeyed, leaving the room together.

Erwin took the desk's chair, and pulled it to Eren's bed. He sat in front of the teen, expression firm. Seeing that, Eren narrowed his eyes, knowing the man was still hesitant.

"I know that Rod Reiss wasn't a very clean man… Please tell me."

Erwin watched the teen more sternly, as if trying to see if he was ready to hear about Rod Reiss. The determination in Eren's tired eyes clearly convinced him. The man smiled faintly, straightening up.

"The Reiss have always been quite well in affairs, bathed into luxury and were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They were raised to take over the family's never ending heritage, that was kept secret to the public. But they weren't hurting anybody, until… Six years ago. Rod Reiss had entered business with a group we believe were called 'Eldinon', a group who was quite skilled into the black market of selling illicit products and spread old fashioned beliefs. Rod got easily influenced, which is why he brought the tradition of marrying rich blood with rich blood. His eldest daughter was already promised, Historia… I believe she was about to get promised to the Chief's son, Reiner."

Eren frowned to that, narrowing his eyes. "How do you know all that?"

Erwin smiled knowingly. "I myself had a double life. I was Commander in daylight but double agent at night. But after the attack three years ago… I retired. I wanted to change, see something else than corruption… I went back to my passion for cooking, and I'm very happy I have."

Eren's eyes softened a little, and looked down in thought.

"What happened exactly? Three years ago…?"

Erwin sighed to that, the memory paining him. Judging from his expression, the teen could probably suspect that he was present that night.

"Rod was very bad in the black market business, and the Eldinon were growing impatient with his tardiness and lies. So on the Christmas Ball, where every important person of society was… They got in, pretending to have forgiven Rod, when they actually… Set up bombs everywhere in the Castle, killing the staff. The first explosion was in the Ballroom. I was outside, about to leave, but when the explosion happened I rushed inside with my friends to help anyone who would still be alive. I heard screaming upstairs, presumably a girl, but I… I couldn't get in, or climb I just… Heard everyone screaming and by the time the firemen came it was too late… There were just… Flames everywhere, people were trapped."

At that exact moment, Eren's expression fell into absolute horror and shock. His eyes were wider than ever, lips were trembling and he became paler than a ghost.

'E-Eren… D-Don't you remember me?'

Suddenly Eren could remember every second of his terrible dream. The flames, the door being closed, Historia stuck behind it and crying…

These past few months… I've been dreaming about her death. Wait….

Eren reached out blindly for the necklace around his neck, looking at the key and the thread like they were humanity's saviors.

She was the one who gave me this! Three years ago! On the day of the Gods! She knew who I was! But I didn't! Because I didn't know her at that time!

"I-I," Eren had difficulties to speak. This was too surreal to believe but… He had to! He had to believe it or else he'd be trapped in some kind of reality he didn't want to face, a reality where he was mad. The teen suddenly got up, which startled Erwin. "Sir Erwin! What did Rod do to tick off the Eldinons?"

The tall man blinked, a little surprised by the teen's question. "I… Believe he refused to give a document to them."

"What document?"

"Why do you want to know?"

Eren frowned, growing a bit impatient. He moved to his bag and pulled his drawings out.

"I met Historia three years ago, at the day of the Gods in our village. She knew who I was, but I didn't, she's the one who gave me this necklace," he said, showing his necklace to the man. "I know you might take me for a madman but… It's all I've got left. I believe that time got fucked up for us for a reason. The messages we shared months ago were years ago for Historia! "

"Kid," Erwin frowned, standing up as well.

"Listen to me!" Eren yelled out, knowing that the man would just call him reckless and delusional. "This is all I've got left! I NEED to know! I swear if I'm wrong I'll admit it and we can… We can move on but I need to know! This can't be a coincidence that Historia and I shared such a bond without knowing each other, and in different timelines."

His breathing was getting heavy as he finished, this was so much for him, but he needed to stay strong to go through this.

"I'll do it," he said sternly, determination in his eyes. "With or without you."

Stunned, Erwin, who met Eren just yesterday, was getting convinced by the teen's words. He smiled faintly, remembering how full of determination he was when he was young, going to crazy ends to find the truth… He could relate to Eren.

He stood up, and went over to the teen, holding his hand out. "I'll help you, Eren."

Eren had watched the man moving to him warily, but his expression relaxed to his words and he smiled faintly, shaking the hand back.

Erwin sat down again, smiling a bit to the teen.

"Will you tell me your plan if I told you what document the Eldinons wanted from Rod?"

Eren's eyebrows creased together in determination, nodding with certainty. "Yes."

The tall man then smiled faintly, and nodded slowly. "Rod had promised the Reiss' greatest treasure, something that is purely theirs and defines them," his eyes laid on Eren's necklace, eyeing the key and the thread. "Something sealed… But he couldn't find… The key to it."

Eren's eyes widened, and they soon landed on the golden key around his neck. This entire time... He had the fate of the Reiss family around his neck? Why would Historia give it to him? Did she know about this treasure?

Damnit Historia, Eren thought sadly, lifting the key up a little. You practically gave me your death sentence… You doomed yourself and your family. This… Isn't the liberation I would've wanted you to have.

He closed his eyes as he thought about how sad and also terrifying all of this was. He looked at the key longingly, and even kissed it softly.

"So?" Erwin asked softly, tilting his head. "What's your plan?"

Eren opened his eyes slowly, teal eyes shimmering with pure determination as he looked at Erwin and his friends.

"We're leaving to a special tower."

And to a special tower they left.

Eren had managed to convince both Mikasa and Armin that he would leave for the day to a doctor and just wanted to be left alone, when in reality, he and Erwin were driving up the mountain again.

Once they reached the fateful place from yesterday, they could see two figures putting flowers on the common grave: A small dark haired man and a tall woman with glasses and a messy ponytail. Upon seeing them, Erwin's expression seemed to brighten up.

"Levi! Hanji!" He called out as he and Eren left the car.

The two figures turned around, and Hanji beamed, waving to the tall man. "Hey there!"

Erwin went over to them with a sad smile, looking down on the grave then the two friends. Eren followed, nodding to the two politely.

"Did you… Know the Reiss too? " he asked softly.

Hanji's eyes saddened a bit to that, and a faint smile appeared on his face. "Just one. The little Historia. She was quite the young woman…

Eren blinked to that. They knew Historia? How come he never met them as Historia?

"How did you know her?"

Levi sighed, looking a bit bored, but that's because he was trying to hide his own grief.

"She came to us three years ago. She wanted to find her boyfriend in Shiganshina, where we've volunteered to be tour guides on the day of the gods."

Eren gasped, eyes wide, and he looked between Levi and Hanji and awe. "No way! I'm from Shigan- Wait."

Realization slowly morphed on his face as he rewind Levi's words, and his lips soon formed an 'o' in shock.

"Oh you… She… Wait, boyfriend?" he blushed a little.

"Uh-huh," Hanji smirked. "She came to Shiganshina to find a boy she was veeery fond off. And she found him just at the end! It was so cute."

Eren chuckled awkwardly, and slowly pointed a finger to himself. "I… I think I'm the guy. I met Historia for the first time on that day…"

"NO WAY!" Hanji gasped, bouncing over to Eren and grinning at him knowingly. "Awwww I understand her now! You're a real cutie!"

"That girl had weird tastes," Levi deadpanned, looking very unimpressed.

Eren chuckled awkwardly, a faint blush on his cheeks. "So you guys know about the day of the gods? Do you remember if… Something weird happened on that day three years ago?"

The two blinked to that question, looking at each other for an answer before shrugging.

"No not really. Why?"

"Well," Eren cleared his throat. "Isn't the day of the Gods known for something?"

"Ah! Messed up timelines!" Hanji chirped, holding her finger up. "Around dawn, it is believed timelines mix up for fates to unravel, or in the contrary tie together."

Eren's eyes widened to this very short description of his village Holiday. He never truly found it interesting, but now… This explained quite a lot.

He glanced up to the sky, above the trees, as if looking for something.

Messed up timelines…

The teen suddenly got a crazy idea, an idea that could change everything. He looked back to Erwin with determination.

"I know what to do," he said, before nodding to everyone. "Thank you, was greet meet you all bye!"

He spoke and ran off so quickly, the three adults had no time to register what was happening. Eren swore he heard Erwin call him as he jumped into the dark woods and ran up the Mountains, alone.

The teen remembered the way up there, the way to the Tower, the tower were all fates collide and are determined.

The moon was shining brightly on him as he finally reached it, breathless and exhausted. He felt relieved when he saw that tall tower before him, glad that that at least wasn't destroyed.

Eren moved to the only wooden door of that Tower, reached for the knob, turned it and… Nothing happened. It was closed.

"Shit."

The teen frowned, trying to figure something out… And that's when he saw the key around his neck like some divine apparition. He took it hesitantly and pushed it inside the door… And it opened.

Oh Frieda, Eren thought sadly as he entered the dark tower. He activated the lamp application on his phone and walked up those stairs he tripped on at least twice while being Historia, before finally entering the room where all fates are determined.

Eren watched the display sadly. All these people…Tangled in threads that choke them slowly. This needed to change.

He knelt down in front of Historia's plaque, smiling faintly.

I hope I'm not being too forward…

The boy gulped, and took the thread around his neck, eyeing it hesitantly. He then took a deep breath, and wrapped the end of the thread around his pinky, before tying the other hand on Historia's plaque. He took another deep breath and closed his eyes, bracing himself… But nothing happened.

He opened his eyes, looking around with the bit of hope that was left in his eyes and then sighed.

"I knew it…"

Eren was just about to untying the thread from his pinky, hesitant at first to break his tie with Historia forever… But just as he touched the thread, he had the feeling he was falling. Everything around him turned blank, and it was just him falling slowly with the thread tied tightly around his pinky, holding him.

He looked around a bit in panic, breathing getting heavy. The scene around him seemed to change, and all he could see different images coming up… Images of another life.

"Your name… Is going to be Historia."

The image of a blonde woman lying in a hospital bed with a newborn crying next to her appeared. She looked exhausted but happy.

Historia's mom, Eren thought as he watched the image vanish in a fog, before a new one appeared:

"I can't hold this up on my own," Rod Reiss was at the phone, looking very distressed. A young Historia was peeking from the door. "I-I need the money. Ever since my wife died I.. I just can't do this."

The Eldinons, Eren thought bitterly as he watched the image fade too. A new image appeared, with Historia trying to wash off words on her arm with a wet clothe.

"Eren you idiot," she grumbled, stopping for a moment to look at the 'snobby rich girl' insult Eren wrote on her arm. Her expression fell, and she let out a breathy sigh, tears appearing in her arms.

No, Eren's eyes widened, tears also appearing in his eyes as he reached out for Historia. I am an idiot! Historia please don't cry because of me!

But before he could reach Historia, the image fade, and Eren was still falling, literally holding onto a thread.

Eren gasped, blinking his tears away as he looked around in panic. Why was he reliving Historia's memories?

Another image appeared. It was Historia holding Eren's note to her heart and smiling happily. And before Eren could react the image changed into Historia travelling with the train, meeting Levi and Hanji to come and meet him. He saw that scene again, of her bumping into him and smiling up to him. And he didn't recognize her…

The final memory was during the Ball. Eren saw how beautiful Historia looked in her bright red dress, winced when he saw her dance with Reiner, and then... The fateful moment was about to come.

"Get out!" Eren screamed as he watched Historia go up to her room, seeing two suspicious men running off. But she couldn't hear him, he just locked herself in her room.

"HISTORIA GET OUT!" Eren begged out loud ,trying to move towards her. "YOU WILL DIE HERE!"

She was now moving to the door and pulling on the knob, but the door wouldn't open. Screaming would be heard downstairs, as well as the sound of loud explosions. The room became unbearably hot, and Historia, panicked and terrorized, was banging her fists against the door.

Eren tried to reach for the door, trying to open it just like in his dream. But it stayed locked, and he could hear Historia screaming in agony on the other side. Eren was shaking, crying out as the memory started to turn black, dying, just like Historia.

"HISTORIA!" He sobbed out, banging his fists against the door effortlessly, sobbing out. "I'm so sorry… I fucked up again… I-I can't even save you…"

There was a small moment of silence, as Eren levitated in the dark memory, the thread still wrapped around his finger.

Then suddenly, light.

Eren opened his eyes, gasping out loud as he found himself lying down now… In a… Comfy bed? He sat up, looking around him. Alright, this felt very real. He could feel things, smell them… This was real, unlike what he thought he just witnessed. Was it another dream? Or a trick of fate?

… I know this room… Wait... What just happened? I saw Historia's memories and now…

This scene seemed all too familiar. He looked down on himself, and to his big shock, but also relief… He saw that he had a pink gown on, and boobs.

No way.

Before Eren could say anything, a familiar figure appeared by the door, smiling at him.

"Get up Story! Today's the Winter ball!" Frieda chirped before quickly closing the door.

… NO WAY!