Christa dreamed she was back in the forest, running for her life. Behind her came her master's huntsmen, taunting her.

Please oh please, I am sorry for releasing the pigs.

Twang.

The first arrow pierced her shoulder and her pursuers hollered with joy, congratulating the one who shot her. She kept running.

Please let me have a second chance, I will be a good slave. Please.

The second arrow pierced her leg, causing her to stumble and fall. She got up and continued to move forward as fast as possible while limping. Her pursuers must have found this amusing, for they slowed down as well instead of overtaking her and finishing her off.

A second chance, please.

The third arrow pierced her back. She reeled with pain, but kept moving.

"Why doesn't this bitch fall already?" she heard one of her pursuers grouse.

"I'm tired of this game, let's just go and finish her already" another proposed to which his companions shouted their assent. She could hear them notching another arrow and Christa knew with chilling certainty that this arrow will be her end. In desperation she increased her speed as much as she could, but just as she was about to fall with exhaustion she came across the biggest tree she had ever seen. The tree was easily as big as a mountain but all Christa scared exhausted mind could care about was that she could hide in between its giant roots.

She stepped inside. Outside she could hear her pursuers searching for her, but she was safe here. Just as she was beginning to relax her legs gave out and she found herself falling in a lake.

She kicked and trashed, but to no avail. The water dragged her down.

Did I escape the huntsmen only to die of drowning.

PleaseIdon'twanttodiedon'twanttodiedon'twanttodie…

For a moment, everything stopped. She was in an endless starlit field. There was no pain, no fear, no nothing.

And then she was back in her world, but something was different. She was big, bigger than men, bigger than trees, bigger than even mountains.

She had run for what felt like hours to reach the tree, but it only took a few steps to reach the camp. Soldiers blew their horns, and legionnaires shot endless volleys of arrows at her, but they didn't even prick her skin.

Her master came out of his ornate tent. Ymir felt a rush of savage pleasure as she took in the fear in his face.

Yes, now you know how to be afraid.

She leaned down and picked him up. In her hands, he was as small as the toy figurines she used to play when she was younger. He was trembling. "Please", he begged. She responded by squeezing him harder, relishing the crack sounds his bones made as they broke. She flung his broken body as far as she could before returning her attention to the rest of the camp.

All of you had tormented me for so many years.

Thud, thud. Just 2 steps were enough to destroy the whole camp. A few smart soldiers managed to escape from the carnage from running away, but Christa was ready for them.

She plucked a tree from the ground and used it to swat them the way some swat bugs.

Ymir realised that she was actually laughing for the first time in years. Somehow her tongue had grown back too. But there was a strange wetness on her cheeks. Was she crying?

Why was she crying? This was all she had wanted after all. This was revenge. But as she looked at the ruins of the camp, at the broken bodies of the soldiers she had killed, she could only feel dread.

What have I done?

Then suddenly, she was falling. She was buried under what felt like burning mounds of flesh.

She was tired, so tired. But she still managed to free herself from the flesh.

I want to sleep now.

The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was a boy with startling green eyes.