"The year was 845, and the fabric of our familiar world had been irreversibly altered. It was a time of profound and far-reaching change when the very essence of our existence was transformed in ways we could scarcely have imagined." The tranquil and uncomplicated existence we once shared has been shattered beyond repair. The protective barriers that once safeguarded us have been virtually obliterated. In the eyes of some, creatures commonly known as monsters are referred to by a different title: titans. These towering giants are looming over peaceful homes, disrupting the tranquility and solace of our families. These monstrous entities have arrived to shatter our families with their mindless and senseless acts of destruction.
With a swift snatch, they are capable of sinking their teeth into our heads and swiftly devouring us whole. Surviving the monstrous Titans would have been an enormous challenge for our family and many others. Despite the chaos and obstacles, we somehow found ourselves boarding one of the numerous escape transporters, our hearts racing with a mix of relief and fear as we secured our places on board. Since the devastating events at Shiganshina and the breach of Wall Maria, the world we once knew has undergone significant and profound changes. In the initial stages, the supply of food began to dwindle, causing hardship for many families who struggled to secure even a meager meal.
The lives of numerous families were profoundly impacted. While some found themselves coming together again, others experienced a permanent and heartbreaking separation. My family, unfortunately, had their own share of challenges and difficulties to overcome. My father was a towering figure of strength, a man of simple but unwavering devotion to his family. My mother, with her sweet nature, embodied gentleness and empathy, providing nothing less than unwavering moral support and boundless love for all of us. The three of us stood united, with unwavering belief in our hearts. We were convinced that as long as we remained steadfastly together, there was no challenge we couldn't overcome.
About a year later, in the year 846, The royal government mobilized more than 250,000 civilian troops to Wall Maria to retake the territory from the Titans that had overrun the area. This massive deployment meant that many families were being called upon to serve the government's cause. My heart ached as we watched Father, a man of unwavering conviction, set out to battle the Titans in pursuit of what he saw as our God-given freedom. Despite my mother's heartfelt pleas for him to stay, emphasizing our immediate need for his presence, he stood firm in his belief that his efforts would serve us best out there rather than here at home. Before his departure, he assured us that he would promptly correspond with us. He even entrusted me with my very own field journal to meticulously record and document all of my extraordinary experiences. In the beginning, we were receiving letters from him frequently, as often as he could manage to send them. However, later on, the frequency of letters became more sporadic, arriving at different times. They gradually decreased until they eventually ceased completely. We anxiously waited for what felt like an eternity, yearning for any kind of signal that he was safe, praying for his return.
On that fateful day, the soldiers finally arrived back within the protective confines of Wall Rose, bringing with them a glimmer of hope for the success of their mission. Sadly, the reality was stark: fewer than one-eight of the refugee soldiers had managed to return. The lifeless bodies were carefully concealed beneath blankets in the wagons, shielding the gruesome extent of their injuries from view. As we anxiously scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of Father's return, a flicker of hope lingered in our hearts. However, as the crowd gradually dispersed, it became increasingly apparent that Father's familiar figure was conspicuously absent among them. There was uncertainty surrounding his status. When questioned about whether he was deceased or living, we received conflicting responses. Some individuals claimed he had passed away, while others insisted he was still alive, albeit at an undisclosed location. The reclamation mission ended in complete failure, leaving us with no knowledge of my father's safety or condition.
I realized that we were helpless and couldn't do anything, or at least that's what I thought at first. But then I came up with a risky plan. It was a drastic measure, but I believed it could help us. I refused to passively wait for my father's uncertain return. I was feeling desperate, so I made the bold decision to enlist in the scout regiment. When I mustered up the courage to share this with my mom, she immediately rejected the idea. "Understandably, it's no wonder she feels this way. Dealing with the loss of the person you love most is already incredibly difficult, but losing her one and only child as well would be absolutely heartbreaking for her." Despite my best efforts, I made sure to reassure her that everything would be fine and promised that I would return home safe and sound.
"Finally, after exhaling deeply, my mother looked at me with understanding and acknowledged the depth of my emotions. She told me that I possessed the same inner strength as my father." Despite feeling discouraged about my decision to leave, she agreed with it. I could sense her belief in me and her hope that I would accomplish great things and inspire change in others. On the day I was set to leave and join the scouts, I found myself unable to resist embracing my mother in a gentle yet comforting hug. We both understood that it would likely be a long time before we saw each other again. As we navigate through life's challenges, we hold onto the comforting knowledge that we are never truly alone. Our hearts were filled with each other's love, serving as a constant source of support and companionship.
Now enlisted within the Scouts regiment, adorning my scout uniform with my fist on my chest in a salute, I am dedicated to preparing for the potential return of the Titans. We'll train tirelessly, pushing ourselves to the limit every day, in the hope of being ready to help others in their desperate times. In this fight for humanity's survival, a game between life and death, I, along with my fellow comrades, will fight to the very end. My name is Daniel Archer, and we're coming for you, Titans.