Titanic Mysteries
EAT.
EAT.
CHEW.
SWALLOW.
EAT.
EAT.
CHEW.
SWALLOW.
The titan's mind was blank, filled only with the one gnawing command: eat, eat, eat. Its lumbering steps shook the ground, a grotesque smile spreading wider across its face. Strands of blonde hair hung in matted clumps, swinging as it scratched its head, puzzled by an echo of a name—Grisha. It didn't know why, or what that meant, only that it needed to find the creatures.
There—a tiny one, barely noticeable, kneeling over a larger figure pinned beneath a broken beam. The titan's eyes focused, its grin stretching impossibly wider as it reached out, fingers flexing in anticipation. It moved to grab the small one, but just before it could, another creature—larger, stronger—yanked the small one back and carried it away, leaving behind the larger form trapped under the rubble.
With a low, guttural groan of hunger, the titan shifted its focus, leaning down to lift the trapped creature. Without hesitation, it sank its teeth into the figure, flesh and bone cracking between its jaws in a single, gruesome bite.
In the distance, a young boy's scream split the air, raw and filled with agony, echoing above the chaos. Eren struggled against the soldier dragging him away, his eyes wide, his face twisted in horror as he watched his mother disappear, swallowed whole by the titan's bloodied grin. His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his skin until they drew blood. This wasn't just fear—it was a fury, a hatred that went deeper than anything he'd felt before.
As he was pulled farther from the nightmare, Eren's voice dropped to a low, venomous whisper, a promise that would echo through the years.
"I'll kill them… every one of you!
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A twelve-year-old Eren's eyes gleamed with excitement as he followed his father into the secluded woods. Grisha Yeager's expression was stern, his gaze filled with urgency, which puzzled Eren slightly. But Eren trusted his father. Grisha turned to him, his voice low and steady, yet edged with tension.
"Eren… things are getting out of hand. We're running out of time, and there's only one way for you to avenge what they've done to us," Grisha muttered, his hand gripping something cold and metallic at his side.
Eren's heart raced. Titans—he knew his father was talking about the Titans. The monsters that tore through their walls, who destroyed lives without a shred of remorse. He didn't understand the specifics, but vengeance for what the Titans had done sounded right. Eren nodded, clenching his fists, determination hardening in his young eyes.
Before Eren could fully process what was happening, his father pulled out a syringe, steadying his hand even as a tear glinted at the corner of his eye. Without hesitation, Grisha plunged it into Eren's arm, the needle sinking deep. Eren gasped, confusion twisting into fear. His mind spun, words tangled in his throat as something strange coursed through him—hot and overwhelming, like liquid fire.
Then, the transformation hit. His world fractured, his bones rearranged, and pain burst through his body. He grew, shifting, becoming something monstrous—a three-metre Titan. Grisha backed away, the shadow of regret flickering across his face.
Eren, he thought. My son… forgive me.
He waited, heart pounding, for the inevitable—for Eren, in his Titan form, to devour him and take the power he needed. But then—a rustling in the bushes.
Grisha spun around, instincts honed by years of danger. He fired his gun towards the sound. There was a thud, and Grisha's eyes landed on a girl sprawled on the ground. He drew his blade to cut off Eren's legs to check the girl…
She couldn't be much older than Eren. Her blonde hair was mussed, her eyes wide with terror, frozen by the tranquilizer dart embedded in her arm. He spotted a glint of metal on her finger—a ring with a sharp needle.
Grisha's blood ran cold. A shifter. Marley had sent her, a spy—one of the people behind his wife's death.
But which Titan? This wasn't supposed to happen.
Meanwhile, Eren's Titan body healed rapidly, and he stood towering over his father. Grisha's mind whirled. His time, 13 years, was nearly up; he wouldn't survive much longer. But this girl knew too much, a liability that couldn't be left alive.
Without hesitation, Grisha tied a rope around her and himself, binding them both. Eren's eyes met his father's through the haze of his transformation, confusion evident in his Titan expression, yet an uncontrollable hunger burned there too.
Grisha braced himself, feeling the warmth of his son's monstrous grip. Eren's Titan form lunged forward, jaw unhinging as he took a brutal bite, his teeth crushing through Grisha's spine. The girl, caught in the same deadly grip, gasped as her body crumpled. Grisha's world went dark, his last thought a fleeting hope that his son would understand the sacrifice, and that his vengeance would one day burn even brighter.
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Ymir stared, her gaze empty, fixed upon that towering tree. How long had it been? Days? Years? Time, to her, had long since blurred into one endless moment, stretching across centuries like a fading memory.
But now… something was different. It was faint, almost indiscernible, like a whisper lost on a gust of wind—a presence, an anomaly in her realm, one that she'd never encountered in all her ages of solitude. Her hollow eyes turned toward the source, and there, before her, stood a child.
A child.
One from her own.
This child held her powers. All of them. The Founding Titan.
Yet, he was an Eldian. A slave-blood. She wasn't an Eldian herself but her children were.
Other than that, he held Sina's Titan— The attack Titan and Maria's Titan— the Female Titan.
The anomaly wasn't him having three Titans, no, it was one of those three was the Female Titan. And he was a boy.
While it's easier for him to become the Attack Titan and heal himself, it wasn't exactly possible at the moment.
He had devoured the Female Titan's previous host before devouring the Attack Titan…
So, the solution was for him to become the Female Titan. But his body was rejecting its power. And his primary Titan was the Female Titan.
He'll die.
Should she heal him? If she doesn't, then the Titan he was being devoured by, would become a shifter. But she…
…for the first time in centuries, she felt…
Pity.
For the first time, her ageless heart ached with the tiniest echo of mercy. Could she change this? Should she?
In that endless void of silence, Ymir extended her hand, feeling her power ripple outward. She would shift his anatomy, rearrange his form, allow him to contain the strength without tearing himself apart.
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Author Note: No progression of the storyline. Sorry. But this is what you've been asking for, answer to three main questions.
Why did the Smiling Titan eat Carla?
Answer: Pure instinct and subconsciously sensing Grisha somewhere. Or it may be pure coincidence.
Eren has…
Answer: The Female Titan (Base.)
The Attack Titan (Secondary.)
The Founding Titan (Dormant.)
Why is Eren a Female?
Answer: Ask Ymir. Gal has a twisted but rational way of thinking.
More questions will pop up, like Zeke touched Eren but why didn't the Founding Titan activate? But I am, or, Ymir is ready to answer them.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Do drop your thoughts in the review section.
Till next time!