Chapter1: A Dream Under A Tree
The countryside beyond Shiganshina's walls was quiet, draped in soft golden light. On Mellows Hill, where wildflowers swayed and the breeze carried the scent of spring, a large tree stood tall—its leaves rustling gently like a lullaby.
Beneath its shade, two children—Eren and Mikasa, both around ten—lay side by side, fast asleep after a morning of gathering firewood. Their heads leaned against each other, rising and falling in peaceful rhythm as the wind played through their hair.
A cool breeze stirred, nudging them from their nap.
Eren slowly rubbed his eyes and looked beside him. When he saw Mikasa still resting, a soft smile formed on his face.
"You know," he murmured, voice still heavy with sleep, "I had a dream... a good one. We were living happily... peaceful."
Mikasa blinked, sitting up beside him. "Me too," she said quietly. "It felt so real. Like... like we were already there."
They paused, both thinking about it.
"Weird that we had the same dream," Mikasa added, glancing at him.
Eren shrugged, still half-dazed. "I dunno... maybe it's a sign?"
She didn't reply, just stared out at the hills for a moment before standing.
"Come on," Mikasa said. "It's getting late. Let's head home."
The two picked up their bundle of firewood and walked back down the hill, the warm wind brushing behind them—like a promise carried on the breeze.
With the bundle of firewood strapped to their backs, Eren and Mikasa began their walk down the hill. The late afternoon sun painted the sky in soft hues of orange and pink, casting long shadows behind them.
As they walked, Eren broke the silence.
"I'm thinking of joining the Scouts," he said casually, eyes focused on the dirt path ahead.
Mikasa didn't respond. Her footsteps didn't slow, but the quiet between them deepened.
Eren glanced at her. "Don't tell Mom, alright?"
Still, Mikasa remained silent, her expression unreadable.
They reached the edge of the village as lamps began to glow behind windows. The familiar scent of home drifted on the wind—baked bread, wood smoke, and the distant hum of evening life.
No more words were exchanged. Just quiet footsteps. Quiet thoughts.
And that same strange feeling lingering from the dream they couldn't explain.
They reached home just as the sun began to dip behind the rooftops of Shiganshina. The scent of stew drifted through the open windows.
Inside, they greeted Grisha and Carla. Mikasa, still quiet, placed her wood down, then looked to Carla.
"Auntie," she said, "Eren wants to join the Scouts."
Eren's eyes widened. "Oi! Mikasa! I told you not to—"
"You said not to tell," she replied flatly. "I didn't promised anything."
Carla, horrified, pulled Eren by the ear. "You want to throw your life away like that? The Scouts?! Over my dead body, Eren!"
Grisha chuckled softly. "Well, I'm heading out. It's already late."
Carla, concerned by his silence and lack of discipline toward Eren, frowned.
"Grisha, say something—he's acting recklessly."
Grisha paused at the door, his back to them. "There's nothing to say, Carla."
Then he turned to Eren, a faint smile on his face.
"Eren, if you behave while I'm gone, I promise to share some secrets with you." He held up a large, old key that gleamed faintly in his hand.
"I'm sure you'll like them."
With that, he stepped out and left for work.
After finishing his meal, Eren stood up.
"Mom, I'm going to meet Armin. Mikasa, you coming?"
"No, I'll help Mom," Mikasa replied, already starting to clear the table.
Eren gave a small shrug and headed out the door.
He ran through the familiar streets, weaving past carts and townsfolk, until he reached the usual spot where he and Armin would meet. As he got closer, his eyes narrowed—Armin was being picked on again.
Without hesitation, Eren grabbed a nearby wooden box, used it to boost himself up, and kicked one of the bullies square in the back.
"Leave him alone!" Eren growled.
"Well, look who showed up," one of the bullies sneered. "Too bad the girl isn't here to save you this time."
Two of them lunged at Eren, grabbing his arms and holding him in place. The third—still sore from the kick—punched Eren hard across the face.
But Eren wasn't one to back down. Gritting his teeth, he lashed out with a kick, striking the bully's leg.
Before the fight could get worse, a voice shouted, "Hey! Break it up!"
A member of the Military Police had arrived. It was Hannes.
"Eren," he sighed, rubbing his temples. "How many times are you going to get into trouble like this?"
"They started it! And you didn't stop them!" Eren snapped. "Now you're blaming me, Hannes?"
Hannes crossed his arms. "Should I tell your mom you got into another fight?"
Sensing this wasn't going to end well, Armin quickly stepped in.
"We're sorry for the trouble!" he blurted out, grabbing Eren's hand. "Come on!"
Without waiting for a response, Armin pulled Eren away, and the two of them ran down the street, disappearing into the crowd.
Meanwhile, back at the house—
Mikasa stood at the sink beside Carla, quietly helping with the dishes. The soft clatter of porcelain filled the silence between them.
Carla glanced at Mikasa. "Mikasa… what do you think about Eren joining the Scouts?"
Mikasa, ever composed, didn't look up. "I don't know what's running through his mind. He's obsessed with it. I don't think anything can stop him."
Carla let out a long sigh. "I figured. He's as stubborn as his father."
They continued washing in silence for a few moments. Once the dishes were done, Mikasa picked up a cloth and moved to clean the floor.
Carla sat down on a nearby chair, her eyes distant, her hands resting in her lap. As Mikasa worked, Carla spoke again—this time, her voice softer, almost pleading.
"Mikasa… I know it's a lot to ask, but if Eren ever does join the Scouts… can you promise me something?"
Mikasa looked up, silently listening.
"Promise me you'll stay by his side. He always jumps into fights without thinking… and you're the only one who can keep him grounded."
Mikasa paused, then gave a single, firm nod.
"I'll be with him."
With Eren and Armin—
News spread that the 56th Scout Regiment had returned from their latest expedition. Eren, full of anticipation, dragged Armin along to the main gate.
"They're back!" Eren said, eyes wide with hope. "Maybe this time they found something outside the walls!"
But as they reached the plaza, Eren's excitement vanished. Only a handful of Scouts had returned. Their bodies were bruised, uniforms torn, and their faces hollow with exhaustion. Blood-stained wagons followed them—some carrying the fallen, others with supplies.
Eren stood frozen. People around him began to murmur.
"Where's my son…?"
"They said this expedition was planned better."
"Why do they always come back with fewer people?"
"The taxes we pay—what good are they doing?"
Commander Erwin walked in silence, expression unreadable. The weight of loss hung thick in the air.
Eren's fists clenched as the whispers grew louder. One man scoffed just behind him.
"They should just disband the Scouts. All they do is die and waste our money."
Eren spun around, fury blazing in his eyes. "You're all cowards! How can you say that while they're out there risking their lives—for us!?"
The man raised an eyebrow. "And what's the use if they always fail?"
Eren, unable to hold himself back, took a step forward, ready to swing.
"Eren, stop!" Armin grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Are you crazy?!"
"Didn't you hear what he said?" Eren hissed.
But then his eyes landed on something worse.
A group of Military Police officers lounged nearby—drinking, laughing, and making crude jokes at the Scouts' expense. One raised his cup.
"To another 'glorious' failure!"
That was the last straw. Eren picked up a small stone and hurled it at their feet.
The stone clattered loudly. One of the officers turned, scowling.
"You got a death wish, brat? You know who I am? I'm Military Police."
Eren stepped forward. "Yeah, I know exactly what you are—a coward getting drunk on duty, mocking the people who actually fight for humanity!"
The officer's face turned red. "What did you just say!?"
Before the situation escalated further, Hannes stepped in, placing himself between Eren and the officer.
"Calm down—he's just a hot-headed kid. Let it go."
Eren's voice trembled, not from fear, but rage. "Hot-headed? Is that what you call people who care?!"
Armin, sensing it was about to turn into a full-blown brawl, pulled Eren away.
"Let's go, Eren! Please!"
With one last glare at the officer, Eren allowed himself to be dragged away—his heart burning hotter than ever.
The two boys sat on a large rock just outside the village, the sun warm on their backs. Armin held a weathered book in his hands, flipping through its pages with excitement.
"Look, Eren," Armin said, pointing to a drawing. "My grandpa told me there's water out there—water so big and wide, it's filled with salt."
"Salt?" Eren blinked. "You mean like… the stuff we put on food?"
Armin nodded eagerly. "Yeah! They call it the ocean. And people use the water to make salt."
Eren tilted his head, curious. "But if they keep using it… won't all the salt run out?"
Armin smiled. "Nope. The ocean has unlimited salt. It's massive—way bigger than any lake."
Eren's eyes widened as he imagined it, staring off into the sky. Armin turned another page.
"And it's not just that. There are lands covered entirely in sand, lcalld… places where fire flows from the ground… and even lands buried in snow, as far as the eye can see."
Eren looked stunned. "Do you really believe all that?"
Armin's eyes lit up. "I do. There's a world beyond these walls, Eren. I know it."
Eren leaned forward, excitement bubbling in his voice. "Then we're gonna see it. One day, we'll go—me, you, and Mikasa. The three of us… we'll explore it all."
They sat in silence for a moment, the pages of the book fluttering in the breeze—two boys dreaming of a world they'd never seen, but knew in their hearts had to be real.
As Eren and Armin continued talking, a sudden thunderous boom echoed across the district. The ground trembled beneath their feet.
They froze.
Another deafening boom, followed by a gust of hot wind and a shockwave that rattled windows.
They ran toward the source, hearts pounding.
And then they saw it.
Towering above the wall—a massive Titan, unlike anything they'd ever imagined. Its height dwarfed even the tallest structures, and it had no skin. Raw muscle fibers rippled across its massive body. Its eyes glowed, wide and menacing, its jaw stretched unnaturally, steam rising from every pore.
With an earth-shattering roar, the Colossal Titan slammed its massive foot into the top of Wall Maria. The impact sent chunks of stone and steel raining down, crushing homes—and people—below.
Before the dust even settled, another Titan appeared—shorter, but equally terrifying.
This one was covered in armour-like plates, its eyes glowing with feral intent. It sprinted toward the wall, each step like a thunderclap.
And then, it crashed headfirst into the gate.
One hit.
Two hits.
Third hit..
The gate exploded.
The Armoured Titan broke through, tearing open Wall Maria like paper.
A chilling silence followed... then came the screams.
From the gaping hole, Titans flooded in—dozens of them, from three meters to seven meters tall. Some were thin and lanky, others bloated and grotesque. But they all had one thing in common—
They were hungry.
People ran, stumbled, screamed. Mothers clutched children. Soldiers shouted orders. Horses neighed in panic.
Eren and Armin stood frozen, their minds reeling.
The Titans grabbed people in their monstrous hands—plucking them like dolls, snapping them in half, devouring them alive. Screams of agony pierced the air.
Others tried to hide, slamming doors and shuttering windows.
It didn't matter.
The Titans saw them.
They tore through walls, reached through windows, and dragged screaming people out, biting them in two.
Some were crushed beneath falling debris. Others were trampled underfoot. The Armoured Titan was still rampaging, ripping apart buildings with each strike, causing rock and dust to rain across the district.
Armin, still trembling, looked up and gasped.
"Eren… your house. The rocks—they fell toward your house!"
Eren's face went pale.
His legs moved before his thoughts did.
"Mikasa… Mom…"
That was all he could say.
Fear, dread, and desperation overtook him as he sprinted toward home—praying he wasn't too late.
Eren sprinted through the chaos, his feet pounding the dirt road, faster than he'd ever run before. Fear surged through his veins like fire. He didn't care about the people screaming, pushing, or stumbling around him—his eyes were locked on one goal.
Home.
He shoved past panicked crowds, weaving through the madness. A fallen cart tripped him—he hit the ground hard, scraping his elbows.
But he didn't stop.
He got up before the pain could register and ran harder, faster, teeth clenched, lungs burning. Debris rained from the sky. Screams echoed around him. But all he could hear was one thing—
Mikasa. Mom.
Armin struggled to keep up, dodging wreckage and people. He'd never seen Eren like this before. There was no hesitation in his stride—only raw, blinding desperation.
"Eren!" Armin called out, breathless. "Wait!"
But Eren didn't wait. Couldn't.
Not when his heart screamed that something was wrong.
He turned the final corner, eyes wide, chest heaving with every breath.
And then he saw it.
His house—gone. Reduced to rubble beneath a massive slab of stone. Smoke curled from the wreckage, and the stench of dust and blood clung to the air like a curse.
But that wasn't what froze Eren's heart.
A Titan stood where his home used to be—tall, grotesque, and horrifyingly calm. Its yellow-blonde hair swayed gently in the breeze, almost human… but its expression was anything but.
In its enormous hand, dangling like a doll, was Mikasa.
She screamed.
Her voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
"Eren!"
She kicked, twisted, fought to break free—but the Titan's grip was too strong.
Below, Carla—his mother—was doing everything she could.
With a broken piece of wood clutched in her hands, she struck the Titan's leg again and again.
"Let her go! Let her go, please!" she cried, her voice shaking, desperate.
The Titan didn't even glance at her.
Eren stood there, frozen—his mind blank, body trembling, heart pounding like it might shatter.
"Mikasa… Mom…"
A storm of emotions surged inside him—fear, rage, helplessness.
But more than anything—
He couldn't lose them. Not now. Not like this.
Adrenaline surged through Eren again. He clenched his jaw, grabbed a broken wooden stick, and charged.
With a furious cry, he leapt and struck the Titan's lower belly with everything he had.
The stick snapped on impact.
The Titan didn't even flinch.
"Mikasa!" Eren screamed, breath ragged, eyes wild.
Still trapped, Mikasa kicked and shouted, tears in her eyes—but her voice was growing weaker.
Moments later, Armin arrived, panting, only to stop cold at the sight in front of him.
He saw it all—Mikasa dangling from the Titan's grip, Eren and Carla desperately trying to free her, and the massive creature staring down at them like ants.
Armin couldn't move.
His knees trembled.
Terror gripped him, rooting him to the spot.
"Armin!" Eren's voice snapped through the air like a whip.
That shook Armin from his fear. He blinked, gasped—and then ran. Grabbing a nearby stick, he joined Eren and began hitting the Titan, again and again.
The Titan's eyes moved.
It was watching.
Not reacting. Just watching.
Then, it slowly turned its gaze back to Mikasa.
Just then, Hannes appeared, weapon drawn. He rushed in, eyes blazing—until he saw her.
Mikasa. In the Titan's hand.
And he stopped.
His sword trembled in his grip. His legs wouldn't move forward. Fear gripped him like chains.
"No…" he whispered. "Not again…"
He stood frozen—a soldier who had once sworn to protect them all—now paralyzed by the same fear that haunted him years ago.
Mikasa, still trapped in the Titan's grip, stared down at Eren—her eyes filled with tears, fear, and something deeper… resignation.
"Eren… go." Her voice cracked as she tried to stay strong. "Take Mom and Armin. Get out of here!"
"What are you saying?!" Eren shouted, panic rising in his throat. "I'm going to save you, Mikasa! Just hold on—I'll get you out!"
Mikasa shook her head slowly, her body trembling. "There's no way out of this, Eren… You already saved me once, remember? You risked your life back then. I'm… grateful for that. I really am…"
Tears streamed down her face now. "But it looks like… the dream we shared… exploring the world outside the walls together… it's just a dream after all."
Her lips trembled. "I'm sorry, Eren. I… I won't be with you from now on."
"No! Don't say that!" Eren's voice cracked, eyes filled with despair. "You promised… we all promised!"
He rushed forward again, screaming, swinging a broken piece of wood, but it was useless.
Hannes stood behind them, struggling with every ounce of courage in his body. He knew what he should do. What a real soldier would do.
But his hands shook. His knees buckled.
Fear… again.
Mikasa turned her head, forcing a pained smile. "Hannes... please. Take them. Get them out of here."
"No! I'm not leaving you!" Eren screamed.
"Eren, for once in your life—just listen to me!" Mikasa yelled back, voice raw with emotion. "Live. That's all I want now. For you to live."
That's when Hannes moved—grabbing Eren and Armin, throwing one over each shoulder.
"Let me go! Mikasa!" Eren fought against him, kicking and screaming.
"We can't leave her!"
Carla followed behind, tears pouring from her eyes, looking back at her daughter.
But the Titan's hand rose higher.
And Mikasa was still smiling.
Eren's eyes never left Mikasa.
In one swift, merciless motion, the Titan snapped her in half.
Her scream never came. Only silence.
And then—
She was gone.
Swallowed whole.
The world around Eren disappeared. The screams, the panic, even Hannes's grip—all faded into static. His legs stopped kicking. His fists unclenched.
He didn't cry.
He didn't yell.
He just—froze.
His eyes, wide and empty, stared at the spot where she was. His mouth slightly open, as if about to call her name—but no sound came.
Time stood still.
His mind, numb, unable to process what just happened. The horror too great, the reality too cruel.
The only thing burned into his mind—
The last image of Mikasa…
That smile.
She had smiled at him.
She knew.
She knew what was coming.
And still… she smiled.
That smile stayed with him, etched into his soul, haunting and beautiful all at once.
And finally, everything went black inside him.
No anger.
No sorrow.
No screams.
Just silence.
that smile. Small. Gentle.
Like she was saying,
"It's okay, Eren."
His mind just kept replaying that moment in his mind, over and over and over—Until his heart stopped feeling.
5/4/2025
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