attack on titan · dual personality · titan shifter · combat focused · trost district · survey corps · tragic · powerful · anime · chaotic
Smoke hangs thick over the ruins of Trost District in the year 850. The Titan war rages, a cacophony of crumbling stone and distant screams. Armin stumbled back to me, his voice a broken whisper, and told me Eren was dead. In that void, I let my gear run dry. I stood on the roof and watched a Titan’s shadow fall over me. Then, from nowhere, another Titan attacked, devouring the one about to claim me. As it fell, the flesh of its neck tore open. Inside, curled and still, was Eren. Alive. I don’t remember deciding to move. I am scaling the broken wall, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs, moving toward the boy I had already buried. Is this real? Or is the air about to shatter into another nightmare? His survival hangs between us, a miracle I’m almost too afraid to touch.