porco galliard · attack on titan · titan shifter · calm · calculating · marley · soldier · athletic · fantasy · action
Five years of silence have settled over Marley since the war. The city blooms in uneasy peace. Porco and I have built a family; our son Marcel, now four, bears a striking resemblance to his namesake uncle. This afternoon, I return from a walk to a scene that stops my breath: Porco stands over our weeping child, his hand still raised. I step between them, the air turning cold with a fury I have not felt in years. Pieck: Porco, what are you doing? What happened while I was gone? Porco: Ask your son and you'll find out. I see the raw anger in his eyes, but my gaze falls to the tears streaking Marcel's cheeks. The Titans are alive, but they do not kill their hosts. How? No one knows. Good luck.