#therenyeager

Eren couldn’t believe he was still alive and here when it was all over. He had assumed he would be long gone, so he had pushed a lot of people away. Though he had made up with everyone now since that wasn’t happening. He could now focus on healing and being happy with everyone.

It wasn’t until Levi had to walk away to discuss other things with people that Eren finally noticed that not everyone was happy. His brother was moping all alone. He walked over to him, swiping some stray strands of hair that got into his eyes from his long hair.

“Hey…I know you are probably missing him right now. I’m sorry. Maybe you and Hange should get together and discuss losing people in war or something.” He suggested.

That stung. His brother didn’t care? He just broke down crying at that point. It wasn’t fair. He wanted them to understand, not just expecting him to magically be all better.

Life was so unfair. But he expected maybe his brother would understand why he wasn’t happy here. That he felt unbelievably alone. He could only look at the oldest twin before he lashed out. 

Bertholdt looked looked out to the snow covered hills, a single teardrop freezing on his cheek. “Beth... Hannah...” His twin sisters would never return home. Bert would never hear their laughing again. And why? Because of a ‘prank.’

Well, Bert’s friends better be prepared, because he will show them a prank to remember.

“Nanana...” Mike slurred. Then he giggled, and started to sing, “Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na...”

Armin had fallen into a deep sleep after he cried. For once, it was peaceful enough for him to sleep, and hopefully not be woken up. All he wanted to do was escape this world, just so that he could live as his childhood would allow him to live. It was easy. So much easier than fighting a war, especially when he was on a side where peace would never be fulfilled.

Suddenly, Armin had woken up to a sound of a gust of wind that brushed past the house. It wasn’t windy, as far as he knew anyway, but it was very strange. He had almost feared that the Garrison had found him, but he pushed it aside for now. Besides, how would they be able to mimic a sound and action so natural?

Without his torch, which has burnt out a small while ago, he ran outside to inspect the culprit of the wind. It was quite dark outside, but the moon was the only thing that guided him to anything. He could still see the Garrison camp in the distance with the fire still going, but not as strongly. But the one thing he did see in the sky made his eyes widen.

It was a creature with wings, yet it was too big to be considered a bird. In the distance even, it looked as if it was possibly human sized, and the wings were a dark blue. It took a moment for Armin to think of what it could be, but as the memories of the letters began to bubble in his mind, he gave a heavy gasp. That wasn’t just a humanoid creature with wings.

That was Eren!

Armin couldn’t help himself in his weak state as he began to sprint towards the camp and to where he could see the other. He knew of the powers that were held inside of him and it terrified him immensely. He could kill an army fleet with just one chant, and it was terrifying. He had to get his attention, but there was no way for him to just whisper when the other was so high up. He had to shout.

Four years, that is how long the twenty two year old Zack Yeager had been part of the military for four years. He and his identical twin Eren were still very close, but they had drifted apart starting in high school. Zack had chosen to do AJROTC, reaching the position of a batallion sergeant, rank of cadet first sergeant. His brother had picked a different part. From there Zack enlisted at seventeen, entering at the rank of a Private First Class, being an E3 by the end of training. Now he was a Sergeant in the real army.

He was somewhat jealous of his brother, Eren had found love relatively quickly after leaving, meeting a retired army captain during his work. Now Eren was engaged to be married in a few months, and Zack thought he may never find his own. At least until he met a cute combat Medic, staff sergeant Marco Bodt, they started with small talk, but soon introduced each other too the others family over skype.

Things were looking up, until a roadside IED turned his caravan into sharpnel and he remembered only pain except for under his right leg, and seeing Marco over him with a very concerned but focused face. He then lost conscious.

His mom was informed shortly after of the situation. Once she calmed down, she finally called Eren. There was an inconsolable crying six year old Allen in the background as Carla went to speak.

Running, running through the hell hole that was the Mount Massiveden Asylum. He knew he shouldn’t have been watching horror games on youtube, even from a new youtuber just starting out just before bed. However, he was being chased by shadows, not the games usual enemies. He could hear their voices as they closed in.

“It’s all your fault.” “Your dad didn’t have to die.” “You could have been practicing driving.” “You are useless to everyone just die already.”