Short Stack

Year 822 Trost District

Titans are Just Nightmares

Age:6 [Full]

"Mama?" You asked tugging on the brunette woman's slightly dirty apron, she was sitting at the kitchen table again, her head leaning on the old wooden table in sorrow.

"Can I go outside today?" You asked poking your mother as she slowly sat up, purple bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep she got.

Her eyes slightly swollen and red, used to the fact that they were overused in waterworks.

Of course you didn't understand. You were too young to understand anyway.

"Yes [Name] you can, just be home before the sun sets" she got up from the creaking wooden chair and you nodded your [h/c] locks bouncing as you excitedly ran out of the house looking at the green field.

You grinned, it wasn't a large field, only about twenty meters long and ten meters wide. It was more of a clearing, but you liked to call it a field.

You breathed in the fresh air, glancing at the wall that was so large, titans could never get in, after all they were just pointless stories people made up to scare others, the wall was there to keep you in.

At least that's what you believed, people wasting time being in the Garrison or the Military Police, the Survey Corps just a bunch of frauds who hurt themselves.

But this is what you have heard and believed, deceived by the lies of the older children who would make fun of you when you used to be so interested in the Army, they would make stories that you would block out for awhile but you go tired of covering your ears and just would listen to them speak.

It was engraved in your mind my foolish kids, you never told your mother though, even at the age of six you would know what to say and what not to say to people, especially to your mother who what's crying over your father.

He was in the Survey Corps, still alive but she worried for him, it was like she wanted him to die, always sending letters to ask if he was still alive.

You sighed letting the soft breeze move your hair and closed your eyes, the few trees they had in the town, their leaves ruffling as their branches shook around.

Standing still with you hands behind you back and eyes closed? Not a good idea.

A body barreled into you and you shrieked, your guard being thrown off and falling into the cobblestone ground, hissing when you scraped some parts of your arm and you butt throbbing from the pain of the floor, your head feeling like it was being pounded.

"Ow..." you slowly raised you head to the weight that was on top of you and saw ebony hair. "Hello?" you said a bit unsure your voice rising at the end. the person listen up their head slowly, your [e/c] meeting a pair of grey ones.

He blinked blankly at you, your mouth felt dry, you never really socialized with other children or people for that matter because really, you were bad at it. "Can, um...you get off me?" the boy blinked twice staying silent and you frowned a bit.

"Over there!"

"Get em!"

"Gotcha freak!"

Three voices shouted and the black haired boy spring upright taking you with him, grabbing your wrist and starting to run.

Despite your cries of him letting you go, turning around a corner into a alley he covered your mouth, as he slightly panted. Rushed footsteps running past the alley you were hiding in with the mystery boy.