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Master List | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |
Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, in the quiet glow of the evening. Her young eyes widened with wonder as she gazed up at her grandmother. The elder, her face was a map of life’s secrets and tales. The grandmother sat in her rocking chair, knitting slowly glancing down at her grandchild.
“My dear child,” she began, her voice was a whisper yet in the old house, it sounded so much louder, “there exists a tear in the paths of our universe, a rift unseen but deeply felt. A time will come when it calls out to a guardian, someone to mend the seams of destiny.”
Y/N listened, her heart beating curiously in awe. She had no idea what her grandmother was talking about, but she hung onto every single word.
“You, my dear child, are the chosen one. The universe does not make errors in their selection. She sees the strength in your heart, the courage in your soul, and the unwavering light in your spirit. You, my dear, are a warrior of the mind.”
“But, gram-gram,” Y/N interjected, her voice a mix of confusion, “how will I know? Can I really be like a superhero?”
Her grandmother rocked back and forth in her chair, with the kindest smiles that held the secrets of the universe, her wisdom born from the years of reading the stars themselves.
“When the time comes, you will know. The universe will guide you. Remember, what flows in your veins is of those who dreamed, and wanted to make a difference in the world even if it meant being outcasted by the rest of the world. You carry the legacy of soldiers within you, of healers and scholars. You are stronger then you could think.”
The words of her grandmother lulled her to sleep with a heart full of curious questions. The starts glistened in the sky knowing, that it was only short while before the young girl would make a difference and heal the paths of destiny.
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Plot: In the year 2024, on the eve of their 18th birthday, the reader finds themselves caught in a bizarre storm while walking home from their own celebration. Struck by a bolt of lightning, they lose consciousness, only to awaken not in their bed, but in the ruins of what seems like a war-torn city. Confused and scared, the reader soon discovers that they have been transported back in time, precisely one year before the fall of Wall Maria.
Tag List: @reiners-milkbiddies
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |
@reiners-milkbiddies won't take some credit, but she lowkey helped with some plot points of this story :3 So she is getting some credit
“Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to Y/N! WOOO!” Your family and friends cheered as you laughed and blew out the candles on the cake.
“How old are you?” Your dad asked, and you looked at him with a playfully annoyed look.
“18, dad…”
“Oh, god you are old.”
“Says the old man pushing 80!” You retorted, and her father’s mouth dropped open and her mother laughed.
“80!? Come on, I am not even 50 yet,” he exclaimed.
“Still old, old man.” You laughed softly, and he playfully rolled his eyes. Your dad put you in a headlock, messing up your hair. That earned him a wine and a smack on his arm. He let you go, as the cake from the restaurant was placed in front of you. Everyone started to eat the delicious dessert, and you talked with your friends.
After a few hours, you stood up. You wanted the last few hours to be by yourself like you did every year. You excused yourself, and grabbed your jacket, walking out. Before you could leave the restaurant, your grandmother grabbed your hands gently, pulling you close.
“Be careful, my dear. Remember my words from when you were young.”
“Alright, gram gram. I will,” you said. She kissed your cheek and gently pulled you close to her. You hugged her back before waving to everyone, leaving your party a bit early.
You walked outside, and it was pouring rain. It was such a pretty day earlier before the sun went down. It was like the sky was crying for something tragic. Thunder and lightning cracked across the sky. You sped up your pace, deciding to walk home. You were going to take a detour, but the rain was only getting harder.
A flash of lightning cracked across the sky again, but this time it struck too close to you. The panic filled your chest, and you started to run back to your home. The rain got harder, blurring your vision and soaking you through your dress. The world around seemed to grow increasingly hostile, the wind howling like it was voicing its anger, pushing you back ten steps every two you took towards your home.
Just as you thought you were close to getting home, another lightning bolt struck, this time so close that the ground beneath you vibrated. The shock sent you tumbling to the ground, and terror filled you. The air crackled with electricity, and for a moment, everything stood still- the rain paused mid-air, the thunder silent, and the world held its breath.
Is this how I die?
In a flash, there was a brighter light surrounding the area, and you were engulfed in a blinding glow. The last thing you felt was the sensation of being electrocuted and then being pulled through the air as if the storm itself had grabbed hold of you, and then nothing but silence filled the area.
When your senses returned, you found yourself lying on the ground, but not on the wet pavement that you had expected. The air was cooler and drier, and the smell of rain was a faint scent of earth and smoke. Groggily sitting up, you realized your surroundings were completely foreign. The modern building and neon lights of your city were gone, but replaced by stone structures and a sky painted with stars, untainted by modern-day civilization.
Confusion and fear welled up inside you, as you looked around. Your heart was pounding. “Where am I?” you whispered to the night, not expecting an answer.
“Oh, the sleeping beauty has woken up…” an unfamiliar voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up at a guy who wore spectacles and had blonde hair with a blonde beard. He was moving the wood with a stick to keep it going.
“Who… are you?” You asked, and he gave you a grin, he had to be in his forties. He looked like he had years of life experience.
“You should introduce yourself first, Princess.”
“Uhm, my name it’s…” you were confident but then the look faded. “It’s…”
“It’s…”
“I… can’t remember.”
“I see well, my name is Zeke. Zeke Yeager. Hungry?”
You nodded your head and sat beside him. He gave you some meat that you assumed he hunted for both to share. You took small bites, now deep in thought.
“Do you by chance know where you are from? Are Eldian or Marleyan? You don’t look like either if I am honest.”
“I don’t know, I thought I mean…”
“Don’t think too much, it will come back naturally. Just eat,” he insisted.
“Okay…”
You ate in silence, and he did the same. It was awkward.
“Do you know where I am?”
“Not far from Marley., you are right outside the borders. I was returning from a mission when I found you.” It was silent as you guys ate, you weren’t
“So do you have kids?” You asked, trying to make small talk.
“Huh? No, why do you ask?”
“Oh, I just thought you did. Most people your age do have kids…”
“Do they? I guess some people start early.”
You looked at him confused, and he was confused as well.
“Early? How old are you?” You asked, and Zeke hummed as he kept the fire going.
“I am 25.”
“25!? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I am not the one with the lost memory, kid.”
“I am not a kid…” You said, and he raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down. You looked down as well, before realizing you were… tiny.
