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tl;dr of chapter i
- The 88th Cadet Corps have started their training and after being initiated by Drill Sergeant Dave cadets conversed in the mess hall (1-3)
- A month later, the cadets travel to a research facility somewhere between Wall Maria and Wall Rose for an experimental exercise, the first of its kind, involving titans (3-8)
- After cadet Samantha Smith is savagely slaughtered by one of the titans in a horrifically unfortunate accident, this exercise is discountinued (8)
- The cadets travel back to the base. Because of the accident, many cadets have decided to quit (8-10)
- The cadets learn about omni-directional mobility gear shortly before they take the aptitude evaluation (10-11)
- Six years have passed. After three years, cadets, shortly after graduating, enlist in their divisions. The recruits become experienced in titan warfare with another three years of military service (11)


tl;dr of chapter ii click here for chapter ii
- The Scout Regiment ready themselves for an expedition Beyond the Walls. One unit encounters a titan in the field and Lucas Lawrence dies (12-13)
- Divided into units, the Scout Regiment are dispatched from the camp by Camilla the Captain into a forest. This is to search for the source of a mysterious radio signal that has been transmitting from within it for a number of years (13-16)
- Some units find the source in the forest, likely after an encounter with titans. Another radio signal is transmitted from it, a scream, luring titans in for a horrific ambush that ends in massacre. Those who survived, having found safety high up in the trees, must figure out ways to survive. As the officials haven't arrived yet, they're assumed to be dead (16-17)
- Waiting for nightfall when the titans would be less active, the scouts slay three, collecting tanks and tethered horses from Redwood Massacre victims. They ride to a safer spot (17-19)
- The scouts find an area of forest bordered by a moat. They devise ways to survive and sate their hunger. Noises are heard from the riverbank and, in the panic, Niklas Dok ends up dead, slain by Mizuki Kohaku's sword. These noises are, in fact, the officials returning, not titans (19-20)


tl;dr of chapter ii:i click here for chapter ii:i
- A year has passed since the Redwood Massacre (20-)

C O N T E X T :

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The Founding Titan, the original and thus oldest of the Nine, can modify the memory of any Ymir human they choose. They can modify these memories, rewiring them as easily as Garrison engineers rewire machinery.

Those inside the Walls consider the Shiganshina District breach in 845 by the Colossus and Armoured Titan to be the first non-military contact between humans and titans in over a century. Discrepancies in history, however, suggest that this is not the case. Theorists of the ninth century discuss these discrepancies, anomalies in scrolls and other written logs of old, leading them to formulate the idea titans have been inside the Walls before... more than once. Titan scorch marks, traces of them here, there and everywhere... ruins, aftermaths of annihilations between the Wall's wilds that only appear possible by a titan's will.

Are these theories right and could the Founding Titan have modified the memories of the Wall's population to make them forget?

Anything is possible.

These are the forgotten memories of what happened fifty or so years before the Fall of Wall Maria.
 
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P R O L O G U E :

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The year is 799. Midnight is as near as can be. Soon, the sun will fall from the sky. When it does, landing on the skyline, it will light the black a sultry shade of scarlet, linings of red and every other shade of red here, there and everywhere. This is the last sunset of the eighth century. This is not an end, however, this is a beginning.

From Wall Maria to Wall Sina, celebrations are underway. Visit any tavern and you can see this for yourself. Business is booming, as they say. Taverns from Shingangina to Stohess are overflowing with men, women and children. While the women and children prefer sobriety, any man you see is either holding a pint of beer, a tobacco pipe or some other substance. Some of them are slightly more excited than one should be, wide-eyed with wide-toothed smiles, not at all woozy on the wine but on opium poppies; delirious rather than dizzy.

The taverns are overflowing and so too are the brothels, overflowing in more ways than one for any man who has coin to spare. That you can hear from the streets, windowed balconies letting loose sounds of groans and grunts, moans with mutters and other obscenities you should've closed your ears for. Babies will be booming too, it seems.

The districts' streets are crowded with people vying for a space as close to their town centres as possible. This is so they can see the fireworks when they go off. Of course, this push-comes-to-shove mentality mixed with alcohol and whatever else results in altercation after altercation, many of which become physical. One man loses his pride along with his nose after picking a fight with the wrong person. Riots stir in a district or two but the Garrison work swiftly on solving them.

"Fifty years since the Walls."

"I can't believe it."

"To another fifty."

"Yes,” the man said, holding his pint overhead. “To another fifty."

This toast echoes through the crowds, the streets loud with, “To another fifty!” Eventually, it syncs with the countdown. Three...

To another fifty!

Two...

To another fifty!

One...

To another fifty!
 
C H A P T E R : 1

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Several months later, life is as it used to be. Street urchins walk the streets, pickpocketing anyone unfortunate enough to pass them by, merchants the marketplaces, pickpocketing anyone unfortunate enough to not know any better. Between the Walls, in the forests and fields, farmers tend their livestock, cattle, chickens and whatever else for a bountiful harvest. Nearby, hunters sharpen their spears for deer, anointing them with all sorts of substances to ensure a bountiful hunt. That's life, the cycle of it, it is what it is.

Young soldiers of the Garrison man the Walls high on the parapets or low by the various portcullises that permit passage from districts to what lies beyond. The old, however, partake in their drinks rather than their duties, playing blackjack and any other card game to pass the time. None of them have seen titans in their lives and those that have only once or twice. Naturally, age has worked to lower their guard. They always insist the young will be like them one day, to which the young scowl and scrutinise them in contempt, calling them old farts and every other derogatory term you can think of.

Somewhere between Wall Maria and Wall Rose in the Training Corp military base, Drill Sergeant Dave has sent his soldiers to wake cadets from sweet dreams to bitter reality. This is the first step of initiation for the 88th Cadet Corps. Every man and woman is called from the barracks, commanded to file up in a yard. One by one, Drill Sergeant Dave shifts and sorts through them all, weeding out the weak of will.

One cadet has an emotional breakdown, slumping to his knees, and starts telling his life story to nobody who cares. Dave has several soldiers escort that train wreck of a troubled boy off the premises. How can he handle a titan if not a man?

Drill Sergeant Dave approaches another cadet. She's short of stature, maybe fourteen or fifteen years old. This is in contrast to Dave, whose towering build earned him the nickname Titan's Son over his years of service. When he commands her to state her name, she simply faints. He calls his soldiers and they escort this one off the premises too. Next in line is... you. And, with his booming, bellowing voice, he yells,

"Salute, soldier!

State your name!

State your reasons for being here!

State why you think you have what it takes to be a part of the military!"
 
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“My name is Niklas Dok, sir!”

He clenches his hand into a fist and clutches his heart, a salute. Shaky fingers make creases of the cloth. Noone needs to be a psychologist to tell this man is nervous, as nervous as one can be. That's something anyone can tell by that bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.

Finding his voice after four or five seconds of silence, he shouts, “I want to be a part of the Scout Regiment, sir! I want to help humanity in their fight against the titans, sir! I believe I have what the military needs and will surrender my life for humanity's sake if it comes to that, sir!"
 
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YAHIRO GAUTHIER
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Like all the other cadets, Yahiro's fist rests firmly against the left side of his chest, positioned in a gesture that universally signifies a salute to humanity. His appearance, however, seems to hold an air of nobility that must stem from the confidence he exudes from his gaze to his stance, and though some would deem it as arrogance, others would presume it's pure, natural charisma.

"My name is Yahiro Gauthier, sir!" comes the young man's own introduction, voice sounding much more suave and refined than Drill Sergeant Dave's shrill. Something tells him the latter will come and give him so trouble though, just as he has to most of the other cadets who don't share the piercing eyes of the small few, and it's a complete hassle if Yahiro could say so himself.

"I aim for the Scout Regiment, sir! Money is my priority, sir!"

Might as well be honest than spew cliche nonsense like loyalty to humanity, he reasons.

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Midori's stance was firm he was only about 5'2 inches so he wasn't that tall. His fist remaining on his chest like the others, not much was known about Midori when he first entered.

With a tint of blush on his cheeks he yelled out loudly "My name is Midori Akari Sir! and I want to be in the survey* corps I want to defend our race! and kill all the Titans for peace and humanity sir!" there was one thing clear though, he had lost someone during a Titan outbreak once, and it hurt painfully.
 
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Linne mirrors the cadets around her in their salute, taking the time to glance around at the others while waiting on her own turn at an introduction. Her eyes looked about ready to close, but her body remained attentive as ever. Truth be told she was rather bored what with all the responses being so similar.

She found herself stifling a chuckle at a previous cadet's more candid response. She snapped back to full attention realizing it was almost her turn. A soft smile rolling across her face she shouted her response, "My name is Linne Ritter, sir! I would like to use my skills wherever humanity deem them needed, sir!"
 
Lucas Lawrence tries not to cower when Drill Sergeant Dave comes his way. Compared to Dave, Lucas is likely an ant by comparison in consideration of his height that's shorter than most if not all.

He breathes in, then out, stating that his name is, "Lucas! Lucas Lawrence, sir. I, too, want to become a soldier of the Scout Regiment. I might not look big and tall... but I'm fast. The fastest of all my brothers and sisters, sir!"
 
Drill Sergeant Dave shouts some more at Niklas before moving onto Yahiro. “Money? Ha. Ha. Ha,” The laugh is sardonic in every sense of the word, carrying with it an implication of dryly wry humour. “Wait until you hear about taxes, kiddo!"

He approaches Midori next and his shadow looms over him like a bad omen. The difference in height is astounding and if you hadn't known before this is why they call him the Titan's Son. He hears him out, nodding at him once or twice, then moves onto Linne.

"Find something funny, girly? Let's see how much you laugh when you're staring a titan... in the face!" When he shouts this, his face is close to hers, so close in fact that some of his spit strays from his mouth onto her cheek. Disgusting.

Next is Lucas. "Faster than your brothers and sisters, are you? Funny. Want to know a secret? Titans are faster... and that's all that matters."

With another cadet he hits too close to home and she bursts into tears. He calls over his soldiers to escort her away but this woman is so hysterical they find it more of a challenge than it should be.

One of the cadets forgets to refer to him as sir and will probably forget a lot more after that punch he delivers to his forehead. This one, however, he doesn't call his soldiers for. He lets him stay there in a sprawl, out cold on the concrete, mayhaps as an example to any other cadet who doesn't want to end up the same way.

When all is said and done, the cadets are ordered back to the barracks. One of the cadets remarks at how smaller the 88th Cadet Corps is now and someone else responds with their surprise considering it's only day one. Sometime after, the cadets are told food has been served in the mess hall and many head there to fill their stomachs. There, the cadets chat amongst themselves, sharing stories, playing poker, getting to know the men and women they'll be fighting alongside in the future.
 
Niklas is relieved when Drill Sergeant Dave moves onto another cadet. He sighs, this breath of air seemingly lifting the weight of the world off his shoulders.

When the initiation is over, he follows the other cadets into the barracks and following that the mess hall. He manages to snag a loaf of bread with some beans and greens before they run out and settles at one of the tables. He has a deck of cards in one hand and for anyone listening asks, "Anyone fancy a game?"
 
Midori sat silent to himself as he ate his bread it was cold and hard much like the corps. He wasn't talkative at all and anyone that tried to befriend him he shook off, that may seem weird for some cadets but he really didn't want to have relationships considering his occurent situation.

His blushed lingered at his cheeks, his bread was half gone and he had moved on to the cold beans on his plate.

Again after he finished he stayed silent, remincising on thoughts of what happened past prior that, he wasn't big on games and he was honestly just tired and wanted to get this whole cadet thing over with and head to the Survery Corps right away and kill some Titans.
 
Abruptly, Niklas rises from his table. Stashing his cards away, he lifts his tray and lumbers through several wandering cadets towards Midori. "Yo," he says, sitting down beside him. "What's with you? Drill Sergeant Dave didn't get to you, did he?"
 
Shooking out of his thoughts abruptly he lets out a surprised "H-huh?" his voice was quiet shy-like almost, "W-what? No I'm fine!" He stuttered quickly

He wasn't good with company in the first place and especially not with small talk, his voice always made him so embarrassed to speak.
 
Linne had been compulsively rubbing at the spot where the Drill Sergeant had spit on her ever since being dismissed and that continued even now. She swore she could still feel it every once in a while as she ate. Fortunately that didn't kill her appetite... at least not too much. Having eaten a good portion of her meal she slides her tray away, resorting to people watching.
 
"You sure? Wouldn't blame you if he did. That guy's scary. Had me sweating like you wouldn't believe..."

The Dok's ramble continues, lasting for who knows how long. By the time he finishes, he has eaten his loaf and works at the crumbs dotted around his mouth. He notices that everyone is quiet but on first days like these he knows it isn't unusual for people to be weary and watchful of one another.

From the cadets wandering around the mess hall, Niklas picks Linne from the crowd, waving her over with two curling fingers. "Hey, you! Come join us."
 
He glanced down at his lap which holds in his hand a small like lock element he puts it under neath his belt, gripping his hand tightly.

He doesn't really respond to the last question and decides to stay quiet, so much for conversation.
 
Linne's eyes scan right past the two of them. She double takes however, noticing Niklas' gesture. She takes a moment to glance to her sides then point at herself to make sure she was his intended target and rises from her seat. Unsure of what to do with her tray she brings it with her despite being finished eating and joins the two, sitting across from them. She flashes a warm smile at the two. "Hello!"
 
He nods at Linne when she points at herself, a gesture of confirmation. When she arrives, introductions are, of course, underway, "Yo, I'm Niklas. Didn't catch your names back there."

He notices Midori fumbling with his hands underneath the tabletop but thinks nothing of it and shrugs. With one hand Niklas twiddles a fork, the other a knife, and scoops up some more beans.
 
Midori notices the new comer at the table as he glanced up at the female cadet.

He still gripping the piece of clothing that held his charm pendent, he wasn't sure what to say.
 
After looking around for a minute or two, the young man, Lucas, finds the three cadets conversing on the table. Passing through some other cadets in the hustle of getting and grovelling over grub, he decides to take a seat with them. "Hi, I'm Lucas," he states, setting his tray on the pine table as he passes a glance from Niklas, Midori to Linne. "Nobody minds if I sit here, right?"
 
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Six is a crowd, Yahiro comes to realize. In his defense, he had already claimed a seat at the table here along with a younger male -- Midori, it seems like his name is, small and incredibly timid -- until another three had suddenly decided to show up. Yahiro has always been someone who's valued personal space and now, suddenly, he finds himself being pushed onto the edge of the seat as others start to crowd his table. It's now more than ever that he side-glances
around the room, hoping to catch sight of a familiar face he's known for years. Nevertheless, it seems rather rude for him to leave, especially with his tray still full of food that's been relatively untouched except for the bread, and Yahiro manages to finish half of his meal soon enough while casually listening to the conversation of the others in the background.

Thankfully though, the incredibly small girl who's been pushing him nearly off the table for the past ten minutes has finally risen and taken her leave, and Yahiro situates himself and claims a bit more room by scooting over closer to the rest of the cadets at his table.

In all honesty, everyone is too reserved and quiet for his liking. No one seems to possess the same sense of confidence, the same aura of sophistication and intellect as he does, though the nineteen year old feels like shouldn't be too surprising given most of the cadets had come from the districts of Wall Maria. Niklas, at least, carries on the conversation well; Lucas, the newcomer, as well, despite speaking only two friendly phrases.
 
"Linne," She replies looking over to and nodding at the next cadet to join their table. A couple of them she recognizes from the introductions although she hadn't paid close enough attention to remember the specifics of their introductions. Only one really stood put anyway. Spotting Yahiro out of the corner of her eye she turns to him.

"I admire your honesty." She says with a chuckle
 
Midori shifts in his seat as the table ended up getting nearly full, he didn't like being around too many people-to many people to get close to- to many people to get hurt and...and die.

His plate was empty and he found that as a good enough excuse to leave. So he did he picked up his empty plate too put somewhere, maybe he could rest or something.
 
Lucas chips in with Linne, "Ha, I agree. Money's your priority, yeah? Priceless. Pardon the pun." He has a loaf of bread in his mouth as he says this. Table manners, who? When he finishes this bread, he moves onto that hash brown of his, blowing it ever so slightly to cool it. Steam dissipates from the hash brown into wisps fine as thread and when it reaches a reasonable enough temperature he chows down.
 

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