Madcat2204

As long as you could remember, you've always been alone. You had no memories of your family (if you had any), your name, or anything before you had woken up in a cave by a small pond. The one thing you knew you always had was your wings. Two beautiful, feathered, f/c masses that sprung out from your back and at times seemed to give off warmth and light of their own. You quickly discovered that these wings were not simply decorative, but also practical. You could fly higher than mountains, and that was especially good when it came to running from Titans. Whenever one was nearby, all you need to do was get up above the cloud-line so they could

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, the English is bad at the beginning. This was intentional. Now that this has been said, I hope that you enjoy the story! Also, you read the title correctly. You are a Titan. Not a Titan Shifter. A Titan. Now, enjoy. Big trees. Many beast. Want little one eat. Running. I running too. No eat. Want running. Little one fly. Face change. Beast not. Use hand. Take little one. Eat. See other little one. Different. I call Little One. Little One has scare point. Little One fly to beast. Beast fall. Little One make I scare. I run. No fall. Hide. Little One make many beast fall. Little One no fly. No running. Little One face chan

"What?" you hiss angrily at Armin. Not that you mean to. But you are furious. "Why not let me go?!" "S-sorry!" Armin stutters, clearly frightened of you. The panicked wreck from the forest is back. "I-it wasn't m-my decision! C-Corporal Levi--" "Ugh, Levi! Repulsive human!" you snap. "Why I let leviathan tie me? I not lie down here. I leave! I FREE!" Armin seems completely dumbfounded by the snide nickname you gave Levi, but you could care less. So as long as Armin doesn't get into trouble as a result, you are going to call that stupid jerk of a shorty whatever-you-want. It's noon now. You're supposed to be free to walk around. It's his

"Are you absolutely sure?!" You can hear Hange asking Jean the same questions over and over again, and Jean himself isn't denying anything. Every trainee has gathered around you; some stare up at you in confusion and curiosity, and others are glaring at you for nearly killing a cadet. What. It's not my fault; I didn't even know that was possible until today! A few have made their way over to you and are either offering you comfort or asking you questions while you're under restraints. Krista keeps whispering in your ear, asking if you had meant to kill Jean or not. With so much chaos around you, though, that's not really easy to answer at

You sit against a large tree again as you flex your legs. The whole 3D-Maneuver Gear practice sessions have failed again. And you're really annoyed. The trainees should've caught up to what you are aware of. Yet they haven't. Idiots. "Hey, Artemis!" You turn towards the voice. That definitely was not Armin or Hange. "Break's nearly over, we've got to get moving," Jean pants as he stops in front of you. You let a sigh and turn your head to the side, refusing to get up. You need to rest; you've jumped a little too much this time. "Oh, come on!" Jean cries out, kicking your calf. "At this rate, Corporal Levi's gonna beat us all up the wa

"Ugh. . . I can't believe. . . ow, my head kinda hurts. . ." You look to--what's her name, again?--"Krista" apologetically. You'd practically thrown everyone off a bit with your newfound ability to scream in order to put yourself on the offensive. After you had legitimately defeated all the cadets, Hange had said that your power might become useful, but it would be best to hold off it; you damaged a lot of 3D-Maneuver Gears today. It's nighttime again, and you're under restraints once more. To be perfectly honest with yourself, you don't quite remember keeping your eyes open for so long; whenever it was dusk in the forest, you'd take shelte

"Alright, ready?" Hange calls from afar. You grunt and nod, while the three other surrounding trainees yell back in reply. You take good note of them. There's Reiner, the strong one, and seemingly reliable. When the other trainees talk to him, it's as if they looked up to him as some sort of a big brother. And there's the one you only recently learned the name of: "Bertolt". While he's got the limbs of a fighter, he seems a bit shy and nervous. Lastly, there's Jean. Agile, but extremely quick to anger, sometimes leading to stupidity. You grit your teeth. Thinking while battling isn't something you've done often. But you're sparring with hu

The news that you finally learned to speak the human language had spread amongst the trainees quite rapidly. Lots of them have been trying to get you to say things since. While the words weren't difficult, most of them took a lot of time to say. It's break time, though, and everyone's already gone against you from behind--needless to say, everyone failed that. Now would be a good time to practice talking. Your back leaned against a tree, you sit with a bunch of other trainees, but there are a few people you just don't see. Where would they be. . . "Artemis!" Armin calls out to you. You turn to find him, Mikasa, and Eren running towards you

You walk through the forest that had been set aside for the soldiers' training. The trees aren't as tall as the ones back at. . . home, but this is enough. You hear zipping behind you. Three, two, one. . . You reach your hand back, open up your palm, away from your neck. . . . . . Just in time to grab an incoming trainee. From how she's grunting, you can tell she's a girl. You take a good look at her. Jet-black hair, dark gray eyes, and a threadbare scarf around her neck. You give the trainee time to catch her breath. Then, she asks you, "How did you know I was coming?" You point to your ears at this. "You. . . heard me?" You nod. "

You're still awake; the solar energy hasn't really run out of you just yet. You still feel pretty worked up. . . which is a bummer, since you're still tied down. In front of you, Eren and Armin are conversing with each other. You're not really listening to them, but from little bits of "Artemis" coming out of their mouths, you can tell they're talking about you. After quite some time, Eren slowly steps towards you. You growl at him; you don't want him by your side. He's made a terrible impression on you already. He falters somewhat, even gulps, but continues to approach you. You stay still, but there's still a snarl on your lips; it takes a