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Have you ever wondered what would have happened if Eren hadn't fallen in love with my house, but with history? But not just any love, no. A cold, strategic, and obsessive love. A love capable of twisting destinies, of breaking wills. A love so intense that not even death could stop it. This is not the Eren you know, and this is not the story you remember. What you are about to see is a twisted, emotional, and dangerous story, with betrayals, jealousy. Dark strategies and decisions that will forever change the course of humanity. If you dare to enter, you can no longer leave. And if you like this alternate universe, stay, subscribe, and leave your like. That way I'll know there are more like you who enjoy the murkier side of love and war. Now I leave you with the opening. Prepare to enter a world where the heart is a weapon. at night in the dark you can dear al [Music] [Music] [Music] 저 [Music] [Applause] See the flowers breathing in the [Music] growing to the edge of [Music] [Music] It all began with three boys in a world covered by walls. There was Jaeger, always with clenched fists. My house, his silent shadow that followed him as if he were his only reason for existing. And Armin, the dreamer who spoke of oceans, blue fire, and lands beyond the walls. They lived in Shigansina, among dusty streets, hard bread, and broken hopes. Peace, like everything in that world, was borrowed. Until one day the sky tore open. A roar, an explosion of steam. And there stood the colossal titan, so tall it seemed it could touch the sky. And behind it, like a hammer that crushes without hesitation, the armored titan. Both destroyed the gate and with it Eren's childhood. People screamed, ran, died. He only had one idea, to save his mother. "I'm going to get you out of here, Mom. Hold on!" Eren shouted, tears in his eyes. "I can't move, Eren. Go, run." "No, I won't leave you." "My house, take him," Carla said, her voice broken. And then the scream. The titan took her and with a grotesque movement devoured her. Soldier Anes would appear and take Eren and my house away with a heartbreaking cry from the boy who dreamed of freedom. That day something broke inside Eren and it never healed. They were relocated, refugees. They smelled of fear and despair, of rotten food and piled-up bodies. "This is not life," Eden spat. "This is a cage." "Then let's get out," my house said expressionlessly. "How? By enlisting in the army?" he asked. "Yes, we're going to fight. We're going to kill every one of those monsters." No one said no because there were no other options. Thus, a year passed, and the three friends enlisted in the army. 5 years to graduate and choose the Survey Corps to go outside the walls and finish off all the titans. In the 104th Brigade, screams were breakfast, fatigue was lunch, and humiliation was dinner. But amidst all that chaos, some people shone. One of them, Historia Reiss, sweet, silent, almost a mirage, and beside her, like a guard dog with a knife-like gaze. And Mir. Eren noticed her from the first day, not for her beauty, but for her light, a light that was foreign to him. The first interaction was, to say the least, intense. "What are you looking at, Jaeger?" Ymir blurted out suddenly. "What's it to you?" "It's my business because you're looking at Historia like she's a bowl of hot soup. And you've been hungry for years." "And you seem to have a bodyguard complex." "I don't seem to. I am her bodyguard. Any problem?" "Relax, Ymir," Historia intervened with a soft voice. "It was nothing." Eren walked away, but the first friction had been sown, and with it, the spark. Weeks passed, they trained, ran, fell, and Eren kept watching, not lasciviously, but like someone observing a flower grow among rubble. One day, while Historia was practicing alone, Eren approached her. "You're doing the anchoring movement wrong." "Ah, yes. And you're the expert now." "No, but I have good reflexes. Want me to show you?" Historia looked at him, hesitating, but agreed. And so, step by step, they began to talk. And Ymir, of course, always nearby. "Since when are you such good friends?" she asked with a venomous tone. "Jealous?" Eren said, raising an eyebrow. "Of you, please. But I don't like my friend hanging out with guys with trauma faces, and I don't like friends acting like girlfriends." "Ymir!" Historia shouted, laughing. "Historia!" Ymir repeated, imitating her tone with false sweetness. The weeks turned into routine, and routine into trust. There were nights when Eren and Historia would stay up talking under the moon. "Why don't you show yourself as you are to others?" she asked. "Because I don't know who I am since I lost my mother." "I don't know who I am either, but with you, I feel more real." "Historia. Tell me, have you ever thought about escaping?" "Every day." Ymir watched them from the shadows, chewing a dry biscuit. "They're going to make me vomit," she muttered. Once, during a break, Historia was sitting, and Eren approached her. Ymir, seeing her smile at him, couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, Jaeger, what part of 'don't touch that Historia' didn't you understand? The 'don't touch' or the 'Historia'?" "Why don't you let her decide?" "Because I know her better than you. I know when people approach out of self-interest." "And why are you so all over her?" "Because I care about her, because she's the only good thing in this garbage world." Historia stepped between them. "Enough, both of you. This looks like a jealousy fight." Both fell silent. Ymir clicked her tongue. Eren laughed. Historia left. That night, Historia didn't go to sleep with Ymir; she stayed outside with Eren. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "I want to be more than just a shadow." "Shadow of whom?" "Of everyone. For me, you are light." She looked at him, her eyes shining, and at that moment Eren knew. He was trapped. Days later, Historia told Ymir she needed space. "Space from me. And for what?" "To fool around with Jaeger." "Don't say stupid things. I saw it, I see everything." "And I need to think." Ymir was speechless, turned around, and didn't speak for two days. Eren noticed. Historia too. And in that crack, the bond between them grew stronger. The night of the key event arrived. It was late. The barracks slept. Historia and Eren were outside, sitting on the grass. The moon bathed them in silver light. "Can I ask you something?" Historia said. "Yes." "Do you see me as a burden?" "I don't see you as a burden. I see you as the only thing I don't want to lose." They fell silent, their gazes charged with electricity. "Ymir will kill you," Historia whispered. "Let her try." They laughed. They leaned closer. Lips centimeters apart. "Historia." "Tell me." "I don't know if this is madness." "Then let's do it together." Their eyes closed. Time stopped, and just as their lips were about to touch, "What the hell are you doing?" A voice sharp as a blade pierced them. Ymir stood there. Motionless. Eyes burning. "Ymir," Eren said, stepping back. "We were just talking," Historia said nervously. "Don't lie to me. I saw everything." A brutal silence fell. "What does it matter?" Eren said. "It matters that you're playing with fire." And she left. Historia stood trembling. Eren, mute. At that moment, Ymir emerged from the building. "Why does everyone have that look like they've seen a naked titan?" No one answered. Ymir looked at Historia, then at Eren, and frowned. "No, don't tell me what I think happened." Historia lowered her head. Eren didn't move. Ymir started to laugh. A bitter laugh filled with rage. "I told you, I told you, but no one listens to me." And she left. Historia looked at the sky. "Eren, this is going to explode." "Then let's be together when it does." And from the shadows, something watched them. Because this romance would not only alter their lives, it would alter the entire world. And they still don't know it, but the price for loving will be very high. 3 years. They weren't just days, they weren't just training, they were sleepless nights, nightmare screams, broken muscles, shattered minds. Time had passed slowly, as if the world wanted every second to weigh heavily. Since that day, when the colossal titan burst through Wall Maria, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin stopped being children, and they weren't the only ones. Many other young people enlisted, some out of fear, others out of pride, others out of pure revenge. Now they were on the verge of adulthood. Their graduation was tomorrow. Three years had passed in the army, during which Historia and Eren were friends, super-friends who seemed to be something more. And with Ymir and Historia, the two grew distant little by little, although they didn't lose contact. One more night, and everyone could graduate, choosing between the Survey Corps, the Military Police, and the Garrison Troops. Everything would change forever. "Tomorrow is the big day," Ymir said, cleaning her equipment with almost automatic movements. "I bet anything Eren will go straight to the Survey Corps." "That's not a fair bet," Connie muttered. "If he could, he'd already be out there killing titans with his teeth." "I'll join the corps furthest from the titans and the mess hall," Sasha added, hiding a piece of bread. They laughed, but their eyes were dull. Everyone knew what graduation meant. No more drills, no more simulations. Ymir was far from the group. Once again, she found herself leaning against an old wall, looking at the sky. She didn't know why she was there. She just needed it, needed that moment, that silence. And then she heard light, almost timid footsteps. "Are you hiding?" a soft voice asked, as if caressing him with each syllable. "Christa, no, I just needed a breath of air." She approached him, her hands clasped behind her back. Her hair was loose, falling in a golden cascade over her shoulders. "I thought you'd already be celebrating with Mikasa and Armin." "Mikasa never celebrates. And Armin is busy reading about strategies that probably won't work." Christa laughed softly. Eren looked at her. Not in the way one looks at a fellow soldier, but as if he were discovering something new or forgetting something old. Then Eren would say the following words. "Hey, Christa." "Yes, Eren." The wind blew softly as they both sat near the edge of a wall, watching the sunset paint the sky with orange and pink hues. Eren kept his gaze fixed on the horizon, but his words were sincere and filled with an emotion uncommon for him. "Every time I talk to you, you remind me of my mom." Christa, surprised, quickly turned her face towards Eren, her eyes wide open, unable to hide her bewilderment. "Really, Eren? But how?" she said in a tone of total surprise, as if she had never expected such a profound comparison from someone like Eren. He lowered his gaze for a moment, as if trying to find the right words to explain what he felt. "It's just that when I'm with you, I feel a very special warmth. It's as if you care about me, not in the obsessive way Mikasa does, but in a purer, more genuine way. It's hard to describe. It's as if when you're near, the world stops for a moment." Christa said nothing, just stared at him. Her blue eyes trembled slightly, and without realizing it, her hand moved towards Eren's. It was a soft touch, with no clear intention, but as their fingers touched, something happened. [Music] A flash, a vision, a memory emerged from nowhere. Both closed their eyes instinctively, and for a second, their minds were dragged to a very distant corner of the past. In that blurry image, a little girl could be seen. It was Historia, but still called Christa, playing happily in a field covered with flowers, laughing with another girl with black hair. They played with freedom, without worries, as if the weight of the world had not yet fallen on their shoulders. But it all vanished suddenly. The rough, loud voice of Instructor Shadis broke the moment with his characteristic tone. "What are you doing on that wall? Get down right now before I make you crawl all over the barracks." Eren reacted first, blinking as if he had just woken from a very intense dream. He stood up abruptly, but before starting to descend, he turned to look at Historia. She remained still, with a strange expression, as if trying to understand what they had just seen. Her face reflected a mixture of nostalgia and confusion. "Christa, we'll talk about this later. Let's go down now. Instructor Shadis will scold us." Christa just nodded slowly without saying a single word. Both descended the wall carefully, though their minds were still trapped in that moment. Once on solid ground, Christa moved slightly away from Eren as if she needed space to think. Eren tried to speak to her, but she didn't respond. Her silence said more than words. Later, as the day began to turn dark, Eren went to the barracks' cabin. There he reunited with his two great friends, Armin and Mikasa. It had been a long time since he had shared a meal with them. Lately, he had been spending most of his time with Christa. The three sat on the floor, like in the old days, sharing bread and hot soup. "There's something I need to tell you," Eren said, breaking the silence. He explained everything that had happened when Christa touched his hand. The vision, the memory, that strange connection. Armin frowned, intrigued, while Mikasa crossed her arms with a serious expression. "Are you sure it wasn't a hallucination?" Armin asked. "I don't know," Eren replied, "but I know what I saw. And although I don't understand anything yet, Christa seemed to know everything, as if that vision didn't surprise her as much as it surprised me." The conversation later shifted to other topics. As in the original story, Eren had a small fight with Ymir, that classic exchange of words that seemed inevitable every time they were in the same room. Then came the moment for Eren to motivate the other cadets to join the Survey Corps and not the Military Police. Thus, night finally fell. Eren slept on the floor in the same room as Mikasa and Armin, as Christa refused to open the door for him. Normally he slept in her room, in separate beds, of course, but this time she needed to be alone. The next morning, Captain Shadis ordered Eren to go with his squad to inspect the south wall, ensuring everything was in order. Without protest, Eren prepared himself, adjusted his maneuver gear, and set out. As he advanced with the group, he noticed Christa among the cadets, who were watching them from the ground. He slowed down a bit and addressed his companions. "Hey, you guys go on ahead. I'll stay for a few seconds." Everyone nodded and continued. Eren descended using his gear, landing right in front of Christa. She, without waiting, ran towards him. "Hey, Eren, forgive me if I behaved badly yesterday. I was thinking about something I discovered, but after we graduate, I'll tell you everything I know." Eren just nodded with a slight gesture. "I'd like to give you a hug," Christa said in a soft voice. "But I guess if I do, that strange power that memory showed us might activate." "Yes, it's really strange," Eren replied, still confused. But before they could continue, Shadis's thunderous voice made them jump. "What is it, Eren Jaeger? Stop flirting and do what I assigned you." Eren, as if caught red-handed, replied quickly. "Yes, coming, instructor." With one last look at Christa, Eren said goodbye and returned to his squad to begin the wall inspection. The day passed almost as usual. They shared moments of conversation, jokes among soldiers, and even Sasha brought some food for everyone. But before they could say anything else, a roar, a thunderclap. And then the colossal titan appeared. Its enormous silhouette rose above the wall like a demon from the past. With a single movement, it destroyed the gate, throwing everything into the air. Chaos returned, fear returned, and once again the same torment from 5 years ago began anew. After the colossal appeared and destroyed the gate, Eren, with his maneuver gear, went to where the colossal was. But unfortunately, as Eren went for the nape of its neck and tried to kill it, the colossal titan would disappear. Then things would proceed as in the original story, except for the detail that after the captain of the Garrison Troops ordered Eren's squad to go first and kill all the titans that entered. Christa went to where the Garrison Captain was and asked him to please change her to Eren's squad, and the captain refused. Back with Eren, he was already ready with his maneuver gear to go out, but at that very moment, Christa would run towards Eren and say, "Hey, Eren, I just wanted to tell you something," Christa would say. And just as Eren was about to respond, Mikasa would appear, telling Eren what he was doing talking to Christa. And Eren telling her it didn't matter. In the end, Christa told him not to die and that he was very important to her. And Eren just nodded and left. Mikasa would stay for a while talking to Historia. Mikasa would tell her that she didn't know what Christa did to have Eren so hooked and that he wasn't normally like that. And Christa would respond with the following phrases. "I don't even know myself, but what I do know is that he and I are very compatible. Maybe one day they'll be together as a couple." And Mikasa, after hearing that, would become angry and jealous and leave. Christa remained there, confused, until Ymir's squad called her. By chance, Christa would be in the same place as Conny and Ymir, and then what happened in the original story would happen. Until the moment a titan ate Thomas, Eren's squadmate. Eren, seeing this, lunged furiously at the titan that killed Thomas, and as he was about to stab it, another titan ate his left leg, and fortunately, Eren flew towards a nearby house. Exactly, a very high roof. Eren could be seen bleeding. And although he said nothing, his silence said everything. Meanwhile, with Christa, she was in the middle, waiting for Eren's squad to kill all the initial titans. But surprisingly, the titans advanced and reached where she was, meaning Eren's squad had failed and consequently died. Christa, realizing all this, ran without caring about the screams of Ymir and her other companions. Christa found herself with her maneuver gear, lunging through the city of Wall Rose until she saw a single boy without a leg, bleeding, who appeared to be Eren. Beside him was Armin with a face of frustration and trauma. Christa descended with her gear, and seeing that it was indeed Eren, she began to cry and hug Eren, staining her clothes. Christa's screams and cries attracted titans, and a bearded titan was the first to appear. This titan grabbed Armin, and when it was about to eat him, Christa pulled him out of there and took his place. Her strength was too little, so she couldn't withstand the titan's jaw strength. And when all seemed lost, Eren would appear, pull her out, and say the following phrase. "Christa, don't die. I know these are my last moments of life, and that's why I have to tell you that I love you. I love you with all my being, and I will always love you." In this way, closing his mouth, cutting off Eren's arm that he had extended, and swallowing him. Seeing this, she stopped crying and just knelt with a face full of resignation. Eren's last words didn't leave her mind. "And I will always love you." Then Connie would appear and talk with Armin and Historia about what had happened. Neither wanted to say anything, and when the other titans appeared, suddenly a flash came out, and a titan appeared with a defined body that attacked another titan and roared. Christa's eyes lit up. In her mind, she said, "It can't be a titan killing another titan." Then what happened in the original story would happen, using Eren's titan indirectly, guiding him towards the titans that covered the entrance to the gas and sword recharge so that he would confront the other titans. And in the end, the plan would work out, and inside, they would carry out Armin's same plan, but this time with Historia also shooting. Then they would come out and see the titan that was attacking other titans being devoured by them. Until suddenly, a titan appeared next to Christa, and when it grabbed her and was about to eat her, Eren woke up from inside and saw that he was controlling a titan and turned his head and saw how a titan was going to eat Christa, and the one who was going to defend her was attached to the titan's nape, but it was almost 300 meters away. It was Mikasa, since she came to see how Eren was. The attack titan would see Christa, and when the titan was about to eat Historia, it received a bite from the attack titan, killing it, and carefully taking Christa and lifting her back to the roof, and everyone was surprised, and the titan finally fell and left, Eren from the titan, and Christa was going to hug him until she turned her head and saw Mikasa glaring at her with just a look, and in this way, Mikasa hugged Eren. And in the end, what happened in the original story would happen, but instead of Armin defending Eren, Historia would do it in front of those who wanted to kill Eren. Then Commander Pyxis would appear, and the plan with the Eren titan would be made. In this story, Eren would not lose control, but rather be able to control it, and in the end, the plan would be successful, although with many casualties. But in the end, Eren managed to seal the wall that the colossal titan had made with the giant rock. Everybody's got no place I no [Music] friends, all those who died did not die in vain. [Music] Today for the first time, we won. We won against the titans, and Eren, emerging from the titan, and as in the original story, they would put him on trial, and in the end, the Survey Corps would win, taking Cadet Eren Jaeger to the Survey Corps. After the events at Wall Rose and the trial against Eren Jaeger, the world changed a little. Eren was officially assigned to the Survey Corps, but he didn't do it alone. At his insistence and to everyone's surprise, he asked that Historia and Ymir Mir also be included. "I trust them, especially Historia," Eren said in front of Commander Erwin. "And if I'm going to fight for this world, I want to do it alongside those I want to protect." Erwin, though intrigued, accepted. Levi simply looked at him with those cold eyes that pierce the soul and said, "If they die, it's not my fault." Thus, Historia and Ymir became part of the corps. Ymir, as always, took it her own way. "Are you crazy or in love?" Jaeger. Eren replied with a smile. "Maybe a bit of both." Historia blushed while Mikasa watched from afar, clenching her fists. A few days later, a new expedition began. The objective: to explore the territory east of the Forest of Giant Trees, an area where previous explorers had disappeared without a trace. Everything seemed calm until the unthinkable happened. A slender, fast, and lethal figure appeared in the distance. It was the female titan, Annie Leonhart. No one identified her at that moment, but everyone felt terror. The formation broke. Historia and Ymir were right in Eren's escort group. Ymir, without hesitation, screamed like never before and transformed into a Titan. Her body emerged from the branches with speed, and her claws rose to intercept the female titan. "You're not taking Eren, you bitch!" The battle began. The clash between Ymir and Annie was brutal. Ymir was agile, aggressive, and quick-reflexed. But Annie was a calculating monster. She blocked, dodged, and counterattacked with almost perfect precision. Meanwhile, Eren shouted from atop a tree. "Don't fight alone, Ymir. Fall back." But Ymir didn't listen. She fought with rage, not only to protect Historia but also out of jealousy, also for Eren. From the rear, Historia watched, trembling, until she shouted with all her might. "Ymir, don't die!" That was enough for Ymir to gain a second wind, and for Eren to transform as well. With a fierce roar, the attack titan appeared, crashing to the forest floor. Now it was two against one. The combat became even more savage. Eren grabbed her from behind while Ymir furiously damaged her nape. Annie kicked, defended herself, hardened her arms, but couldn't break free so easily. "We've got her," Eren shouted in his mind. "Ymir, almost there." At that instant, Annie roared and activated her total hardening, an impenetrable defense that made Eren recoil, covering his face. Ymir flew backward, crashing against a tree. "Damn it, what is this titanium bitch?" At that moment, Levi appeared with supernatural speed, cutting Annie's tendons with surgical precision. The female titan fell to the ground, and Ymir tried to reach her nape again, but then it happened. Annie encased herself in transparent crystal, a bright, gleaming, impenetrable crystal. The field fell silent. Eren and Ymir stood motionless, looking at the crystallized body. Historia slowly descended from the tree, approached, and touched the surface of that strange prison. "She was one of us." Ymir, still bleeding, simply said, "She betrayed us, and yet I understand her." That night, at the rest camp, Eren approached Historia. "Thank you for coming. I know being here isn't easy." Historia looked at him with tenderness, but also with immense sadness. "It's not easy to see you all destroy yourselves for something no one understands." Eren smiled at her, but before he could say anything else, Mikasa arrived. It would be as always. "Eren, we need to talk alone." Eren left with her, but as he turned his gaze, he saw Historia standing there, looking at the sky, and behind her, Ymir watching everything with silent rage. Days later, Erwin examined the crystal where Annie was. "We can't break it, not even scratch it. And yet, she's alive in there." "I know." The mystery of the titans only deepened. And now everyone knew that the real war was just beginning. After the recent events, many things remained the same as in the original story, but others did not. The Survey Corps was going to interrogate Ymir at the barracks about what had happened, but during the return trip, Reiner and Bertholdt revealed themselves as the armored titan and the colossal titan, but this time they did not manage to take Eren, nor Ymir. Why? Because Ymir decided to stay. When Reiner tried to convince her, she just lowered her gaze towards Historia and, without saying a word, turned around. "I'm sorry, Reiner, I'm not fighting for you anymore." Reiner and Bertholdt escaped, and Ymir was taken for interrogation. In a dark stone room, in front of Erwin, Hange, Levi, and Ymir, she didn't hesitate. "Do you want to know the truth? Outside there is a whole world, one that hates us, one that expects you to die. And the worst part is, you don't even know why." Levi observed her calmly. "And why are you telling us?" Ymir raised her gaze with an ironic smile. "Because for the first time, I think I want to defend this side of the world." A few days passed, and the Survey Corps rested in a secluded cabin, hidden by order of the commander. Levi, as always with zero patience, sent everyone to clean as punishment for the mess. Historia was scrubbing the kitchen floor when Levi passed by and, without compassion, said, "You did a terrible job. Start over." "Yes, Captain," she replied, lowering her head somewhat frustrated. She went to get another rag. At that moment, Eren and Ymir were left alone in the dining room. Eren leaned his back against the wall, crossing his arms, watching Ymir stretch her back after carrying boxes. "Tired?" he asked, more mentally than physically. "Yes," Ymir replied, sitting on the table. "I didn't think you'd stay." "Do you think I'm that easy to read?" she replied with a twisted smile. "No, but I also didn't expect you to betray your comrades." "I didn't betray them, I just stopped lying to myself." Silence. Eren approached slowly. "And why did you stay?" "For Historia." Ymir looked at him. "Yes." Eren frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means I also stayed for you." There was a tense moment. The words floated, charged with something they didn't know how to explain. Ymir got off the table and approached Eren. They were so close that they could feel each other's breath. "You're more complicated than you seem, Eren Jaeger," Ymir said in a soft voice. "And does that attract you?" Ymir didn't answer. Instead, she placed her hands on Eren's neck and pulled him towards her. Their lips brushed barely, as if hesitating to make the mistake. But Eren didn't hesitate, he kissed her. It was soft at first, exploratory, but soon Ymir deepened the kiss and enveloped him with her arms, clinging to his neck. Eren reacted, gripping Ymir's waist tightly, pulling her against his body. Ymir moaned slightly, surprised by the intensity. "Careful, Jaeger," she murmured with a defiant smile. "I'm not playing," he said, looking into her eyes. Ymir jumped up with a small leap, her leg around Eren's waist. He held her by the raised leg, caressing her thigh with a mixture of passion and clumsiness. She wrapped her arms around his neck closer than ever, their faces burning. It was desire, it was contained fury, it was everything the war wouldn't let them feel. And then the door opened. Historia entered with a bucket in her hand, dropped it. Water spread all over the floor. "Eren and Ymir." Her eyes instantly filled with tears. "Why?" Ymir released Eren, lowered her leg. Eren froze, his hand still trembling. "Christa," Historia whispered. She said nothing more, ran out covering her face. Ymir turned to Eren. "Don't say anything. Don't look at me like that. I don't regret it, but I know we hurt her." Eren just gritted his teeth. "I don't regret it either." Ymir closed her eyes with a sad smile. "Then be prepared, because what's coming won't be easy." That night, Historia didn't eat, didn't speak, just locked herself in her room with red eyes, a broken heart, and a mind full of questions. Ymir remained silent, looking at the moon from the roof. Eren, alone in the dining room, kept remembering the taste of her lips and the sound of the bucket falling to the floor. Days after the incident with Ymir were silent. Historia no longer smiled. Eren avoided the dining room. Ymir simply observed from afar, but that tense calm couldn't last forever. One morning, Historia went out early to the backyard of the cabin to get firewood. It was then that she saw Eren sitting under a tree, looking at the sky. She was about to turn away, but he spoke. "You don't have to run from me." Historia stood still. "I'm not running." "Yes, you are." She lowered her gaze, sighing. Finally, she approached and sat beside him, knees drawn up. Minutes passed without speaking, only the wind in the branches. Until Historia broke the silence. "Why did you do it?" Eren took a deep breath. "I don't know. It was an impulse. Something stupid, maybe, but I didn't lie to you when I said you were important to me." Historia clasped her hands. "I always saw you as someone with whom I could build something real. Even if it was amidst so much death, even if it was in this hell." Eren lowered his head. "I failed you." She looked at him and said in a soft tone, "There's nothing to forgive, Eren." He looked at her, surprised. "What?" Historia smiled, but it was a sad smile. "You're not the only one carrying guilt." Eren listened without interrupting. "I also have secrets, things I've never told. Not even Ymir." Eren turned completely towards her. "I'm ready to listen." Historia swallowed. Finally, that door in her chest opened. "My real name is Historia Reiss. I am the illegitimate daughter of the king. My mother hated me. And one day, when the king's men came to eliminate her, I saw everything. I saw how your father, Grisha, became a titan and killed my entire family." Eren paled. He felt the world spin slower. "No," he whispered. "Yes, I saw him kill the father who never recognized me. My half-siblings, everyone." Eren covered his mouth. "I didn't know, Historia." "I," she placed a hand on his arm. "I'm not saying it so you feel guilty. I'm saying it because I don't want to keep silent anymore." Her eyes shone with contained tears. "I'm tired of pretending I'm okay. I'm tired of being the good, sweet, Christa Lenz that everyone wants to protect. I have rage too, Eren. I'm broken too." Eren looked at her and, without saying a word, hugged her tightly. "Honestly," he murmured, "thank you for telling me the truth." "Thank you for listening," she replied, closing her eyes, finally feeling free. That same night, Ymir was no longer there. She had left silently, leaving everything behind. On Historia's bed was a carefully folded letter. "Historia, I know this goodbye hurts, but staying would only make it worse. I want you to be happy, even if it's not by my side. I want you to find your place, even if I'm no longer there. You and I were a temporary home. And that's okay, sometimes you have to let go of what you love most for it to flourish. I'm going to Marley, not for revenge, not for betrayal, but because this world needs me fighting where I can do the most damage. Tell Eren to take care of everything, especially your smile. And don't hate me, please, because I could never hate you. Ymir." Historia read the letter in silence, and for the first time in days, she cried for real, but not from sadness, but from liberation. Days passed, and Eren and Historia grew closer again, slowly, naturally, and with fewer words, because sometimes silence heals more than a thousand explanations. One afternoon, they were walking through a field full of grass when Historia turned and said, "Thank you for still being here." Eren took her hand. "Thank you for letting me come back." The forest stretched out in dull green tones. It was early, very early. The fog barely rose over the damp roots and tall trunks, and the birds hadn't yet dared to sing. The Survey Corps cabin remained silent. An old wooden structure that creaked with every step, as if it didn't want to stand anymore. Inside. Some soldiers were still sleeping. Others were starting to dress, but in the furthest room, apart from the rest, Eren and Historia lay back to back, awake for a while. Without speaking, the air between them was dense, almost unbreathable. Eren held Ymir's letter between his fingers. He had read it so many times that each word seemed etched into his skin. The handwriting was firm, but the urgency with which it was written was noticeable. Each sentence was a farewell, a surrender. "I do it for you, Historia, because you deserve to choose. I was just a mistake that got tangled up in your good days." Eren closed his eyes, pressing the letter against his chest. He wasn't crying. He didn't know how, but he felt something consuming him from within, as if he had failed at something he couldn't name. Historia, in silence, watched him out of the corner of her eye. She didn't ask him what he was reading. She already knew. She had also read the letter more than once. And each time she did, something inside her broke a little more. However, the silence was interrupted by a dull thud. "Up, maggots!" Levi shouted from the hallway. "I want this place clean in half an hour, and if you find a rat, I want it dead." Eren didn't respond. Historia slowly sat up, letting the blanket fall. Her feet touched the icy floor. She had dark circles under her eyes, a vacant gaze. "I'll clean," she said, her voice barely audible. Eren nodded, but before she left, he took her hand. "You don't have to force yourself to be okay." She squeezed his hand gently, but said nothing and left the room. Historia cleaned the floor of the main hall with a worn rag. Outside, the rain began to fall timidly. The drops hit the roof as if wanting someone to come out and listen to them. Every movement she made was mechanical. She didn't think about anything. She didn't want to think. But then, among the old books scattered next to a broken bookshelf, she found something, a notebook, and inside, a folded sheet with the same handwriting as the letter. It was another message from Ymir, one she hadn't left for Eren, one that spoke only to her. "You're going to be alone, but you won't be empty. Because I met someone who can fill you again if you let them. Don't be afraid of love, even if it comes from someone as broken as you." Historia took a deep breath, and for the first time in days, she cried in silence, alone, but without hiding. Later, when the group was resting after cleaning, Eren and Historia sat at the back of the cabin, under the small roof that protected them from the rain. The ground was still wet, the forest smelled of earth and rotten leaves, but there was something in the air, a dangerous stillness. Historia broke the silence. "Can I tell you something? Something I haven't told anyone yet?" Eren looked at her, nodded. She hugged herself. She looked forward, not at him. "Your dad killed the only sister I had, Frieda, and everyone who was ever my family." Eren felt something shrink inside him. "I know," he whispered. "I saw it in the memories." "But you didn't see everything." She looked at him now. "I saw them die. I saw your father massacre my family. The screams, the agony, the fight of the two titans. But what struck me is that it seemed like a voice was inciting him to do it. But well, that's not important anymore." Eren stood up slowly, approached her. "I never knew how to feel about him either. I just know that now I'm here with you and I don't want to repeat the same mistakes." Historia took a breath, closed her eyes. "Then, never lie to me." Eren crouched in front of her, took her face in both hands. "Never." She smiled faintly, a sad reflection. Eren leaned in and kissed her slowly, deeply, as if the whole world had become softer for an instant. Historia wrapped her arms around his neck. Eren took her by the waist, and without breaking the kiss, lifted her slightly. Historia placed a leg on him in a gesture that said more than any words could express. Their lips parted. Their eyes. "Does this hurt you?" she asked, almost in a whisper. "No," he said. "It hurts that I didn't do it sooner." And when they kissed again, they did so without fear. But nothing lasts. That same night, while they were sleeping, they were awakened by noises outside. Eren opened his eyes. Historia too, but before she could move, it was too late. Smoke filled the cabin. Hooded soldiers entered through the windows. "Mikasa, Levi!" Eren shouted, but someone hit him on the head. Everything went dark. When
He came to, he was tied up. Historia too. Both on a stone floor. Around them walls with strange symbols, candles, and a familiar figure standing before them. "Rod Reiss. Welcome home." He said with a slurred voice. Historia trembled. What are you doing? Rod approached. In his hands, he held a syringe and a vial with a clear liquid. Restoring what your sister could not. You are going to become the carrier of the Founding Titan, and you are going to do it by devouring Eren. Eren shuddered. Historia looked at him, but not with fear, with strength. No, that is not going to happen. Rod raised his voice, furious. It is your duty. Your blood demands it. Historia closed her eyes. My duty is to choose, and I choose to save him. Rod, desperate, injected himself with the liquid. His body began to deform, to grow, to become a grotesque titan that dragged its enormous face against the ground. Historia screamed. Eren was breaking the chains halfway, but the rest would come with blood. The palace of Paris shone with an artificial calm. The lit candles did not flicker. The silence was heavy, respectful. Outside, the people gathered in the square, waving improvised flags, shouting the name that echoed through the streets like a blessing. Historia. The queen of the new world. She advanced between soldiers lined up on both sides. The white dress brushed her ankles. She wore a simple crown, without exaggerated jewels, without pretenses, only the purity of her will. And at the end of the hall, waiting for her as if time did not pass, Eren with his impeccable uniform, his gaze fixed, his heart beating fast. She extended her hand, and he, without saying anything, took it gently and kissed it. That simple gesture, that contact, was like opening a sea of memories. Eren's eyes opened slightly. The world stopped for a second. The images hit him mercilessly. Dead soldiers. A child crying over the rubble. The roar of the Colossals marching. Historia's cry, alone with a baby in her arms. Historia's hand trembled a little. Are you okay? She whispered, not knowing if he could hear her. Eren released the contact delicately, said nothing, but his gaze was no longer the same. After that, the days passed like fallen leaves in autumn. One after another, quietly, inevitably. Eren stopped talking too much. Sometimes he got lost looking at the horizon. Sometimes he spent hours alone drawing in his notebook, walking through the forest, murmuring names that no one understood. The operation to reclaim Wall Maria was carried out successfully. As everyone knows, Eren crystallized his body to seal the breach. Eruin's sacrifice shook even the hardest to tears. Soldiers to the attack. Armin, reborn as a colossal titan, observed the world with the eyes of someone who already knew too much. Zeke escaped. Reiner too, but none of that was important. Because Historia, Historia stayed in the palace with the people, with hope. She did not go to that battle. She was fighting a different one. A year later, a cabin far from the center, where flowers grew among the stones and trees whispered old songs, was now a forgotten refuge. There, Eren sat in silence with his long hair barely tied. He had grown not physically, but in something that hurt more, certainty. In front of him, Historia held a cup of tea. The steam rose slowly, the words did not come easily. "You look a little different," she said at last. Eren did not answer immediately. He looked at the empty cup in front of him. "It's because I'm not the same anymore," he whispered. She lowered her gaze. When did you change? The day I saw the end. Silence returned. What did you see, Eren? He raised his head, and his eyes were broken. The final skin. I observed millions of endings in millions of alternate timelines, and everything leads to that end. Whatever we do, we cannot change the future. If I don't destroy Marley, they will come and destroy us. And if I attack them, you will stop me and kill me. In me, in no future can I live with you. Because if I live, you women and if you live, I die. Historia carefully placed the cup on the table. And what is that end? The rumbling, the Colossals marching, crushing, children, innocent people, and at the same time, bad people. Sometimes I think that might be the right thing to do. She shook her head, barely holding back tears. No, that cannot be the only end. There must be another one. There is no other end. The future of this timeline is and will remain the same. What? And what about me? He asked, his voice breaking. I am not reason enough for you not to do that. Eren closed his eyes, stood up, and approached her. For that very reason, this is our farewell. Historia stepped back, but he held her by the arm. Tonight, he whispered, let's not think about tomorrow. And then they kissed. It was a kiss without haste, painful, slow, like two souls who already knew they would never touch each other again. Eren gently lifted her, took her to the room. The night was long, and between tangled sheets, Historia cried in silence, embraced by her doom. Months later, Historia discovered she was pregnant. The news was received with bewilderment by the military command, but she was firm. I will not say who the father is. This child is mine and the people's. No one dared to contradict her. Meanwhile, Eren had already departed for Marley. Everything happened as in the original story, the meeting of nations, the destruction, the Warhammer Titan, the rumbling, and in his last conversation with Armin before my house killed him, Eren only said, "I had to do it, not for me, but for her and for the baby." Eren's head fell. The world stopped. The Colossals dissolved into steam, and peace arrived. But at what price? Years later, in a silent meadow, Historia knelt before an unnamed tombstone. Beside her, a boy with gray eyes looked curiously. Here is my dad. She nodded. He was a monster. She did not answer, stroking the boy's hair. He was human, and what he did was to protect us, even if it destroyed him inside. The boy looked at the tombstone with respect. Historia smiled sadly. He loved you even though he couldn't stay. And even if you never remember him, I will, always. The wind blew, lifting petals from the ground, and among the trees like a whisper, he would do it all again.