The second day was even more grueling than the first. Diane Grandville was their instructor for the day and as usual, she looked the part. Her dark hair was gathered in a no-nonsense ponytail. She wore cargo pants, combat boots, and a tank top that showed off the sinew in her arms. She had a high forehead and hollow cheeks that made her look like an exotic cat. They were made to gather in a hall much like the sparring room. Eleven lecterns had been installed into the floor, each for one trainee and one of Diane. She began. “Today, we will learn the art of MANNA control. MANNA is, at the end of the day, what sets you apart from the average person. Controlling this gift is not a skill to be taken lightly, as it requires focus, discipline, and dedication.” As the lesson progressed, Diane showed them how to channel their MANNA. Her clan had the ability to control aspects of time, she told them. Due to the delicate nature of their ability an almost surgical control of MANNA is
Many days passed with Eren waiting for instructions from Silas and Vatican Sol. Many, many days of silence came and went. In the beginning, he was perpetually anxious. What if he missed their messages when they eventually came? What if they had come and he simply had not gotten them?Every night, he refreshed his communicator, waiting. For his own safety, they made it such that he could not reach them. Only they could get to him when they wanted. In the meantime, Eren started spending more time with Sid and Tiana. It became his routine. After the day’s classes, he spent the evening with Tiana and Gaine—a strange new addition to the group—in Sid’s room trading stories. Half the time, Tiana was horrified at the things they had done in their childhood, but it made for good laughter. Some evenings were spent outdoors. The Academy had lots of space—the ideal place if you were a wanderer, and Tiana was just that. They tended to follow her most evenings. Some days, they sensed sh
Placements began a week after Eren's successful infiltration of Zachary’s place.The first grouping was carried out. Gaine and Drake were paired together. Eren found himself in the same group as Samantha and Sid. Anxiety was a hand around his thorax, throttling him.Eren’s team chose a minor guarding duty, categorized as a Grade 1 mission— a simple task. Their assignment was to patrol the perimeter of a small, yet crucial, outpost for a week. It was monotonous work, often tiresome, with long hours of standing watch.After a grueling week, the mission was complete. The trio returned, their spirits somewhat dampened. Each was awarded a silver star, a symbol of their completion of a Grade 1 mission. Eren looked at his star and the shimmering silver seemed to mock him. The Grade 1 missions, though manageable, were not yielding the rewards he had hoped for. He knew that for more substantial recognition and advancement, they needed to tackle Grade III missions, which promised three
The warehouse was even worse than it looked in the photos. It was the last place a super-abled person had attempted an attack, and it had been abandoned for months since then. A chunk of the roof had been ripped off clean and one section of the wall had been blown in, as if knocked down with a sledge hammer. There were also untouched boxes of goods lying around in various states of ruin, and most of the building was charred. Eren touched the wall and his hand came away covered in soot. He sniffed the black powder. “The report said nothing about the building being burned,” Samantha said from behind him. She was down on her haunches, examining marks on the ground. The markings led all the way into the warehouse, as if someone with very hard legs had walked into it, breaking the very ground beneath them as they walked. “Strange,” Drake offered. “This place was definitely fried.” He had spent most of the investigation ignoring Eren and keeping to himself. A welcome
Be thorough and careful, the professor had said in his message.It was characteristic of him, Silas, with his thoroughness and fastidiousness. But Eren had taken it to heart. Which was why he suggested they scope the warehouse after the fight, and find anything else that they could. Samantha and Drake came up empty, but Eren found a strange, blue gem near the back of the warehouse. He opted not to tell the others and stuffed it into his pocket immediately, saving it for later inspection. Some things, he decided, he would keep to himself.All the way home, he palmed the gem in his pocket. It was smooth to touch. Samantha and Drake were silent, each with their own thoughts. When they arrived at the Academy, they reconvened with Sid and Gaine.“So you are saying whoever it was that attacked you might be inside the Academy right now?” Gaine asked. His distress was evident.Samantha shook her head. “I doubt that this is the case. We saw his face.”“Was it someone you recognized?”“Sa
Eren waited till around midnight before he moved, trying to make sure he was sufficiently rested.He found himself sneaking out of his room the second time in the last couple of days. He was a bit more careful closing the door now; it drifted shut with nary a whisper behind him, as he began to embark on his mission.A small pouch was attached to his belt, and in it were all the bugs and miniscule listening devices he was supposed to install throughout all the locations sent to his communication device. Most of them were relatively simple and accessible, though a few of them gave him cause for concern.He wouldn’t let that stop him, though. He might not have suddenly become even more skilled at stealth overnight, but he had long since familiarized himself with the lay of the campus, using the resources available to him. That, coupled with his experience from the last time he had done something like this, meant that this would probably go smoother this time.It was in the very early
Eren yawned noisily as he entered the lounge, a small backpack strapped across his shoulders. The automatic doors slid silently behind him, and he blinked away as he beheld the occupants of the room.“Hey, Eren. Rough day? Where’ve you been anyways?” asked Sid, who was sitting on a futon. He was playing card games with Gaine, who was sitting next to him.Gaine shot Eren a glance.“You look like death warmed over, Trost.”“Fuck off, Winchester.” Eren growled noncommittally as he threw the backpack on the bed, collapsing on the mattress. He didn’t want to admit it, but his activities this morning, undertaken so soon after returning from a mission no less, had really tired him out.“You’re late, by the way. What took you so long?” Sid continued persistently, his thoughts focused on Eren but his eyes practically glued to his game.“I was studying.”“That’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one.” Gaine butted in with his unwelcome commentary.“Fuck off. Are you implying that I don’t study?”“Oh,
The tournament had been going smoothly, though nothing had particularly caught Eren's eye so far. He wasn't a fan of the gladiatorial nature of the tournament, and sitting amongst the crowd made him remember the contempt he had felt for the crowd that had witnessed his own match.He was mostly apathetic to the entire thing, and his eyes had started to droop in boredom when he heard Drake mumble from where he sat next to him.“Ha? Isn't that Elrond?”Eren perked up minutely, gazing down at the arena below them. Indeed, it seemed it was Elrond fighting against someone he didn't recognize.“Elrond? You recognize him?” Eren heard Samantha say, but he didn't listen to Drake’s response.Eren felt complicated emotions surge through him at the sight of the boy, who seemed to be losing against his opponent, a blond haired girl with some sort of prescience that let her predict his attacks. Elrond hadn't been one of Eren’s many bullies; far from it. He'd just been a classmate that had stood