“Now, attack me.” Zachary said. Eren raised a brow at his supposed teacher. The rest of the Ten paused and stared at the man in various states of surprise. “What?” Gaine asked, his shock poorly concealed. “Uncle, you cannot be serious.” Zachary never took his eyes off Eren. “I am.” The Ten made a small space for Eren and Zachary in the middle of the sparring room. Eren’s heart was pounding in his chest. But whatever it was, he was certain this feeling was not fear. Zachary shoved his dagger into its sheath and faced Eren unarmed. He spread his arms open, as if to make himself a larger target. This time, Eren did not wait for him to ask again. Neither did he hesitate. He rushed forward and when he was a heartbeat away from Zachary, he shoved the keen end of the katana at the man’s neck. Except Zachary was no longer there. He dodged to the side easily. Eren spun in the direction in which he had gone and slashed at him. Again, Zachary easily evaded him. They carried on
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,
“Samantha Dennin." A female security officer poked her head into the gymnasium of the Academy, looking around for her. “Lord William had requested your audience. Immediately."Samantha stood up abruptly, looked at the officer, and offered her a curt nod of affirmation before removing her gym towel from her neck and following the Security officer out of the gymnasium.The air outside the gym was crispy and cold. Samantha could hear winter’s whisper from the wind and the cold.She smiled as she breathed in the fresh air. She looked forward, and in the distance, she could see the towering building, The Titan, where William Winchester's office was. She was not at a loss about what was going to happen. The new academic session of Winchester Academy started a few days before, and she had hoped that she would be able to participate in it, but William Winchester hadn't said anything yet. For her, whatever William Winchester said would determine the course of her life.“Come in." She hear
It had been three days since the battle, and the Academy was still buzzed with the news of the Great Fight as the students tagged it. Construction started immediately after the fight, and students joined in to make it faster and more effective. The sun shone brighter, and the people were happier. As William had briefed the media, the enemy was incapacitated and wouldn't be coming back. While it shined sunshine and rainbows, doom spelled darkness in the deepest parts of the Academy prison yards. In a state-of-the-art prison, Silas sat, locked up by order of the Awakened judiciary, until his judgment. Vatican Sol was also locked with him. The only problem that the Academy had was the runaway father and son. Edward Dennin and his son, Trevor Dennin. Finding them was becoming a problem because of Edward Dennin's expertise in hiding. However, William made sure that the security team wouldn't rest until they found them both. This became their motivation to look harder and find
Zachary raised his head and was face to face with Silas. He desperately struggled to keep his breath going. He had held on for more than five minutes, waiting for nothing. He just wanted to keep Silas Homer busy so he would not pursue Eren. Eren stood around thirty steps away, transfixed. Zachary understood that he needed more time and was willing to help him obtain it. Zachary had two things that made him determined. The first one was that nothing would happen to his son for as long as he was conscious on the battlefield, and the second was that he wouldn't die until he explained the actual situation to his son.“You think you're all it?" Zachary asked, a disgusted look on his face. Silas's eyes widened like a madman's, obviously not accepting of what Zachary said. “I'm better than a weakling like you!" He shouted. “The world does not need weaklings. You all do nothing more than infest the world with your weakness. It's sickening.”Zachary rasped and chuckled, his face amused.
Night was fast approaching, but the fire of war still burned bright on the summit. Fights continued in different places and spots as MANNA burst forth in various ways and diverse strengths. Despite the bloody battlefield, the colors in the sky splashed out in equipoise. The blues and green and orange, the sky prided itself in its contrast to the mortality of men. The sky looked upon the men of the ground with pity as they stole life from one another and sent their souls to nowhere.Eren Trost ran into the battlefield with a roar of rage and snatched the Helm of Tyrants from Silas Homer, yanking it from his head. The older man didn't notice that a few of his hair was torn along with it. His pride and trust in the Helm of Tyrant were going to be his doom, and he didn't know it yet. Slowly, the great level of MANNA, which was running through his veins and synced with blood, left him. Realizing that he had been rid of the power he depended on, Silas Homer looked around in haste, des
The day was beginning to bleed into the evening, but the fighting field retained its activity. Jared Khan was faced by his children at the eastern end of the fighting field. Kathlyn had her hand on her hip as she faced her father, angrily questioning him about his decisions.“Dad! You don't have to do this.” She ran towards him to stop him from hurting innocent people. Jared Khan ignored them and tossed the guard he had just beaten up, who had slumped to the side. After he saw that the space around him was empty and no guard or soldier was standing that he could attack or fight with, he reluctantly faced his children.“Father, " Drake started. “Why are you doing this?” He transformed back and stood behind his sister, hoping that she could knock him back into reality.Drake had always believed Kathlyn to be their father's favorite. Growing up, she always got their father's love and attention, which was different from his experience. Drake hoped that his sister's being more loved
Eren kept his gaze on Sid. Not out of caution but to seek his little bit of regret. But he got nothing. Despite his rage and anger-infused questions, Sid didn't respond; he just retained his blank, emotionless look, further enraging Eren.“Say something!" Eren shouted again, hoping Sid would respond and, at the least, tell him why he was doing what he was. Why did he choose to follow Silas despite his sinister plans to destroy the Awakened society and the world as they knew it?Despite Eren's hurt, which he deliberately ignored to focus on restoring his image, finding Silas, returning the Helm of Tyrants, and finding the truth behind his mother's death, he wanted to believe that Sid wasn't doing it voluntarily. He wanted to believe that he had a reason why he betrayed his trust and followed Silas“I have nothing to say to you, Eren," Sid said, unsheathing his daggers tucked in the leather pouch. Eren's face slowly pulled into a confused frown, and he wracked his head, trying to
A dark cloud covered the sun and enveloped the area in the seminar hall, making it look like the evening. MANNA glowed in diverse colors in different spots and places as the Awakened society attacked one another. The Awakened who followed Silas came rushing into the arena, and William's trained soldiers attacked them with power and strength on par with Silas's Awakened. Flashes of sword fights and MANNA shots filled the seminar ground. The dark cloud that covered the sun slowly peeled off its surface, revealing the faces of each person to their opponent.The thrill of victory dried off Eren's nerves as he ran to the fighting ground, his heart beating hard as he approached the middle of the fight. He could see William's braided white hair in the distance, and he rushed to the scene, stopping about twenty steps behind him to get a clearer vision from the proximity. A smirk grew on his lips as he counted; he realized that they had more numbers than Silas's team. William and other p
On the night before the summit, the Academy held its breath in dread and anxiety. Despite the preparations that had been made, the question of the uncertainty of what could happen still lingered in the air.The Helm of Tyrants was the most feared trinket in the Academy, so it was kept safe in the Academy Head’s office, the safest place on the Academy grounds, second only to the Academy vault. The uncertainty of the next day kept William in the middle of his office by 8 p.m., pacing a hole in the ground.William walked to the northern end of his office, where the transparent glass wall was, and looked out of the window; the north side of the Academy was completely open to him. Thoughts of what could happen the next day filled his mind. He thought of thousands of scenarios in which they won and a million in which they lost. His father had spoken to Zachary and him since they were teenagers about the Helm of Tyrants and its great power. In the wrong hands, the world as they know it
Drake sat opposite the large window in his Academy dorm room, his hands intertwined behind his head as he rocked the wooden dorm chair. Sighing for the fourth time in a minute, he brushed one hand through his hair, the dirty blonde shining a hue of gold as the morning sun streamed into his room when the clouds cleared off it.“Ugh," He groaned, his hands sliding down his face, muffling his voice. This is sweet hell, he thought and stood up abruptly, causing the chair to tip back and almost fall. Drake swiftly held it back and positioned it to face his desk, the chair frame now facing away from the window.Drake stood up to check the window. The glass was completely transparent, giving him a clear view of what was going on on the ground floor. It was bustling with activities. Drake perceived it as preparations for Silas Homer’s suspected plan to destroy the major clan leaders and senators all at once during the nation's leaders' summit, which was a few days away.He used animal he