Eren’s jaw dropped in shock as he stared at Silas unbelievably. He froze, looking dumbfoundedly as the man he’d known to be paralyzed limped towards what sat on the pedestal. Eren had learned a lot of things today, but this was the most shocking. So Silas wasn’t paralyzed. The professor had never been paralyzed. In a daze, Eren watched Silas climb the stairs one at a time, smiling. “Eren! Do not let him touch the pedestal!” Zachary shouted at the top of his voice, and this command snapped Eren out of his frozen state. “Shit!” He cursed out and made to run towards the stairs. However, before he could move, Sid appeared and pushed him back. “You can’t go beyond where you are,” Sid told Eren coldly. “No, Sid.” “Yes. I’m sorry, Eren. You can’t go there. You can’t stop him.” “But why?” Eren asked frustratingly. He still hadn’t come to terms with Sid’s betrayal. He didn’t know how the man could just turn against them like that. His mind raced for reasons, but none made
While Eren and Sid fought intensely, Silas slowly approached the pedestal, his feet moving independently. His heart beat rapidly in excitement, and a fierce smile crossed his lips. Finally, after years of planning and plotting, his schemes were about to pay off. All those years of frustration, anger, and hurt would finally pay off in full and glorious form. Once he got to the pedestal and grabbed the helmet, he was made. He would have all the power to destroy anyone who stood in his path, most notably the Winchesters. The smile on Silas’s face grew wider, more manic. This victory would be his crowning glory for centuries, and he was only starting. After this battle, there would never again be anyone with any power over him. No one could challenge his power without consequences. They had tried before and succeeded, but never again. Silas' feet moved again, and after two more steps, he stood directly before the helmet. He stared at the shining silver surface and felt h
Eren couldn’t move. Every single part of him seemed frozen where he stood. Not only was he watching Zachary bleed out beside his woman, but he also heard the professor’s evil laugh as the metals destroyed his protege. He could feel the rage growing inside him, making his fists tighten until it was difficult to breathe. His body trembled. His mind filled with rage. How could Silas do this? How? “No, no,” Eren shook his head, finally snapping out of his trance. His feet moved, too, and he ran over to Zachary, crouching down next to the heavily injured man. Zachary had been stabbed multiple times, his right hand and his left foot both severely damaged. They wouldn’t heal any time soon. Eren knew that much. “Master!” He called out desperately while putting one of his own blood-stained hands on the wound, trying to stifle the bleeding. Zachary let out a weak groan. “Master, you need to stay alive. For me. For us.” Eren pleaded, “You can’t leave us yet!” Zachary looked towa
When Eren arrived at the topmost floor, he was shocked to see Gaine crying bitterly. The clan’s head, Solvane, was on the floor, lifeless. It wasn't what he expected. Yes, the battle was a tough one. He’d even fought some men on his way here, but he never expected to see the clan head dead on arrival. “Gaine,” Eren called softly, but Gaine didn't hear him. The boy was bent over, sobbing heavily and muttering curses at the men who’d killed his grandfather. Eren’s chest squeezed. He was about to call out to Gaine again when a strange sound stopped him. A sound came from the air, and Eren lifted his head to investigate. It was Silas, Sol and Sid on a podium. They were floating on air, each with a wicked smirk on. Silas laughed out loud, and the sound caused Eren to clench his jaw and fists. “Oh, I waited so much for this day,” Silas yelled, his arms outstretched as he looked down at Eren. He was making jokes and mocking him. Eren knew this, and his jaw clenched even f
Days turned into weeks, and the Winchester and Academy students were occupied with repairing the damage done to the institution. They had to put in their best so that the school building would get back to normal, or at least, even better. “I can’t believe Sid betrayed us,” Tiana said while hammering nails into a wood. Eren sighed, still feeling hurt at his encounter with Sid. “Even Samantha and Trevor,” Tiana added, wiping back a sweat on her brow, “I can’t believe it.” “You have to,” Eren scoffed, “The flaming man must be their father.” While Tiana hammered the nails and became engrossed in her work, Eren stared numbly into space. He had lost interest in almost everything. The main reason he had come to this school was to avenge his mother, but now that he had just discovered that he’d conspired with the enemies who had their own motives, he’d stopped thinking about that. No. It was more like he didn’t know what else to do. What was he living for? What was his purpose
“So, you’re going to stay at the Academy since you can’t return to Silas' house, right?” Tiana asked Eren this while packing her stuff into a duffel bag. She was leaving the Academy, just like most of the Ten had. Since their training had been stopped, and the Academy wasn’t resuming anytime soon, there wasn’t any need for them to stay back anymore. Tiana would have left since, but she was spending some time with Eren. “So, where will you stay now? And what will you be doing?” Tiana asked Eren again. The query was met with silence. Now that she thought about it, he didn’t answer her first question. She glanced up from her bag to him, who seemed deep in thought. He seemed lost in his world. What the hell was he thinking? “Hello.” Tiana took two steps and snapped her fingers in his face, “Earth to Eren?” Eren blinked once before he noticed Tiana, his mouth opening slightly. “Oh yeah, sorry. I kind of got distracted by something. What do you want to know?” “What wears
The day was gloomy. The sun hid behind a thick blanket of clouds, leaving the world dreary and dull. The birds were silent, the weather indifferent. Everything looked gray and bleak as if it had lost its spark of life, leaving everywhere lifeless and dull. One would not have expected different today as Solvane Winchester’s funeral service was set to occur in an hour. It was to be attended by aristocrats, Awakened and commoners — the news of his death had finally been made public. The ceremony would be officiated in the rebuilt Academy’s cathedral. Its massive walls stood tall, protecting its inner sanctuary from harm. The air was humid and stifling. The sound of people talking around was muffled and distant. Everyone looked miserable. Many who had come for Solvane’s funeral wore black robes with red crosses. Those wearing white robes were mostly nobles or aristocrats associated with the Church. It was hard to say which of these groups was mourning him more fervently. Ev
Gaine jolted awake, the sharp echo of a scream piercing through the stillness of the night. He sat up, heart pounding. He couldn’t sleep. He wouldn’t even dream of it. Not when Eren's cries and screams of agony were unmistakable. And he knew that the cries came not from his nightmares but from the reality before him. His father—William Winchester— had arrested Eren on the day of the funeral on some baseless claims that the boy had something to do with the attack. Eren had something to do with the attack, and Professor Silas, the old-man orchestrator, didn’t think to take his ward with him. He’d left him here with the wolves. Gaine could only laugh in frustration, and when Eren’s raw screams pierced through the walls again, he cursed out loud, “Fuck!” This didn’t sit right with him at all. It didn’t. “Damn it,” Gaine muttered, flinging the blanket off and swinging his legs out of bed. He quickly dressed and headed out, determined to confront his father, but when he got