The Academy

That night, Eren ate with some difficulty.

His thoughts were perhaps overstimulated with wonder.

He knew he was growing powerful, even though he was yet to compare what he had to that of true bloodline awakened.

He only compared himself in the present to himself in the past.

The difference was terrifying.

Now he could envision power, as the life force that flowed through everything that had life.

White fire, he thought.

He was growing more confident, but also more aware of the possibilities. And that awareness was taking some kind of hold on his mind.

‘I hope you are able to control such power,’ Silas had said.

It was replaying in his head, almost haunting him.

When he returned to his room, Eren looked at himself one more time in the silver plate on the wall.

Then he went to dream of white fire and monsters.

*

He was up very early the next day.

After washing in the sink, he went down to meet Silas, who was now in the company of the director; Vatican