Year 847 –

The cool summer’s breeze flooded the city, covering it in tranquillity and peace. The people inside had almost forgotten why they had been trapped inside the huge walls for so long. Titans were almost but a myth now, the only people seeing them the survey corps. A group of children laughed in enjoyment, flying their kites near the guard outpost garrison positioned on top of the wall. 

Vernon sat in one of the chairs atop the wall sighing. “I can’t believe we graduated but still have to wait another day before choosing our branch.” He shook his head, watching the children. He shouted down. “HEY! Don’t you be playing near the wall, it aint’ safe you hear me?!” He now mumbled. “Damn kids...” He sighed. “I guess that was us at one time though.” A small smile broke across his face.

Jarred nodded. “That was us a few years ago; completely unaware of the dangers beyond the wall.” He sighed. “We have a job to do, come on.” He hoisted Vernon up and they walked along the wall, on patrol. One of the kites flew straight past his face and he caught the string. One of the children had let go of it by mistake. He waved and called down. “Don’t worry! I’ve got it! I’ll bring it down soon!” He smiled at them waving still. He put the kite in his kit bag before continuing the patrol with Vernon. He turned his head back to the kids, who continued to play. “Hey Vernon... do you think those kids will have a future outside the...”
CRASH

“Omph!” Jarred found himself spiralling in the air, along with Vernon. Vernon managed to use his manoeuvre gear to steady himself and plant against the wall, where as Jarred only managed to hit the wall with one rope, and fell to the ground, from the top of the wall. The one rope did cushion the impact of the fall, so he lived. In a daze, he lifted his head, blood dripping from his forehead. He heard Vernon shouting his name, to get up. He opened his eye, his vision blurred somewhat, to see civilians screaming and running in the opposite direction to the wall. His vision had now returned. There was a gigantic hole in the foot of the wall, and a giant titan foot sticking through that had made the damage. “No... no... T-titans.” He scarpered backwards on his ass a little. They were coming inside. Titans of all different sizes and class. 

“JARRED!!!!!!!” Vernon yelled. But to no avail. He clearly couldn’t hear him. This was it. The titans had finally broken through. He didn’t know what to do, so he stood there, frozen on top of the wall. 

Jarred was also frozen, a 12 meter now towering over him, starring him in the eye, baring its huge teeth. “No... not now.” He tried to use his gear, but his hands were shaking too much, to press the triggers. The titan reached out a colossal hand, but just before it took a hold of him, its eyes went up inside its head. 

SLICE

“Troop! Get on your feet now! Regroup with your squad and fight these foul beasts until you can no longer fight!” It was Commander Lahar Leon of the garrison. He landed on a nearby rooftop, retracting his wires. He cracked his back. “I’m not cut out for this anymore...” He sighed, before firing off in a different direction, fillip midair, before slicing through the weak point of another titan. It was true. He was a titan killing legend. He landed on another rooftop. “GET UP!”
Jarred shook his head and stopped the shaking somewhat, before forcing himself onto his knees and onto his feet. He pressed the triggers on his gear, firing up to a rooftop next to Lahar. “What is the procedure for an attack like this?”

Lahar shook his head and grunted, looking defeated. “There is none. All we can do is slow them down long enough for the people to escape... We must hold strong, for our comrades, family, and for ourselves.” He turned to Jarred. “It’s time for us to fight back.” He gave Jarred the most sincere look anyone would have given him in his life. It was just them. The garrison and the new recruits, younger recruits and some which were older, that had to defend the attack.

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