The day passed on, and the constant sound of preparing troops were slowly taking its toll on Mikasa. She frowned at the sight, but did not protest. It was not in her place to do so, and no one would accept it even if she suggested it. There had been no words of reinforcements yet, and it would most likely be two days after the letter had been sent, that they would arrive. There was still at least a day, and the Fort could not wait. Mikasa had placed herself upon a crate, staring at the soldiers passively, as she sat there, with rags around her stomach and one around her forehead. The breeze waved through her dark hair, bringing a calming sensation to her. Calming as it could be, under the circumstances. The soldiers did not even give her a single gaze, being far too focused on the preparations. They had dug trenches all day, prepared spikes outside the Fort and stacked up on arrows. 

The sky had cleared up. The few white clouds sitting lonesome in the blue sea above them. There had been no sightings of the Westerners, but everything was to be expected. Mikasa dwelled on the evening before, trying to make sense of what all of them had said. As the sun began to wander down, the noises dulled away. Silence overtook the Fort. Few men even spoke, but kept to themselves. No one spoke, indeed, but they all knew what was about to happen. They were few at the Fort, and had to count on the defenses to even stand a chance. But a chance there was, Mikasa convinced herself as she skipped away from the crates, walking up towards the wall. A man offered his hand for the final step, with a stern smile along with it. The Lady dipped her head as she pulled herself up with his aid, groaning. The landscape became darker by the minute, and thus, it was then she could sense it. Peace was about to be forgotten.

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