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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Shiganshina District, Wall Maria[/b]
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[indent][color=D9C495][i]This is [b]not[/b] happening.[/i][/color]

Adè remained on the rooftops, her eyes set on the terrifying scene before her. Everyone was screaming as the streets themselves dripped red like a giant balloon of red paint had been ruptured at the end of the row, gliding down like molasses. The blonde-haired teenager quivered, as she stood in clear view on the rooftops, unmoving. Not because she had resolve, but because she was dumbfounded and shocked. The half-eaten apple she had been holding in her hands just a moment before had fallen out of her hands, tumbling to the streets below. 

Adè had heard the stories about the Titans, but she had never really ever seen one. She had imagined what they looked like once upon a time, the stories her grandfather had told grasping her imagination. But back then there was a mystique – a childlike sense of fascination about the beasts that the bravest of heroes were fighting. But this wasn't a situation where she envied the heroes who fought monsters. There was no room for romanticism when the monsters were peering over the wall. There was no room when your imagination meant nothing in the face of reality. The blonde-haired girl was terrified, but she wasn't scared for her safety; she was just scared on a impulsive level. But who wouldn't be scared with a faceless monster utterly destroying something you once thought was a indestructible wall that promoted hope in less than a minute?

A shill scream made her snap out of her daze. 

[b][color=D9C495]“I've gotta move.”[/color][/b] She thought out loud, turning from her position on the roof and started moving at full speed. Her father wouldn't let her live this down if one of his buddies in the garrison had to pull her ass out of the fire. 




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