My Name is Maria Deimon Nobleblood and I am the witch of *********.
(A.N: She's barely awake in this and would misunderstood words in short half awake state, and some words might cause confusion but trust me it's part of the story so... Please enjoy the story)
My vision cleared, a harsh light assaulting my retinas. The sting of smoke and burning flesh lingered in my nostrils, a phantom pain that echoed in the depths of my being. Images flickered – a hulking Titan, the scent of Eren's sweat as he wrestled with his monstrous form, the searing agony of a fatal blow.
Then, a chilling emptiness. A void devoid of sensation or consciousness. And then, a spark. A flickering ember of awareness pushing through the darkness, igniting a fire within.
I blinked, the blurry world slowly coming into focus. I found myself cradled in calloused arms, the rhythmic thump of a beating heart a grounding presence. A woman, her face etched with worry, peered down at me. Panic surged, a primal instinct to fight for survival.
"Easy there, little one," he soothed, his voice as calming as a gentle breeze. "You're safe now."
Safe? The word echoed in my head, devoid of meaning. Safe from what? Who was I? Where was I?
Memories flickered, fragmented and hazy at first – the bite of frost on my morning training sessions, the sting of disappointment from a failed spell, the warmth of Eren's hand comforting me after a particularly grueling session. Yet, the clarity of recent events remained frustratingly elusive.
A cold dread settled in my stomach. A piece of me was missing, a crucial puzzle lost in the abyss of time. But one thing remained, a burning core of awareness. I was Maria. Maria Deimon Nobleblood.
Though details of my life remained shrouded in mist, a sense of purpose bloomed within me. This wasn't a random rebirth, but a deliberate twist in fate. I was here for a reason, of that much I was certain.
With a deep breath, I focused, channeling the simmering fire within. My fingers twitched, a spark dancing on the tip of one. Power, a familiar ember, slowly rekindled.
"Who… who am I?" My voice rasped, a pathetic whisper compared to the fiery pronouncements I was used to.
Eren's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of something akin to fear crossing her features. "You… you don't remember?" He stammered.
I shook my head, the motion sending a wave of dizziness crashing through me. "No. But I will," I asserted, the fire in my voice growing stronger. "I am Maria."
It wasn't much, but it was a start. Maria, here and now, a child in a body that held the memories of a warrior. This new beginning wouldn't erase the life I lived, the love I found, the bonds I forged. It would be a second chance, a chance to relive the lessons learned, to protect those I cared for with a fierceness tempered by wisdom.
Eren. The thought of him sent a tremor through my heart. Was he here too? Had fate brought us together once again?
A shadow crossed the doorway, momentarily blocking the light. A familiar, towering figure filled the frame. Eren. He hadn't changed much, his sorrowful eyes still burdened with a weight that no F
Parent should bear. Yet, a flicker of recognition sparked within them, a spark that mirrored the one igniting within me.
"Maria?" His voice, a deep rumble, held a tremor of uncertainty.
A slow smile spread across my face, a genuine one this time, unburdened by the weight of expectation. "Hello, Father," I greeted him, the fire in my eyes reflecting not just magic, but the unbreakable bond of a Father and daughter, a bond forged in hardship and destined to endure.
The smell of his cooking and the cries of my siblings as well as the unconscious brother of mine... I thought to myself, "I'm home"