CissLionleaf

“1...2...3...” He was at it again for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Your brows furrowed with concern as you observed your teenaged son, Matthias, pace the floor, the wood creaking beneath him, eyes closed tight, and knuckles burrowing into his temples. As if chanting a holy mantra, he muttered, his voice barely louder than a breath, “It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.” You longed to much to gather him in your arms and stroke his hair, but he needed the space. Tomorrow, he would move to the training camps, where he finally could begin his path as a Scout. Despite being the youngest, Matthias

The time had come, the day Levi had been dreading since the day you first announced your pregnancy with your first son. Every fiber of his being hoped and prayed that the war against the giants would finally conclude, but that was far too high a wish to be granted. His oldest son, Leon, inheriting his father’s promise and skill, first signed up for training at age twelve. Now, he was on his way to high ranks and joining the Scouts. Not Levi’s first choice, but he felt pride in the hard work of his son all the same. Now, his only daughter Faith decided to join the ranks with her brother, mother and father. She applied herself to

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJha-_kaBe8 Please listen while you read!) Underneath the veil of your curtains, you watched the billowing clouds, their hues of grey and black, conceal the solemn ascent of the sun. A sonorous rumble vibrated over the plains, signaling the oncoming storm. The wind quietly disturbed the trees, bending them gently, whisking crumbled leaves from trembling twigs. Once again, you concealed your home from the outside world behind your velvety drapes. Every tiny movement triggered a ghastly ache through your exhausted muscles, consequences of the expedition the day before. But, as you drew closer to the sofa resting

“Matthias, get off the fucking table NOW.” “But, Daddy! Look! I’m a Titan!” Leon and Faith circled the area, kitchen utensils in hand, preying on the monster. Undaunted by their father’s angry words, they continued these motions, as their youngest brother covered his entire being with his green blanket, emitting over the top roars. Every now and then, one of the little Scouts attacks with a wooden spoon with an angry shout. Day five, and Levi was still going solo with these rascals. You were still in the medical center, unconscious. Though this last expedition could be identified as a success in the loos

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lgnAPTgptk Please listen while you read!) You never believed in fairytales. You heard a few of the neighborhood girls whisper among themselves of whimsical tales and stories of beautiful princesses, of handsome princes on white horses rescuing their loves from fates worse than death. Where they conjured up so fantastical nonsense, you were unsure. As you wandered the infested alleys of the slums, reeking of death, filled with the cries of the tortured and dying, and as you gripped your arms, decorated with purple and red, you knew no such things existed. Last night was the final straw. Your deadbeat father

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3lWwMHFhnA Please listen to this while you read!) A throbbing in your head. Heated blood coursing through broken vessels in attempt to revitalize your body. Muscles pinned to the rough surface on which you lay. And pain, an indescribable pain the inflamed upon every breath. Each sensation your mind detected, and yet, it was still too pinned into the realm of unconsciousness to even fathom your surroundings. Then, something soft caressed your wounded cheek, light as a feather. It tickled but it was far more desirable than this torture. Your weakened mind struggled to pull away, but the gravity of your memo

//Just a little warning here for violence/abuse! please enjoy! You let out a sigh of relief as your boss told you to go home. Sitting infront of a computer screen all day really took its toll on you. God your back ached. You couldnt wait to get home and treat yourself to a nice bubble bath and a night of movies. Not to mention the hundreds of chocolate and sweet packets you had stashed sneakily away in your kitchen cupboards. You grinned michieviously to yourself as you packed your small work bag and got up from your desk. You bid farewell to your colleages who were just as happy as you to get home. It was a friday after all. As you were ab