You'd never expected yourself to end up as a Titan. Memories from how or why you become one were blurry but you were sure that this wasn't normal. A conscious Titan? How odd.

It'd all happened a few days? Weeks? It was hard to be sure without any of the human inventions and you'd lost track of all the nights and days. One second you'd been a mindless Titan just wandering outside of the stone walls and the next you were fully conscious. You were able to move at your own will and could even attempts to communicate. It was hard, however because now you couldn't feed on any of the Scouts that flew across the trees. You tried to adapt to plants, vegetation and animals but it was all becoming too hard.

The whistle of the night's wind echoed loudly through the forest. The trees had grown so long and thin that it was easy to hide from humans and you could peacefully sleep.

All of a sudden, you were awoken by the sound of metallic spikes being shot from the gear and stabbed into trees. It was the Scout Regiment.