You traveled on your own for days to months at a time, by walking at night and traveling through oceans, rarely stopping at villages or areas with large amounts of people. Your home was overtaken by them.. but people managed to take them down and reclaimed the land back, you lost more to them than you did the Titans. They constantly demanded money for their work, even hurting the civilians who couldn't pay them, so you left without a word to another. It was depressing but you soon got over it, seeing the world you had never seen or known of, it was beautiful..

You just finished sailing after sneaking onto a trading ship, you hit land. You quickly steal some food and run off the ship before someone could notice. You walked aimlessly through the land, the breeze was strong and felt wonderful on your skin as you walked, it was dark, yes but the sky was memorizing. You soon became tired and light-headed from the lack of nutrition and sunlight, it was such a pain, but you kept pushing forward not wanting to stop in the middle of nowhere. Your feet were sore and felt like they were burning. with a sigh, you eat a small portion of food and keep walking.

You soon developed a headache and within minutes you passed out on the cool grass, out in the open, your large bag hitting the ground with a thud.

You feel something warm on your skin, something you haven't felt in years, the sun, but the warmth quickly goes away, dimming, and replaced with a cold blade against your neck making your eyes open in an instant. A man near your height held a blade to you, a cold and unphased look in his eyes. "Who are you? Why are you here? How did you get here?" his deep rough voice bombs you with questions as he applies pressure onto the blade threateningly. You didn't even know where you were..