Chapter 35

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Eren POV

A cloud of black was everything Eren could see after the pain had subsided enough for him to be able to open his eyes again.

Only after a few more seconds did he realize that it wasn't a cloud that was covering his sight.

It was...those were...feathers.

His eyes widened in horror and he stretched out a hand, until he could touch them. He winced when they made contact with his skin and it was like a flash shot through his body when he did. It felt so...natural. So normal. As if they...were a part of his soul.

They were all around him, protecting his body from whatever was happening outside this safe shell. Eren took off his mask and raised his head, staring at his wings with a breathless laugh.

Just what the fuck is happening to me?

"Eren."

The whisper tore him from his confusion and surprise and forced him back into the throne room with all those guards about to kill him. With his father. With General Ackerman.

His plan had played out greatly so far. Apart from this whole...wings part.

"Eren."

It was a female voice. Soft like an angel's, gentle like his mother's.

Who are you?

"Kill this monster!" This time the scream didn't come from his father.

What am I supposed to do?

"Flee. You have to get out of here. They can't know who you are. Not yet."

He touched the feathers again, trying to move them at his will.

Should he really trust that voice in his head? Was he going insane?

The first movement hurt like he was ripping his own skin apart and he screamed, pain flooding his mind and every nerve in his body. He clenched his teeth and tried again, concentrating on the feeling of those two wings, slender and magnificent.

He knew that there was a window up in the ceiling. If he could crash through it with enough force, he should be able to flee from the throne room and get back into the servant track without being seen. Provided that his other side disappeared until then.

For now he had to figure out how to work with this new development.

So he pushed aside every bit of fear, every call of his own doubt – and spread his wings.



(I'm sorry, this chapter is the shortest I have ever written and will ever write. But I'm kind of having a blockade. I hope it will be over in the next days. 

Until then, don't hesitate to comment, to ask, to whatever....

I love reading comments!) 

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