The Swap
Description
What if Eren didn’t save Mikasa when they were young and Levi was instead? Mikasa grows to be Badass, and Levi to be protective?
Disclaimer: I, Sarak May, do not own the characters from this story or the world.
Foreword
Year: 840
It was suppose to be a happy day. The day I was suppose to have meet my first same age “companion” but the slave trade came first.
Father and Mum said Dr. Yeager and his son were coming over soon. It’s been a six months since then and they never came. Here I am in a wagon hands and feet shackled, spending every day watching the wrongs of the world and acting mental to avoid being sold.
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I was cold hungry and solve those problems I needed money.
I’ll mug someone. It was my only option at the time, so I got out my knife.
That man. He looked like he could survive a day without the money he had on him.
“Put your hands on the back of your head and give me your money.” I could feel my hand shake holding the knife.
He seemed a little surprised but not a drop scared. “Poor lad, how ‘bout I giving you a warm meal instead?”
That slightly took me back. People only give to receive. Don’t trust him!
“…I don’t need your pity.” I said only to faint from hunger and wake in a soft bed and warm food.
“Why don’t you stay for a while?” Asked the man as he set down the bread and soup. And so I did for the past five months growing attached to the man, his wife, and his child.
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