Erwin wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up here. One minute he was commanding his Scouting Legion in a battle with the Titans, and the next he was lost in the woods, unable to see anything past the vast foliage that would indicate where his comrades were. He heaved a sigh, slicking his blond tresses back as he continued on the lonely road. The only road that he has ever known. It was like a boulevard of broken dreams.
What seemed like hours – but was likely only a few minutes – had passed, and Erwin saw what looked like a small hut built into a gargantuan tree stump in the distance, surrounded by a swamp. He wasn’t sure who lived there, or if anyone lived there at all, but he would need some shelter for the night before setting off again tomorrow in search of his Scouts. And here was better than nowhere.
He approached the hut with caution, making sure that he would not slip into the repugnant muck that was the wetland. There had been a sign which looked to be ma