There are no monsters — At least the fictional ones. Skinwalkers. Wendigo. Giants. The ones made up to frighten little children at night, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist in a less fantastical way.
Marley, his home country, had been at war with Eldia for a little over a decade now.
For twelve miserable years life had become all but stagnant, days blurred together. Wake up. Lace tedious mud-stained leather boots. Listen to the static voices of the radio, wait for the news; be it good or bad.
Maybe in a another life, where war wasn’t ravaging the country, Reiner could have found happiness.
It’s a nice thought.
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09 Aug 2020