Daughter Of The Revolution: I call it "unofficial" because the Oneshot/Longshot "What's Left" can stand on its own and sprout off different sequals/prequels, but I've decided to stretch my mind this way. So, this story can chronologically happen after "What's Left" or it can't it's all up to whether you accept this story or not. If not then it never happened, simple as that. Enjoy.

"Their children are a curious thing. They can be completely dependent on their parent, but at the same time inexplicably indepedent as it has come to my observation that the parent sometimes leaves them. This, in no way, damages the child's maturity in the slightest. I wonder if it is their fate to spend their juvenile years in solitude." Exert from Dr. Grisha Jaeger's medical journal.

Today was lilies. The roses seemed to climb in price and so he'd have to save up a little more to buy him the red ones that he likes so much.

"Roses next time, alright, dad?" Liam smiled softly as he stared at the white stone before him. Simple engraved letters and numbers that he's come to memorize by heart and the vision of it took the place of what the man he spoke to was supposed to look like. But you couldn't really blame the boy—after all, his father had died before he was born.

It was sunset, the cold air was creeping in, but after years of this routine, young Liam Rivaille had gotten used to the weather, rain or shine, cold or hot. Nothing could suddenly make the teen stop his ritual. It was now a part of his life, of course he had his mother to thank for that.

He didn't remember what he looked like or what he even sounded like. He remembered words he spoke to him and the impact they had on him and so he thoroughly blamed him for his predicament now—his obsession with accomplishing his routine no matter the weather or his own health.

After his chores were finished and his errands ran he'd find that his day was ready to set, of course not without the coins jingling in his pocket, begging to be handed over for something much lovelier.

So, he'd buy a boquet—if he had enough coin of course, any type of flower was good, but mostly red roses were the favored. Then he'd be on his way to his final stop before heading back home.

His mother had taught him to respect those who had gone before them—especially if some of those happened to be loved ones. Liam had never gotten a chance to love this one, but as a relative, the love was implanted in his heart by the tales his mother used to speak of and then afterwards the tales were passed on to his mother's friends to tell. So he felt like he knew him, in a way, even though he really wasn't ever sure if he would.

Still, that did not deter the young teen to give the grave of his father flowers every day. He even had the habit of standing there, sometimes sitting, for a couple hours—at least until the street lamps were lit as a sign for him to return home.

He had a strict curfew and was never one to break rules . . . as of late.

Trotting toward the neatly fenced brick house, Liam waved to the guards who regularly patrolled the street aligning his house before closing the wooden gate and making his way down the cobbled path and onto the porch. Before entering he shrugged off the sack around his shoulders and set it down next to the door, on a reclining wooden rocking chair seated neatly nearby.

"I'm back," Liam announced. Upon the smell of something delicious in the air he smiled and tried to make a guess as to who it could be just by the smell of the dish. When something went crashing to the floor and a loud, "Ah! God dammit!" spewed forth afterwards Liam nodded and held in a chuckle before entering the hazy kitchen and catching his good ole Uncle Jean trying to make dinner—the main issue was trying.

"What's for dinner today, Uncle Jean, burnt duck, or overcooked lobster?" Jean turned toward him and then held the spatula out toward him like he would one of his swords. Jean could be threatening sometimes, just not when he's wearing a Aunt Hanji's pink apron.

"'Ey, watch your mouth, boy, or you can go to bed without dinner," Jean warned, though light in manner.

Liam raised his hands and nodded his head in understanding before making his way toward the stove and bending down to pick up the spilled pot that Jean had dropped—ah, so it was overcooked lobster. Being careful to push all the contents back inside the hot bowl without getting burned, Liam held it up and looked over toward the dinning table.

"Do you want me to set food out?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Jean said as he turned and continued to stir the butter sauce. "I was almost done with the sauce before that thing tipped over on its own, just to let ya know."

Liam didn't say anything, but just smiled. Setting the table was quiet, as was their meal; like normal. Jean, unlike most of the others, would usually let Liam stay up a little longer than scheduled because of himself needing to let the food settle. So they'd sit in silence sometimes at the table while Jean eased himself back into the chair and rubbed his full stomach.

Sometimes they'd talk about the day, sometimes even about a few old stories that Jean could remember, or vice versa. Liam's Uncle Jean caused a lot of humor upon himself and unforgettable humor at that so it wasn't hard for the teen to bring something up even though the man continued to deny it ever happened.

Today though, it was Liam who started a conversation.

"How are the expeditions?" Liam asked, his silver eyes watching as Jean rose a brow before his brown eyes glanced away from him and he sat himself properly, with his hands folded together upon the table.

"Nothing much to say," Jean said lowly, but, for as long as Liam could remember—that had always been the same answer every time he asked.

Now wasn't the time to show attitude, Liam hadn't expected anything to change.

So he stood up and collected the plates. Upon his decent toward the kitchen to begin washing dishes before bed, Liam stopped, his back toward Jean who remained still where he sat. "When can I go out then?"

Liam didn't have to turn around to know Jean had raised his head and looked at him. He didn't have to turn around to see his uncle shaking his head. He heard him getting up and pushing the chair back to its original spot against the table before that all-too-familiar sigh was heard and the feel that pressing hand upon his shoulder that tried to seem so lightweight but in truth was so constricting Liam couldn't stand it.

"Hey, the Age of the Titans are at its close, that doesn't mean it's over. Hell, if it was over I'd retire somewhere nice!" Jean spoke in that same tone he'd always spoken to Liam with. Liam no longer wanted to see that fake smile of his though and so kept his eyes straight and staring into nothing in particular.

"Then when will it be over?" Liam asked and for a moment, felt Jean's hand upon his shoulder squeeze slightly before letting go and flapping back against the commander's side. "You wouldn't let me join the Survey Corps when I came of age because of the fear of Titans, now when you say their age is about over, I still can't go outside. When the last one is gone then what—will you still keep me locked inside these walls?"

Liam looked toward Jean this time and his eyes were sharp and angry. He saw Jean jump slightly and for a moment wondered why a grown man of Jean's rank would even so much as flinch at a teen's upset glare. He briefly remembered Aunt Hanji saying how his father, Levi who had also been Jean's commanding officer, would use such stares to put his cadets in place and so maybe it was that. Now really wasn't the time to think of it as Jean steadied himself against his glare and shook his head—more down emotions than domineering ones showing on the man's face.

"I made a promise, sorry," Jean informed. "But be sure that I'll be the first to let you know when it's time. I'll personally take you with me if that's what you want."

"I just want to see what you and everyone else—what my father had strived for—a world without Titans," Liam muttered before continuing his way and entering the kitchen, washing the dishes in silence.

His Uncle Jean ended up staying the night in one of the guest rooms, Liam could tell from the loud snoring that kept him awake all night. He even heard him leave around four in the morning. That was really when Liam managed to get to sleep.

When he awoke he was surprised he hadn't been pounced on or kicked out of bed. Normally if he slept this late someone would notice—unless . . .

He heard it, from his opened window he heard the shouts. Another expedition had been organized and were readying to leave the walls. Why hadn't Jean told him?

So, as fast as he could, Liam shoved on his boots and flung on a shirt, tucking it into his trousers as he made his way downstairs and then out the door, breaking off into a full-out run to make it in time.

Just as he figured, the crowd gathered around was large and dense, so pushing them aside was out of the question, but sure enough he got to see the soldiers leave. Jean was leading this time, but he didn't see anyone else he knew aside from—

"Liam!"

Liam turned and looked to see a small young girl, red of hair, pushing her way through the crowd to come toward him, giving up her spot in the front just to be with her friend.

"Jane? Why didn't you stay?" Liam asked as he watched the out-of-breath girl heave before straightening herself and fixing her ruffled skirt. "You had a good position to see your sister off."

Jane's older sister, Laura, was a skilled warrior in the Survey Corps and was currently heading out on that same expedition.

"It's okay," Jane said with a smile as she touched the loose strands of hair against her ears bashfully. "We already said goodbye at breakfast with mom and dad. But I came to get you. I have the you-know-what, you gonna come by?"

Liam smiled and nodded his head. During expeditions his main caretakers became scarce and so that offered him more freedom. But what would Liam Rivaille, the son of humanity's strongest warrior, do in his free time?

Heading toward their rendezvous spot, he waited as Jane got down on her hands and knees and scavenged the hollow trunk of a large tree for their desired object.

"Got it!" she declared with glee. Standing up she ignored the grass and mud stains she now drenched her skirt in, instead her wide smile beamed as she held the object tighter. "Well, who's going first?"

"That would be me," Liam said with a smirk.

Jane had wanted to follow her older sister into the Survey Corps, and so when she came of age she went into training while Liam watched from afar and cheered his close friend on in encouragement so she could complete her cadet years—well, it is said that some were cut to join the Corps, but not everyone. Jane just happened to be one of those people. The main issue: she couldn't balance herself on the 3D Maneuver Gear. So she was among the first to get the boot by the instructor and thus forbidden from coming back—forever dubbed as a failure.

Not too bad for her parents who wanted their youngest daughter to take over their flower business while their oldest was out of the question—already having joined the Survey Corps and proved a protégé. So Jane currently resided with her parents selling flowers and would probably die with the same job—still living in her family house. But did that deter Jane? Did Liam's comforting words help her? Of course not.

The day she had to pack up and leave she took an extra case with her, saying that it had been a case full of extra clothing she had bought while still in the camp. Of course that was a bold-faced lie. She had somehow managed to smuggle out a 3D maneuver gear right underneath the instructor's nose. Upon returning home, her horrible guilt was quick to catch up to her and of course it was Liam whom she told.

Instead it had been Liam's idea that the two train with it in secret, each in time taking turns. Jane found her balance in a few weeks while Liam was found to be a natural, much to Jane's chagrin. But both continued their practice one by one in a secret place. It was a long time construction site that was often neglected by workers and delayed much needed repairs and so the two swung around their until both worked with it perfectly.

Liam though was more bold with his maneuvers, having twists and somersaults a little too much for Jane's liking. Jane was good with just quick straight turns, nothing too fancy. If she was made to do a backflip, her stomach would be on the ground, one of the reasons why she failed in cadet training—sadly, that could not be trained out of her, but Liam didn't care about that. Just as long as the two were well trained in it then one day, with the hope of gaining another 3D gear then perhaps they could venture outside the walls; that's all Liam wanted.

"It's my turn now, Liam!" He heard Jane say from below him, but as he clung to the side of the building still under a long-term construction, Liam couldn't keep his eyes from the outlining of wall Sina. It was so very far away from them but felt as if it constricted Liam's very being and he was finding it harder and harder to breathe.

He had turned five the day the wall was recovered for humanity. He remembered that, the most being that of his mother as he hugged him so tight and warm and whispered to him, "For you, Liam, I took back Wall Sina."

Since then it had been nothing but construction for the most part of all the towns inside the wall. Well, as Liam looked at the building still in the same shape it had been years ago when he and Jane had made this small sect of buildings their "secret hang-out", he noticed that some further down towns still lacked better repair.

Of course though, humanity didn't stop after Wall Sina. Of course not. If they had, then Liam's mother would still be there with him.

No, in that same year Liam had to watch as visits from his mother lessened and lessened until he visited him no more. The others used to tell him that his parent had been busy driving the rest of the Titans into the sea and drowning them to stop by any time soon, but in time they began changing their conversation and the name of Eren Jaeger was no longer brought up.

Liam had realized a long time ago that he would probably never see him again and that he was probably dead. He had figured it out as slowly as he could handle it and now, at the age of sixteen, he couldn't say he even felt slightly sad at the thought of his last remaining parent's demise. After all, he hardly remembered what he looked or sounded like. It was only common for someone to feel this way about a relative so estranged.

"Liam!"

The voice had been right next to him and just as he turned he watched a bright-eyed Jane come surging toward him with a 3D gear of her own. It had caught Liam by surprise so much that he lost balance and his grappling hook swung loose and down he went, hitting the ground harder than comfortable.

"LIAM!" Jane cried out, swinging down and landing before rushing toward her friend. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you! I just, I just wanted to show you what I had found the other day. I'm so sorry, don't die!"

There Jane went, the water works. Liam understood that she was still only a teenage girl, but she had been his friend since they were in diapers and so should know by now how his condition would fare after falling down from such a height.

"I'm not gonna die from that, Jane," Liam groaned as he sat himself up and just as he moved to stand he noticed his leg—it was twisted backwards. With a roll of his eyes he grabbed the limb and rolled the cap until it was positioned right on his leg and then waited for the magic to begin.

It hurt every time, but he learned to deal with the pain, it was only for a little while anyway. Liam glanced Jane biting her bottom lip out of the corner of his eye. He knew it was hard on her seeing firsthand his healing powers and the strain it put on his body, but once his leg was movable, he stood.

"You're all better. I'm so happy!" Jane exclaimed as she threw herself upon him, only to have Liam about stumble over again.

Yep, he had his mother to thank for that little gift. You see he was Liam Rivaille, the son of humanity's strongest warrior Levi Rivaille whom everyone always remembers to compliment and praise, but he was also the son of Eren Jaeger, humanity's last hope, and a Titan-shifter whom everyone also knows but forgets to mention.

Though quiet about the outcast but savior, Liam knew his mother's comrades knew of his condition. In fact he has a special doctor licenced only by the Survey Corps for fear of some sort of foul play. The diagnosis: Liam healed at a higher rate than any known human being. And that was all thanks to Eren's own abilities.

Liam was quite human, in fact his case was argued with over court when he was very young. He had taken a tumble down the staircase inside his home and when his two broken arms and five broken ribs became nonexistent before his mother rushed him to the doctors, the officials either had the case of a liar, or that of another monster. So it had been up to Aunt Hanji to settle the case of whether to bind Liam with the same shackles as his willing mother.

She discovered it was just a simple case of inheritance. Like inheriting sensitive skin or blonde hair from a parent, Liam inherited Eren's regenerative abilities. In his medical reports ran by Hanji she explained it akin to like having a higher metabolism rate than other children. Therefore, ensuring his "human" status as kept.

Liam never really saw himself as completely human. After all, the one who gave birth to him was a Titan-shifter. But that certainly never hindered him from making friends, especially from the legacy his father provided that was sure to attract attention toward the boy.

"I'm so glad your mother was a shifter," Jane said, but it seemed she had caught herself as she pulled back and placed her fingers over her lips. It seemed almost taboo just to mention Liam's mother and it was starting to annoy the teen.

"Yeah, me too, now where did you get the extra gear?" Liam inquired, pointing to the machine attached to Jane's hips.

"That's a secret," she said with a smile but Liam would have none of it. His glare that seemed to startled just about all of his mother's old friend excluding Aunt Mikasa, even got to his friend. She began sweating bullets before shaking her head and about shouting, "Okay so my sister left it in her room when she visited, along with a few of her uniforms!"

"She'll know you took it," Liam scolded, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "If she comes looking for it then what are you going to do?"

"I'll return it, I swear," she said as she clapped her hands together in a prayer-promise. "But I wanted to show you, well . . . because I thought you'd be happy."

"About getting caught?" Liam raised his brow quizzically.

"No, about going outside," she said, pointing toward the wall.

Outside. Now that was something to be happy about.

"Think about it, Liam," Jane began as she smiled encouragingly up at him. "The Survey Corps went out on another expedition. Your caretakers will be scarce. No one will know you went if you go out and then come back in. You see. We can both go together, like we promised."

Like they promised. She was right.

Liam always thought about leaving one day, but to actually have the opportunity staring you in the face made him a little more than excited.

Still, that smile answered everything for Jane and she jumped up and down as Liam agreed.

Outside the walls would be a sight to see and some adventure. The Titan Age was coming to its end so they were both certain there would be no danger chasing them for just a small trip. They were two teens full of dream and expectation and the vision of the outside world was in their sights.