Prologue

Note: Heyy everyone so this is based upon the story Hawksong by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes you do not need to read the book to understand the story line, most of it is based on the book with a few changes here and there so I do not own this or the characters of AOT. I do hope you enjoy this tail and to see you guys again in the next chapter. Also if you have a chance please go check out my other story called Love me not!

June 2, 814

There are many tails and stories on how are kind was started, either by angry gods, broken lovers, or magicians. But there is one that is my favorite, it is of a women who had left her kind and joined the hawks. They took her in when her own kind wouldn't they taught her the language of the birds and gifted her with beautiful and powerful wings of her own. This women's name was Hina.

But sadly it is just that, a story with no proof that she excited. Our scholar have searched high and low for any records that would give us hints of our origins, but nothing has shown us. So all we go by is stories that are told to us when we are chicks.

The only truth behind the stories are us, with feathers that are located on the back of our heads. Even though we appear to seem human, the way we can change forms when we feel like it. To fly with the sun against our backs, and the wind beneath our wings. A beautiful golden hawk form I can take on when I want, or the shell of a humans.

It is the stories made for the children of my kind, learn the joys of flying, and love. It is the story of true hardships, and gifts given out of love. Stories that hold a hint of truth to us. But it is just stories, even when the children learn these stories and of the joys of flying. They also learn of hate and war. Of blood and death. That we cannot hide from them. They learn of the race that calls itself serpiente.

They learn how cruel this world can be, how untrustworthy and unfaithful their kind can be. They learn to fear the gaze of their enemies, and the cold hearts of their lost souls.

What is never learned is how the war was started. No, that is long forgotten, instead what is taught is the murder of family and loved ones. They learn that these enemies are evil that their ways are not theirs and they will kill them if they could.

That is all they learn

That is all I have learned.

Years of war and bloodshed. Songs that were once song to me as a chick, promises of freedom and peace, is all I have left. It is peace that my kind might never know, peace my mother might not know, peace that will never come.

How many generations? How many soldiers fallen? And what for?

All for hatred: the hatred of an enemy without a face. No one knows why this war continues, it just continues until the last of our kinds are slaughtered. It continues till we have avenged the dead. Until we have completely forgotten what peace might be.

How much longer do I have till I meet the fate of my own? Till I meet the blade of the other side? How long do I have left to dream of peace?

Eren Jaeger

Heir to the Avian Throne