Ymir.

Amir was-no, that isn't right.

'What was my name again?' He was wondering around a deep gorge, feeling his way around the endless ravine.

"How does my narkenbash, just leave like that?" He stumbled on a qereck and nearly tripped.

"My name, what is my name?" He felt his history warp, "No, I definitely didn't pass out when he handed me the lady's necrotic toe." His stomach turned and he shuttered, "Eat breakfast before clinical...."

It was slipping away like a receding shoreline.

For a while, he just stopped.

"Arente, veibar. Satti bergbvi. Ah, nebat matto." His head was hurting.

"Neveio, barkicson mient narkenbash." He felt like his head would split like Zeus' when he gave birth.

"Wait." He suddenly felt whole, the tide was returning. The thoughts and feelings were washing over him.

"I am a Frost Giant? Of sioir." His brain was frying, but he knew he was not human. The knowledge being returned to him was not unchanged.

"Em, Ymir." He smiled and closed his eyes.

'The knowledge is a little lacking, but it is better than nothing I guess.' He could feel the calmness wash over him, the process was ending like before.

'I am Ymir.' He felt the current of thought take him down a path.

A vivid scene flashed before his eyes, "What on earth..." the scene was awe inspiring, a MASSIVE giant was forming out of pure ice.

It was being created as the countless chunks fell around it. It almost looked like a God standing from the ruins of a mountain.

It turned to him, "Boy. Fear not. Greatness is within you as it is within all Giants." It nodded sagely and strode around him like a glacier.

"You must do you best to conquer your fear and fight for your homeland. Giants are great but too few in number I'm afraid." The giant figure of ice was...spewing nationalism?

'Uh, is this propaganda?' He noticed as the Giant picked up a flag from no where.

'That is the symbol on mom's crown?' He was so confused.

"This flag is flown by the Queen of Giants, Ilse Frostborne, your ruler." He droned on about fealty, or something.

The Giant "God" was waving the flag around quite aggressively and attempting to sing, emphasis on attempting.

'Can I skip this cut-scene? What the heck is happening?'

The Icecream man pulled out another flag, "This is the symbol of the Council of Elders."

Ymir yelled out, "Yeah, I already met those bitch boys.....sorry mama."

The Giant stopped, "YOU DARE SPEAK TO YOUR BETTERS LIKE THAT, BOY?!" The ice was trembling in rage. So, he thought it would be best to play it COOL and stay silent, 'Don't wanna' get detention on the first day afterall.'

The Giant was glaring and continued, "As I was saying, the history of the fifth alliance is positively riveting. The number of back stabs and betrayals still ranks as the highest in ANY civilized culture. Even higher than the dark elves!" The sheer pride he could see on the man's face was too much.

He shook his head, this was the worst Ted talk ever. 'Giant 101, please end soon because it's not like I have ANY FRAME OF REFERENCE!!!'

He sighed.

"Are all Giants like this?" He asked the grandp-GOD-like Giant Icicle.

He pushed his newly added bifocals up and nodded, "The Giant culture is very deep and complex. We enjoy bloodshed, war, duels, tournaments, and many calmer jobs, such as monster hunting."

"Very deep, riiiiiiiight, riiiiiiiight." He wondered for a moment then asked, "How can I understand you?" The Giant was regaining his place in a huge book, "Ah, you underwent the Rite of Tongue previously, as is tradition. Giants can take many years to teach how to speak but there is War to be waged. No warrior has time to teach their son or daughter to speak." He smiled wide as if it was an obvious answer to a Giant.

"Yeah, I could see why you would open with the whole "attempt on your life" thing now." He nodded, 'F@cking idiots, the lot of them.'

The Giant nodded and missed all of the sarcasm, "Do you know how you fared on the Rite of War?"

He shrugged, "How would I know?" The Giant turned a page and pointed at a huge picture.

"Here is the Black Orb. This is the worst grade. You should prepare for a hard life if you have received this grading. The next is Red, not much better, but you are considered to be strong enough to do labor for the clans. After that is Orange, a basic warrior. The majority of Giants are Red and Orange. The difference is that Orange rating is indicative of potential in combat proficiency." He stopped.

"None of those match." He sighed, this was cool, but why couldn't he just get the knowledge through a jade slip like in the stories. No, he got a crazy religious dude who saw himself as a god, clearly he got shafted.

The Giant nodded, "Yellow is a true warrior class. Then Green. Are you above green?" He squinted in a tinge of fear but noticed no change on the boy's face.

"I am not sure what my color was..." he muttered, "Ahahaha, I see. I see. You are colorblind." the Giant was laughing, "Do not worry, this is a common affliction for our people."

Ymir wanted to cut him off but decided it was better to ask someone he could trust.

He smiled and nodded along.

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The environment shifted after a few hours and they were suddenly in a classroom. 'It seems...normal? Like, NORMAL NORMAL.' He looked around confused at the similarity to his 3rd grade math class.

The Giant walked in, completely different from any he had seen today and nodded, "Excellent mental space." He placed his hand down and noticed there was a layer of dust on the desk, "A little unused, eh?" He smiled and placed a piece of parchment in front of him.

"Please write an essay on Giant History." He placed a phallic like object in Ymir's hand, it felt like it was wiggling, but it clearly wasn't moving in his hand.

'It feels like the pen is moving on its own?'

He closed his eyes and let his mind drift off. Suddenly his hand began to jot in golden ink, [The History of Giants; Ymir Frostborne-Firemane. Prince of Giants. Heir of the Firemane Clan. First of his Kind.]

What followed was a basic b*tch accounting of barely interesting events, half-arsed analysis, and defense of the state propaganda. 'Gotta' keep the "ELDERS" happy, clearly.' Too many Royal families had disappeared after disagreeing with them.

He noticed the man reading as he let his thoughts flow and saw an impressed face at the end.

"A near perfect recounting of the basics, my job is done." The man closed his book and the world went black, then instantly his eyes opened.

He felt the drool that had crusted all over his face and noticed a person cleaning around him, "Hello?" he whispered softly.

The small girl was clearly confused as she froze and muttered, "H-h-how?" Ymir noticed he could understand her, "I UNDERSTAND YOU!" He climbed out of his hammock instantly and walked over to her quickly, "Ah, wait!" he noticed that she began to run as wind blasted the room. He could barely make out her figure sprinting in the distance.

"Strange girl..."