Ymir the founder

"I've been in this world for a year now," I thought to myself as I woke up in my bed, no longer sleeping on a rock. Over time, I managed to secure a stable food source and even found some sheep whose wool I used to make a comfortable bed. I also crafted new clothes from the wool, ensuring that I no longer had to wear the same outfit every day.

Heading towards the nearby river, I sought a refreshing bath to start the day. After undressing, I jumped into the cold water, feeling invigorated by its embrace. Once done, I stepped out and used my airbending abilities to dry myself, admiring my reflection in the water. At nine years old, I had gold eyes, caramel-like skin, and slightly long hair that reached the back of my neck. My black hair transitioned into brown towards the ends. Despite the Renaissance and medieval-style clothing prevalent in this world, I opted for modern attire that suited my personal taste, even if it made me stand out.

Lost in my thoughts, I made my way to Historia's place, only to find her engaged in a conversation with a teenager who appeared to be around 16 years old. This girl had long black hair and captivating purple eyes that reminded me of Gojo's eyes from a popular anime.

Approaching them, I greeted Historia in a friendly voice and inquired about the person she was speaking with. She introduced her as Frieda, and after a brief introduction, I extended my hand for a handshake. However, as our hands touched, something strange happened. Suddenly, I found myself in an arid desert under a breathtaking night sky, witnessing a young woman in her early twenties carrying a bucket of sand. Perplexed, I asked her about our location, but all I could hear was her voice saying one thing, accompanied by a tear rolling down her cheek.

In an instant, I was back in the real world, still holding Frieda's hand. I politely let go, acknowledging the odd experience. Frieda expressed her pleasure in meeting me and mentioned that Historia had spoken highly of me. Thanking her for the praise, I noticed Historia pouting, feeling left out.

", you truly are special. Look at the mess you've made my sister," Frieda said, referring to Historia.

"Sister? Since when?" I asked, bewildered.

"I consider her my sister, so you can call me sister-in-law from now on," she informed me.

Speechless, I observed Historia, who remained in the corner, blushing and hiding behind Frieda. After the surreal encounter, we played together for a while. As Frieda prepared to leave, she gently placed her forehead against mine, leaving me with an unsettling feeling. After a few seconds, she repeated the gesture with Historia before departing.

Historia remained unconscious for about three minutes before waking up, her memory seemingly wiped clean. Confused, she asked when I had arrived, oblivious to our playtime with Frieda.

"I've been here for a while. We played together, and someone else was here with us," I explained.

"That sounds like fun, but I have no memory of it," she admitted, scratching her head.

"Rest for now," I suggested, helping her back to her house and laying her down.

"Get some sleep. Promise me you'll come back tomorrow. I have something I want to give you," she requested.

"I promise," I assured her, watching as she drifted off to sleep.

As I walked back home, the words of the first Titan shifter echoed in my mind, repeating incessantly. "Forgive me." The meaning behind those words haunted me, leaving me with a sense of unease and countless questions.

A/N the story came a bit late because my sister was saying some sus shit in my ears. example

Even having a dick in his titan form, in that shit distracted me.