[ He was supposed to go home. He'd said his goodbyes to everyone in Zelien (some with smiles, most with tears), turned down a few offers to go to other, better worlds, and stepped through the last rift as he braced himself for impact.
Instead, Eren wakes up slumped against a large archway, the sun glaring in his eyes. Some people eye him strangely— it'd taken far too much effort, but he'd managed to keep his Gear together and the whole crazy belt apparatus wasn't exactly the normal fashion in any other world. But to be fair, neither is anything anyone here is wearing. The architecture is all wrong, the air doesn't feel right, and the nearly electric excitement of the populace does nothing to ease his heart as it pounds against his ribs and in his throat.
They're all talking about the same thing. The Chosen.
It's familiar, and when his watch proves to be absolutely fucking useless, he clings to that; Eren takes off in the direction of the most ostentatious building he can spot (that's where he'd be, right? the castle? he had to be, the obnoxious jerk). And lo and behold, there he is— surrounded by a disappointed, trailing pack of girls. Eren doesn't care. His mouth is dry and his voice fails at first, but he eventually shouts, feet pounding as he runs over. ]
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Instead, Eren wakes up slumped against a large archway, the sun glaring in his eyes. Some people eye him strangely— it'd taken far too much effort, but he'd managed to keep his Gear together and the whole crazy belt apparatus wasn't exactly the normal fashion in any other world. But to be fair, neither is anything anyone here is wearing. The architecture is all wrong, the air doesn't feel right, and the nearly electric excitement of the populace does nothing to ease his heart as it pounds against his ribs and in his throat.
They're all talking about the same thing. The Chosen.
It's familiar, and when his watch proves to be absolutely fucking useless, he clings to that; Eren takes off in the direction of the most ostentatious building he can spot (that's where he'd be, right? the castle? he had to be, the obnoxious jerk). And lo and behold, there he is— surrounded by a disappointed, trailing pack of girls. Eren doesn't care. His mouth is dry and his voice fails at first, but he eventually shouts, feet pounding as he runs over. ]
Zelos—!