The end of it all. The beginning of the end.

Days are spent training. This is worse than the Garrison, at least the Garrisson had modern day rules and ammenities.

The castle, was well, a castle. Medieval as it gets. Eren is trained elsewhere, as to prevent casualties before the war even starts. The rest of us train. And train. And train. We practice flanking, cutting, and all these techniques that ensure survival. We practice how to keep our emotions in check, we are taught how to avoid slip-ups. And we are taught to not mourn. If one of us were to fall, we fight for them, we no longer greive outwardly. We curse the Titans and scream until our lungs bleed. We do all of this where no one can hear. We scream in our minds.

The war hasn't even started yet. But the way we practice, the war's been going on for a long time. Everyone trains like it could be their last session. We no longer use wooden knives. We use the real things, almost daily, people are patched up, bleeding from stab wounds. But the exterior pain no longer hurts. Its the emotional trauma that hurts the most.

Earlier, we trained with Eren, some didn't even show up. But I, and the rest of Team Voltron, we show up, years of Garisson training, and of flying Voltron, we stand together with those who did show.

It begins. The training session begins. Eren transforms, and the rest of the regiment follows behind. The idea is to let Eren fight, while the rest of us protect him.

Every time we do this, this plan called TRANSFORM-ET, meaning, Eren's transformation and Eradicate Titans. Every time we practice, the recruits you can see them lose their innocence, you can see the resolve setting in. You see them become killers. Weapons for the human race. It was the last training session before we went over the wall.

Now, we prepare for the fight of our lives. Whether it be the last fight or not.

I end up as one of the riders flanking Eren. In front of me, the gate opens. Behind me, I hear a sob. Me? I just sit on my horse, and wait.

The gate finally opens.

The order is given and we ride out. We ride for what seems like days. I lose feeling in my body from the waist down. I can barely tell my horse to go faster, my legs are just there. Until finally, the order to rest is given. Which also coincides with the next part of the plan. The part that will cause the Titans to be eradicated once and for all.

And the beginning of the end of the Titans begins. Eren transforms, and begins to rampage. There of those if us who protect Eren, and those who protect those of us who are protecting Eren. It sounds weird, but it works.

And finally, the battle ends. Not all of us made it, but the Titans were eradicated. We thought were going home victorious.

We finally made it home. Everyone was celebrating, having fun. But I realize Armin, Mikasa, and Eren are nowhere to be found.

I get up and find a closed door. [Trigger Warning Ahead, Suicide, I'm not sure if im doing this right, but better safe than sorry,

I open the door and find Eren's body hanging from the ceiling. Armin's and Mikasa's bodies hanging besides his. I spy a note.

Pidge, if you are reading this, it means I am no longer living. I told myself I would kill every last Titan. I didn't realize untik now, that would include ending my own life. Now, I don't want you to be sad or angry, just honor me- if anyone makes you mad, fight them. I hope that Armin and Mikasa don't do anything rash, writing this, I realize they pratcially do what I do. Now, your journal, I may be impetuous, but I'm not blind. Tell our story, honor us. I know by the time you get home, this world, my world will have faded into distant memory. I ask that you tell our story. And if Mikasa and Armin are still with the living, tell them if they follow me, I will come back, and make them wish they were still alive. The higher part of me knows they probably followed me. So please don't feel sad. Honor us, tell our story.

I look up from the note, and I realize there is water on my cheeks. I want to scream, punch something, anything to release this turmoil. But, that is not to be. I have work to be done.

[Page Break]

Levi took us back to the Castle of Lions. Turns out Coran and Allura just hung out playing games. By now, the whole regiment knows of Eren's death, but still only Levi knows of our true origin. We say our goodbyes, and step onto the ship...

[Present Day]

There are stories of a time so horrible for humans, that we as humans just collectively forgot it. This was the time of the Titans. A time of gore, and loss, death and destruction. But there were people who made it their goal to eradicate the Titans. Captain Levi, humanity's best soldier. Eren Jeager, the key to saving humanity. Mikasa Ackermann, humanity's hope. And Armin Arlerlt, the brains of the operation.

My name is Pidge Gunderson. I am here to fix the mistakes. Recently, new evidence has to come to light that the era of the Titans was not a simple time. It was a time of death, and hope and light, and war. This era ended, when plan TRANSFORM-ET was carried out successfully. And Eren when Eren ended his own life.

This is the story of the era of the Titans. In the year nine-hundred-fifty-four...

AN: I know i know i know. Three months without anything, and the chapter i do upload is the final one. Let me explain, i have been busy, but i did lose my inspriation for this story. That is why it glosses over so many things. I thank all of you who made it this far, and who stuck with me. If you have any questions, i will be glad to answer them.

So since i did gloss over things, i did originally mean for this story to be longer, prolong your emotional agony and all that. But since it is technically finished, i give my permission to use this story as a basis for another story, or if you would have done something differently, write it, I wanna see all the possibilities.

P.S. Im not heartless, i did want to cry writing this chapter. But, if you have any ideas on how I can improve, please review

Until my next story, this is the final goodbye for this story.