For those who clicked on this fic, even though you accidentally clicked on it or whatever, please give this a chance! I know a lot of people(including me, yes) are not quite fond of OC fanfictions, because they seem tohave Mary-sues or a perfect personality or both(i think they're the same thing wellscrewthat) Anyway! If you would made it to chapter four and still thinks that this doesn't suite your taste you could just press the x button on top, at least you gave it a chance! And I'll be ever so grateful.

-The Sadness Behind The Raven-

~Chapter 1:The star that never twinkled again~

"No! Hey! Give it back!" Lillaine cried as she tried to snatch back the most precious thing she ever had. She was confronted by a local bully, having her body beaten ferociously by continuos punches. Patches of blue and purple were seen all over her body, even her rugged top and pants were stained with small visible dots of blood.

"The Wings Of Freedom" her father always told her. One day, someday, she will truly find a place in the world. Someday, she'll grow up to be big and strong. Someday, she will be free. Carrying a backpack, she will venture the world outside these thick walls, exploring every inch of this mysterious universe she lives in.

"No! " Lillaine recalled her mother who snapped angrily at her, for desiring to enter the Scouting Legion which she admired the most. "But..."

*slap!

Young Lillaine cupped her right cheek in her pink palm, breathing in fast and shallow breaths to prevent the inevitable tears from trailing down her cheek. She gritted her teeth, hung her head down as she clenched her fists tightly.

"Don't you think loosing your father and brother was enough?"

Lillaine lifted up her head and peered at her mother through those tearish violet irises of hers. A tsunami of guilt washed through her veins, silently choking her as she watched her loving mother break down in tears. In a flash she held her mother in her small arms, sobbing along in the same sadness that overflowed inside them. It was the most painful sorrow that you could ever endure- loosing your own family.

"Nuh uh," the bully spat in the raven-haired girl's face and bolted out of the dark alleyway, leaving her beside the malodorous heap of trash, heavily bruised. It wasn't the first time that she was in this state. As a useless street rat, Lillaine stole from groceries, pharmacies and stalls in the dead of the night. If she was lucky, she would arrive home safely with the goods in her hands, carefully wrapped up in a white cloth and clutched tightly to her chest. On the unlucky side, she would always end up in bruises, sometimes even a few cracked ribs. She was small. She was weak. She couldn't fight. She had nothing to do but run.

Slowly lifting her self onto her feet without exerting any pressure on her wounds, she wobbled out of the alleyway. Turning a sharp left towards her home.

Pushing apart the already cracked mahogany door, she stepped inside the living room, grasping the medicine bottle that she hidden ever so perfectly in her hands.

"Mum, I'm home. I've brought you medicine."

Lillaine poured a cup of water and headed towards the bedroom. Despite the crumbling state of the old house, she had always made sure to keep everything spick and span. Mother hates filth. She sat by the feeble woman lying on the old bed, with only chest movement to proof that she's alive.

"Mother. Please don't leave me. Everybody has left me. First it's Father. Then it's Leonix. Now you're going to leave me too." Lillaine resisted her tears and opened her mother's mouth, feeding her the meds that she had stole. After ensuring that her mother took in the meds, she placed a kiss on the woman's forehead and retreated to her room.

Dad. I'm sorry. Somebody stole the pendant you gave me. The last gift that you had ever given me.

Lillaine cupped her palms together and sobbed silently. She was always alone. She had no friends. Now, she'll be loosing her last family.

"Leonix! Come here!" Lillaine urged her baby brother to crawl, using a straw dummy as a 'bait'. The toddler cocked his head for a moment, but then kistening to his sister's words, crawling towards the dummy. "That's great Leon! Now here!" she carried the dummy away and placed it further from her brother, watching as the cute little brunet crawled towards the toy.

"Oh my, look at them George," her mother paused from her chores and glanced lovingly at her children.

"Aye, little Leon has begun crawling ey? Lemme tinker a bit of something for our sweet little angels." Their father looked up from his paperwork. As busy as he is, he wouldn't miss a second to spend time with his family. To him, they were the blessing of God himself. "Lilly, com'ere a sec would ya?"

"Yes father! Aww, you got it Leonix! Now it's yours!" she patted her baby brother on the head and trotted to her father's side.

"Here ya go!" George placed a certain item in Lillaine's palms and closed them, causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"What is it father?" The item felt chilly, somekind of metal, she thought. Slowly, Lillaine lifted her fingers to reveal the gift.

It was a pendant, with black and white wings carved into the silver. In the back there was a pentagon, symbolising the freedom of mankind.

George gazed lovingly at her daughter and placed a soft kiss on her forehead as he shifted her even bangs. "This, Lilly, are The Wings of Freedom." he made a gesture and lifted his daughter's arms up high. "Someday, when father retires from his job, we'll go outside these walls. We'll go to the ocean!" he watched as Lillaine's violet eyes sparked with enthusiasm. "With you," he embraced her in his arms, "Mother and Leonix."

"It's a promise then father!"

BUT. The day never came.

"George! We need to retreat! There are too many of them!"

"No! What about Alex? He's still alive, we need to save him!"

"We have to leave him! It's our only choice! Our wing has almost been wiped out! We need to go back!"

"No!" The raven-haired soldier with the winged cape hook himself onto the 15-meter class, cruelly slashing the chunk of flesh off the nape of the neck. He landed beside the soldier which was lying lifelessly in the pool of thick blood, battling his eyelids with a terribly severed skull.

"Alex, we have to go! Quick!"

"J-just leave me be...you still have your wife and your angels..."

"I won't!"

Without a second thought, George swung his injured comrade over his broad shoulder, firing his grappling hooks as fast as he can as he struggled to maintain his balance. "Mary's waiting for you. Don't close your eyes now!"

Rrrrrraaaaaaarrwwggghhh!

A small distance behind them, a 7-meter class was in view, running on its hideous legs as it aimed at its preys.

"Shit! Deviant!"

The soldier glanced around his surroundings. He had to end this, or the deviant will reach its comrades. It's too fast! I'll have to place Alex someplace safe, but how?

Ah...there!

George spotted a series of branches and leaves which clumped together, admist the trees, suitable to use as a restplace. He could swiftly place his comrade there, and settle the rampaging titan before anybody else gets hurt. He's their leader after all.

"Stay here until the reinforcements come." he placed the soldier gently down the soft leaves, drawing out his blades and engaged the deviant. George shoot a grapple onto a tree and pulled himself towards it, drawing the titan's attention. In a flash, he dodged the incoming hand as he shoot another grapple onto the canopy, spinned a few rounds before charging down at the titans nape.

SPLAT!

"Eh?"

The giant creature grabbed the soldier, successful in its attempt to crush his body.

"No..." he bloodily cut off the humongous hand that was engulfing him and fired another grapple behind the titan as he struggled to reserve his conciousness.

A lot of thoughts flew through his brain at once. His wife. His precious daughter and son. His comrades which he had failed to rescue. His life with them before they went on this suicidal expedition. Is this what one sees when they're about to end their life?

"Now...die!" with the last of his strength, he cut off the titans nape, falling beside it as the creature landed on the earth with a loud thud.

"Corrine...Lillaine...Leonix...may you three live on happily..." Those were his last words.

"Ah! The Scouting Legion is back! Come on! Let's go find your father!" Corrine urged her two children as she put away her apron.

What is this...feeling...

Lillaince clenched the pendant around her neck tightly, flinching at the sudden chill that went down her spine. "Yeah, coming!"

The mother entertwined the children's hands in hers, humming a peaceful tune as they trotted towards the crowd that gathered at the gate. Like always, Lillaine hopped onto a stack of boxes as it was easier to get a better view. Usually she would be estatic as The Scouting Legion retuned from their expeditions, but now, she wasn't in the slightest mood.

She focused her gaze at the gate as it was slowly lifted up. The head, Commander Irvin appeared as he trotted on his white stallion. He was followed by several soldiers who were stained in blood, covered in bandages, each and every one of them wore sullen expressions, hanging their head down in utter guilt.

Strange. Father used to be riding behind the commander, but where is he?

"Ummm...where's my husband?" Corrine stopped in the middle of the paveway. The commander's head hung low. His face was saturnine and glum, accompanied by the flash of guilt hidden in his tired blue eyes. Sensing that something's wrong, Lillaine jumped down from the boxes and clung onto her apalled mother. She held tight onto her brother as well, bracing herself for the worst.

"Bring in George."

What? No!

Lillaine quickly covered her hand over her brother's eyes, her mouth gaped open as she witnessed the barbarous scene before her. Her father's lower body has been completely crushed, his green cape and white uniform was now drenched in a deep maroon.

"I'm sorry. George Skyhaven has done a great deed for humanity. He has not died in vain." the commander spoke in a stern tone. "He sacrificed himself greatly for the sake of his comrades. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't be standing here."

Lillaine couldn't resist the overwhelming emotions that flew through her and immediately broke down into tears. She took her brother in her arms and hugged him tightly, Leonix who has sensed the lamentable atmosphere around him, began breaking into soft whimpers as well.

"George..." Their mother caressed through his hair, staring blankly into the man's deceased eyes as she let her tears drip onto his corpse. "You said that we'll be together forever...do you remember?" she touched his cold face. "Don't worry...I'll be coming soon..."

The brown-haired woman collapsed in the middle of the crowd, with her two children crying loudly and shaking their fallen mother.

From that day onwards, their family was always silent. Everything they did, they showed no emotions on their features. Their family was parted, dreams were shattered. Even in the dead of the night, Lillaine heard her mother weep harshly as she peered through a crack in her bedroom wall.

Not long after, Corrine was dianogsed with a horrible illness. With nobody to take care of the two children, they did the most illegal act possible, stealing and selling drugs for money. It was the most unforgettable crime that Lillaine had ever commited, having seen Leonix die in front her own eyes as he was shot down by the raging drunk addict. Hurriedly she picked up her brother and dashed away, pressing a thick fabric on his chest to stop the intense blood flow. Her efforts was futile. With one last touch on his sister's tender cheeks, he exhaled his last breath, mouthing the words "Live On. Be happy" as he closed his eyelids forever.

Lillaine lifted her head up, her eyes red from all the crying as she recalled everything that happened through her five years of nightmare. She was seventeen by now, her flawless raven-black hair flooded down to her waistline. She rubbed the sweat formed beneath her sticky bangs and stood up, heading to her mom's bedroom to check on her again.

These five years were indeed, her worst ever nightmare. Karma has been behind her since she was born, slowly tearing her and her family members apart, leaving her to suffer alone on this world. There laid her mother, whom she had just tended a while ago, with a knife deeply plunged into her chest, blood staining the sheets, the bed, the floor, the air.

Lillaine Skyhaven dropped onto her knees, crouching lower and lower as if to become one with the stone cold floor.

"It's the titan's fault...It's all their fault..." she cursed white gritting her teeth in extreme rage and betrayal, clenched her fists tightly as screamed as loud as ever into the space.

"I WILL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM...I'LL BANISH THEM FROM THIS WORLD!"

from this second onwards, her objective that would change her life forever has been made-entering The Scouting Legion.

Please review on what you think about this first chapter ;) Until next time!