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THE SUN SHINED OVER HER DEEP GOLDEN SKIN LIKE A WARM BLANKET.

Shiganshina District of Wall Maria was Pariza Al Ghul's home for all of her life. Her life was made up of the sun, grassy fields and soft breezes as all she wanted to do was be free. She wanted freedom so she strived for freedom.

And when you're a child with big dreams, you never expect the horror filled journey you have to go through in order to obtain that freedom.

That was a lesson she learned when Wall Maria fell. She was just a child with big dreams before reality presented itself so harshly. And her golden dreams turned rusted the day her mother and father died saving her.

Her father, Lieutenant Cyrus Al Ghul of the Survey Corp, often left home for his work and would often visit when he could. Which lessened as time went on but he did write to her a lot. Expressing how much he missed and loved his family.

Naisha Al Ghul, her mother, worked as a jewelry maker. Many people in Shiganshina went to her for her unique designs and her soft fabrics. But also, because of how exotic she and Pariza looked.

The Al Ghul family was a very mysterious family. They didn't look like the regular Eldian with fair skin.

They had golden skin, hair as black as the midnight sky and while Naisha and Cyrus had light brown hair, Pariza had light periwinkle blue eyes that seemed to shine brighter than the sky.

People often whispered about them. They couldn't help but stop and stare at the beauty that was Naisha as she would often walk through the streets and markets, basket in arm and holding little Pariza's hand.

The Golden People, they were called. Because they seemed to shine brighter than gold in the sunlight to them.

Eyes would always lay on Naisha and even Pariza. Either in awe or in curiousity.

And Pariza was an enchanting little girl. Her jet black hair reached to her hips in soft curves, parted down the middle in love feathered layers, framing her face. Her eyes were doe shaped but slightly turned upright and bright. Her smile resembled daisies in the spring time. She was a beautiful child and no one could deny that. Not even her parents.

Pariza had a happy childhood. She had loving parents, a stable home and friends who cared for her just as much as she did for them.

Eren, Mikasa and Armin were her only friends when she was a child. And they were her only reminder of what her home used to be before the colossal titan destroyed her dreams. She lost both parents that day.

Cyrus died saving a soldier during the attack and Naisha was killed by the titan. The only good thing that happened during that day was that she did not see them parish. She was with Eren that day. And even though she didn't see her own parent's deaths, she did see Eren's mother die before her.

She remembers that day all too well. And the events still haunt her. As if it were a never ending nightmare.

After the attack, she stayed in the refugee camps like everyone else did until her grandparents, her father's family, came to take her home with them. To Mitras District of Wall Sina. Near the king.

And that would be the last time Pariza saw her friends for a long while until she met them again when she signed up for the Survey Corp's Training Camps. Reuniting the only other family she knew, she fights for humanity all while trying to keep her sanity in line.

She wants to make sure her father's hard work continues and means something. And that's exactly what she'll do.

For Pariza is her father's daughter and she had golden running in her veins just like he did.