Yep. I'm starting another story. Do not worry, I have not abandoned my other one or anything of the sort. I have just found that I have a lot of time on my hands now and I am bored. So I decided: Hell, why the heck not? Anyways, enjoy this new story in which things are very different from the original Cannon. And yes, if you haven't noticed, I like dragons. Don't worry, I'll add other mythical creatures in this one.
Chapter 1
In Which Mikassa Meets A Dragon
Mikassa Ackerman was a normal girl.
She was a normal girl, with normal parents, in a normal home. Her mother was kind and gentile, and her father was supportive and caring.
Of course, she included the fact that they were all human in that 'normal'. She never factored in that maybe they, humans (like flowers in a garden of thorns) could be shredded and ruined so easily.
The little girl pricked her finger with the sewing needle. "Oww! I poked myself!"
Her mother looked over at her and smiled. "You have to be careful with that. Come here."
Mikassa moved over to her mother's side and held out her finger. Her mother gently cleaned it and wrapped it. In the process, she caught a glimpse of her mother's own embroidery. "Aww. I wish I could be as good as you."
She smiled. "It takes a lifetime of practicing. This is a technique passed down through the generations of my family. Since you have my blood, learning should be easy for you."
Mikassa nodded, then frowned. "Mama, where do babies come from?"
The unexpected question nearly caused her to choke. "I think you should ask your father that." She said in a low tone.
He sputtered. "Why me?" The poor man was saved by a knock on the door. "Ah, Doctor Jeager must be here." He walked towards the door.
As Mikassa's mother went back to tending the small wound, there was a scream.
They jumped up and gasped.
Mikassa could only see red. The red of her father's eyes, and the red of blood.
Then her mother had leapt up, grabbing a pair of scissors with a scream. "Mikassa! Mikassa, RUN!"
She couldn't. Her legs wouldn't move. She couldn't stop staring.
Then more blood joined the rest, this time coming from her mother.
They grabbed her and left. Mikassa was too shocked to struggle; hardly even able to breathe through the crushing numbness that filled her.
She was hauled through the woods and taken to a cabin, tied up and gagged, and then left on the floor.
The three men argued about something in the background.
She wasn't sure what anymore.
She couldn't bring herself to think about it.
~o0o~
Grisha walked up to the door, his steps light, like his son's. However, Eren Jeager was a bit more hostile, face slightly covered by his red scarf, a gift from his mother.
"Eren, I want you to be on your best behavior. They have a girl your age, and you don't have to worry, they're human. I trust them."
Eren nodded.
His father was an elf. It was easy for him to read people, but Eren couldn't help it. He'd taken almost completely after his mother, aside from his eyes and ear-shape, which were elven in nature. Ocean-colored eyes and Pointy ears.
Most would mistake him for an elf. That was the hope his parents had for him, seeing as dragons weren't as liked by society. There were usually dead giveaways when it came to his kind; like Eren's own fangs. His mother had yellow reptile eyes and fangs, and was easily spotted because of it. In addition was the dragon's mark; a patch of oddly-shaped scales that grew on the back of a dragon's hand. Eren's was dark forest green in an abstract flame pattern.
He knocked on the door. There was no response. He knocked again.
Something caught Eren's nose, something that had been bothering him the whole walk and was stronger now, and he stiffened. "Dad, I smell blood!"
Grisha Jeager threw open the door.
Laying on the ground were two fresh corpses, one a woman with a huge axe-wound in her head, and the other slumped over with a stab wound.
"Eren, get to the bottom of the hill." Grisha ordered. His son, while old enough to walk and move around, was still too young to access his draconic abilities.
Eren nodded and darted away.
Then, as soon as he was out of sight, he took a deep inhale and looked at the ground, sinking down a bit.
He could still track the men, and he'd been carrying a dagger for self-defense.
It would be enough, if he surprised them.
He found the cabin easily enough, and he knocked on the door, hiding the knife.
A grunt opened it. Eren only smelled two, this one and another, coming from the inside.
"I'm lost." He said, mocking weakness.
The man took in his features and Eren could smell the disgusting greed coming off of him. He could smell the girl they'd taken, inside.
They must have been slavers.
"Well come on in, wouldn't want anything bad to happen to yo…" He choked, and a bit of blood splashed from his mouth. He fell, the knife in his gut.
Eren darted in and tied the knife quickly to a broomstick while another man ran to the doorway.
Eren leapt up, fangs bared, and gave a war cry, stabbing his makeshift spear into his stomach. He spotted a black haired girl tied up on the floor. It was undoubtedly the daughter of the woman he'd seen dead in the house.
He retrieved the knife, wiped it off, and cut her bonds, taking her gag off. "Are you okay?"
"There were three." She squeaked quietly.
His eyes widened at his oversight just as he was flung against the wall, held by the throat. He grabbed the hand, kicking at his captor, fangs bared slightly and choking.
"Did you do this!?" He roared.
Mikassa stood there stunned, looking for an opening.
"You damned elf!" He snarled, then spotted his hand. "No, you WORM! FILTHY DRAGON!"
Eren turned to Mikassa, who was edging towards the knife.
"Fight!" He hissed at her.
She looked up.
"Fight, or you'll lose, and you'll die, or worse!"
She stood up, knife in her hand.
"Fight!"
The man grinned. "Too late for that boy!"
He never saw it coming.
The knife slammed into his back, and he dropped to the floor.
Eren, released, landed on the ground, breathing deep gulps of air. "Thanks."
She said nothing.
"Please… don't tell anyone I'm a dragon." He said. "I won't ask you anything else. Thank you for saving my life."
She was stunned for a moment. After all, he'd saved her life, not the other way around.
"I won't."
He nodded and stood up.
It was hours later when they found themselves outside of the hut. Their stories had been taken by the Military police, and Grisha knelt in front of Eren, horrified.
"Eren, do you have any idea what you've just done?"
He narrowed his eyes. "I disposed of some dangerous animals." He snarled.
He sighed. He would scold his son later. For now, he had a child who had just lost her parents to comfort.
"Mikassa, how are you feeling?" He asked.
She didn't respond.
"I know this is hard on you, and if you need to talk, you can talk to me."
After a moment, Eren noticed her shivering and took off his scarf, wrapping it around her head. "Here. You can stay with us if you want."
Her eyes widened a bit with tears, and she nodded.
Grisha smiled. His son had read his mind on that one.
Mikassa watched them for a moment as they began to walk.
"Come on, we have a room at the inn back in town." Grisha said.
She watched them leave and knew without a doubt that she had to protect Eren.
She would do anything for him.
The young dragon stopped and looked back at her. "You coming?"
She jogged after them.
She would protect him, just like he'd risked his life to save her.