Hello! In all honesty, I wasn't expecting many views, seeing as I've written the first crossover fic for this genre, and to be honest Dragon Crisis doesn't have many in general (The number might go up, but it didn't when I posted the story). So to that one person who read my story, thanks! I hope that this gets more views in the future and that people enjoy it!

Chapter 2

In Which Eren Wants to Join the Scouts

Eren frowned in his sleep. He was having a nightmare. Dogs were barking, and people were staring, terrified, up at the sky, where a giant hand was. He watched Titans break into the town, and the scene flashed to his mother, unconscious and bloody, being eaten.

Then something shook him and he snapped awake. "Eren. Eren, are you alright?"

Eren glanced at his human sister, "Yeah, why?" He sat up with a yawn.

"You were crying in your sleep."

Eren reached up under his eyes and gave a horrified glance at a tear. "Huh?"

"Were you having a nightmare?" She asked, frowning. She knew elves could possess foresight, perhaps he inherited it from his father and saw something traumatic?

"I have no idea." He replied with a shrug.

"We should get back." Mikassa told him, "It's getting late."

With a bit of guilt, he realized he'd been sleeping for hours and that Mikassa had done all the work; though he was clearly the stronger of the two. "You should have woken me up."

She didn't reply. "You seemed to be sleeping peacefully, up until a few seconds ago."

"Still, it's not okay for me to just fall asleep and make you do all the work."

"You're a dragon. It's in your instincts."

"Just wake me up next time." He muttered.

She didn't respond. He knew she wouldn't.

His mom was going to have his head when he got home.

He picked up one of the bundles of sticks and followed Mikassa down the hill.

As they passed through the town gates, a guard named Hannes walked up to them. "Hey, Eren, have you been crying?"

"No!" He snapped. Then he caught the scent of alcohol on the air and saw the flush on Hanne's face. "You're drinking?"

"Hey, it's hot out here. We need cool drinks. I can't help it if a little booze makes its way into the drinks."

'How are you supposed to fight like that?" Eren interrogated. "If Titans broke through the walls right now, how would you fight them."

"Whoa there, you can't just fight Titans." The human replied.

"You mean you're not prepared to fight them at all!?"

There was a laugh in the background. A Naga coiled up by a werewolf and a human with mugs full of alcohol turned his way. "Hey kid!" He hissed, "You look like you could use a drink yersssself!"

Eren growled at him. Mikassa held him back. They stormed past the group furiously. Then the bell rang.

Eren sniffed at the air and wrinkled his nose. "The Scouts are back… but it was a bad one. There's a lot more blood than usual."

Mikassa frowned as he went to watch them come back anyways. "Eren… let's just go home. You said it yourself. It was a bad one. We shouldn't see this."

"I've seen blood before." Eren replied.

Oh, Mikassa knew that well; very well. She had seen quite a bit of blood too.

She followed him to the crowd of people.

"Damn! I can't see!" Eren leapt up onto a crate to get a better view, and Mikassa stood next to him with a grave expression.

He watched them ride in. He wasn't smiling with hero-worship. Not this time. This time he was concerned.

In the lead was the commander, an old German Shepherd Inu as he rode in his horse. Others followed. Eren took in the scents as always.

There were inus, nekos, humans, emus, a naga, and even a few vampires and werewolves. He could also smell that one centaur in the middle of the group. He was likely just support, seeing as he couldn't actually kill a titan and that he was animal enough they ignored his kind; though they were normally reclusive and few in numbers. The main force, however, was made up of humans and elves.

There were no dragons in the scouts. Dragons hardly ever stuck around inside the walls once they matured enough to transform. As soon as they did, they flew away to live outside of the walls, sometimes returning to lay eggs or to raise children that couldn't yet transform.

They weren't too concerned about human affairs. Eren's own mother had stayed to be with her childhood friend and now husband. If Grisha were to die, She would likely simply raise Eren until he woke his powers and could defend himself, then leave like all dragons did. It was instinct, and it was their way of life. After all, a dragon who doesn't learn to take care of themselves isn't much of a dragon at all.

So that was one reason that Eren decided he'd be the first dragon in the Scouts. Once he woke his powers, he could sprout wings. He wouldn't need the 3DM gear like the humans and other non-flying members of his society did.

He wanted to see the outside badly. Of course he did, it was the same wanderlust that all young dragons felt; the ones that drove them away from home to make lives for themselves.

But he wanted to help the human race come with him. He wanted to free everybody.

No way would he leave Armin and Mikassa behind. No way would he leave his elven father behind the walls.

His heart dimmed when the injured proceeded through.

Most were badly. There were bandages, and the reek of blood and pain was overwhelming. There was an emu limping along, one of her wings gone and the other one creating a gruesome dead weight on the other side, causing her to stagger in her unbalanced state.

A human man seemed to be missing his eye.

An old woman ran forwards. "Moses! Moses! Had anyone seen my son?"

The commander stopped by her. "You're Moses's mother?"

She nodded. "Where is he? Is he okay?"

"Bring it."

The scent of death wafted into Eren's nostrils. Something dead was approaching.

A man approached with a bundle and handed it to her, a grave look on his face.

"It was all we could recover."

Eren stared in shock as she unwrapped the thing that he could smell rotting from across the street and screamed.

It was her son's arm, or just an arm.

She collapsed crying.

It would have been less cruel to just say he was devoured. They just made it worse, giving her the arm.

She looked up, a look of anger on her face. "Was he useful?"

They recoiled.

"He always wanted to help humanity venture outside of the walls… to free humanity! So tell me, did he help humanity!? Was his sacrifice at least beneficial to mankind!?"

"Yes, of cou…" Then he broke off. "No."

She recoiled.

"NO!" He shouted. "HIS SACRIFICE MEANT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! ALL OF THOSE YEARS OF EXPEDITIONS AND ALL OF THOSE DEATHS… AND WE HAVE ACCOMPLISHED ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! WE STILL KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THEM! WE'RE JUST GOING OUT TO BE SLAUGHTERED!"

"Commander!" A man cried. They quickly restrained him and moved on as people went into shock. Eren gaped at him.

A mental breakdown? Maybe he finally lost it?

Of course the scouts were accomplishing something! At least, they were going out and doing something instead of sitting around in the walls and waiting to be eaten!

The crowd began to disperse.

"Heh. What a waste of tax money. All they do is waste it so they can go out and become Titan chow."

Eren promptly grabbed a stick and barely remembered to hold back a bit of his strength before he slammed it down a 'little bit' harder than a grown human male could.

"YOOOOOW!" He fell over, clutching at his head. "YOU BRAT!"

Mikassa grabbed him and dragged him away before he could do anything else, the man clutching a growing lump on his forehead in clear pain.

Mikassa stormed away and threw him at a wall, hard enough to scatter the wooden stick on his back. "Mikassa! What was that for!? Look at all the wood!" He snapped.

"Have you given up on joining the Survey Corps?" Mikassa asked.

"Huh? Have you lost your mind?" Eren asked, fangs flashing a bit aggressively.

She didn't reply, simply picking up sticks alongside him and loading them back into their holder.

Eren slung them across his back once more and they continued home. When they arrived, Eren dumped both is and Mikassa's wood into their storage area.

"Wow. You brought in a lot today."

"Yeah." Eren replied.

There was a pause and Eren heard his mother approaching. Then she pinched the edge of his pointed ear. "OWW!"

"Your left eartip turns red when you lie, Eren." She reprimanded. "Did you fall asleep and make Mikassa do all the work again?"

He frowned. "Mom!"

She sighed. "Anyways, come here. I made lunch for you." She smiled a bit.

As they were eating, Mikassa spoke up. "Eren wants to join the Scouts."

"MIKASSA!"

Carula, the dragoness, hissed in shock. "What!? Eren, please tell me you're not serious! Why would you join the scouts!? There's just blood and death for you there! If it's the outside you want to see, then wait until you sprout your wings and I'll take you flying out there myself! If you join the Scouts you'll likely die!"

He hissed. "So? I want to see what's out there… but I want Mikassa and Armin and everybody else to be able to see it too without having to be afraid that they'll be killed the second they step out there!"

"Then when you can shift, take them out there with you! I refuse to let my hatchling join the Survey Corps!" She turned to her husband, who was walking through the halls. "Talk some sense into your son!"

He turned to Eren. "Why is it so important to you?"

"Because all the races in the walls were originally free out there, and they all want to go back to their homelands. They all want to see what's out there for themselves! I want to help them."

"Then it can't be helped."

"WHAT!?" The dragoness's wings flared angrily behind her. She was a Red Dragon, an aggressive, fire-wielding dragon, and if Eren's mark hadn't said otherwise, it would be what he ended up being as well.

"You know how dragons get over the people you're protective of." He smiled at his wife. "Just look at you. As soon as Eren gets his abilities, he'll definitely be too strong for a Titan to get to. Eren," He called, holding up a key, "When I come back, I'll show you the basement I've been keeping a secret from you for so long."

"Really!?" He grinned excitedly.

"Really." Grisha smiled. Then he left the house. "I need to catch my boat now. I'll see you in a few days."

Eren trotted out to watch him leave, and Carula followed him.

"Eren, I forbid this nonsense about you joining the scouts."

He turned and snapped at her. "As if you could stop me! I'll do whatever the hell I want with my life! I won't just sit around here with everyone else waiting for the Titans to just come in and eat us! You can do whatever you want with yourself!" Eren promptly turned on his heel and ran.

"Mikassa, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid or hurt himself. Or both." Carula sighed, knowing Mikassa would do so.

The human girl jogged after her adoptive brother, away from the house of inhumans.

Carula sighed when she saw them vanish around a corner. "Where did I go wrong with him?"