Attack on Dragons

Chapter one

Eren Yeager stood stunned as the large red dragon pulled his mother from under the rubble of the house he grew up in. His adopted sister was pulling at his arm, hoping he would run.

He did not budge. He watched as the dragon bit her in half. He watched the blood spray over the flames below. Eren pulled away from his sister and ran forward.

"Hey! HEY LIZARD BRAIN!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. It paid no mind to him. He growled and ran towards its feet, ignoring the flames. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a sword, it was glowing red with heat.

He grabbed the sword and swung at the dragon. A sizeable cut was sliced into its leg. Now it noticed him. It turned its bloodied face towards Eren, his mother, or what remains of her, hanging from its jaws.

His muscles went numb. He wasn't prepared for this. He stood, frozen with fear. He was suddenly able to hear his sisters yelling at him to get away, to run.

But he didn't move. He couldn't.

The dragon swallowed what was left of his mother and spread its wings. Its jaw opened and Eren could see a small flame rise from the back of its throat.

His sister screamed and the fire engulfed Eren. It was hot. Too hot. But it didn't burn. For the first time he noticed, that the sword didn't burn his hands, he couldn't be burnt!

A devilish smirk pulled across his face as his clothes burnt away and the sword heated to amazing temperatures in his hands. He launched his body forward and stabbed the weapon into the dragons skull.

The jaw closed and Eren felt the flames stop. His sister ran forward and hugged him. "H-how are you ok?" She asked. "I-I d-don't kn-know..." Eren stuttered, the cold was getting to his now nude body.

She pulled off her scarf and wrapped it around his shoulders. "Thank you Mikasa." He said in a hushed whisper.

Eren felt a sharp pain up his right arm. "Gaaah" he said clutching his arm. "Erens whats wrong?" Mikasa asked, a hint of worry in her normally monotone voice.

"M-my ar-rgghh" he crumpled to the ground, the pain was unbearable. Mikasa kneeled next to him and pulled his arm away feom him.

The skin was rough and she could see something pulsed through his veins, it made its way slowly up his arm. She frowned, her adopted father was a doctor of sorts but he never taught her anything about this sort of healing.

It continued up his arm and suddenly stopped. The pain was still there but it barely felt like anything had occured.

He held his arm up to the pale moonlight so he could get a better look. He noticed his fingertips had covered themselves in dragon scales.

"Mikasa what is this?" He asked his sister, worried. "I don't know Eren... But it can't be good." The two gave each other worried looks.

To break the tension Eren spoke "M-Moms gone... Isn't she?" He said in a hoarse whisper. Mikasa nodded. "I'll kill them..." Mikasa looked at him "what?" Eren balled his fists and felt a tinge of pain.

"I'll kill them, those bastards. They took Mom from me. I-I'll kill them Mikasa. All of them!" His face showcased pure rage. Mikasas mouth was left agape for a moment before she closed it and nodded "I'm with you then Eren, till the end"

The two wandered away from their ruined home, till coming upon another village. For years they worked together, training to kill dragons.

Along their way they met many allies. First was a mage goibg by the name of Armin Arlert, he was looking to avenge his grandfather, who care for him since his parents died.

Then came Jean Kirstien, a soldier just looking to have his name written down in legend. He came with a squire named Marco Bodt. The two worked as a pair stunningly, Jean would get mad and Marco had this way of calming him.

Then there was Connie Springer, though he was a fool, he wished to prove himself to his family who believe he was too scrawny to do anything at all.

Their latest companion was Sasha Braus, an expert tracker who was kicked out of her home village for eating too much.

Today was the day the group would receive their first quest. They sat round a table and drank non-alcoholic drinks, as they were hoping to go into their first mission sober.

Out of the corner of his eye Marco spotted a woman with wavy cream coloured hair and a man with a bowl cut hair cut going around and showing a picture to people in the tavern, their expressions held a distressed look.

"I think they need some help." He said to the others. They all glanced over at the pair, but when the cream haired girl noticed, they averted their gaze.

She tapped her companion and lead him to their table. "Sorry to bother you but we're looking for a friend, and we're willing to hire someone to find her." The bowl cut man put a drawing on the table.

It was of a woman, in the drawing her hair was pulled into a messy bun, while some of her bangs hung over her face. A name on the bottom read "Annie Leonhardt".

"What are your names?" Mikasa asked the pair. The cream coloured girl spoke "I'm Hitch and he's Marlow. We work down at the bakery with our friend here, but two years ago she disappeared right when a dragon attacked."

"Two years? Sorry to burst your bubble but she's probably long gone how do you know she wasn-" Jean was stopped by Hitch "Annie's strong, there's no way she was killed. Just find her ok? We can pay you good money." Marlow placed a large bag of gold coins on the table.

"Agreed!" Jean says and is about to shake Marlows hand to make it official. "Wait." Armin says, stopping them. "How do we know this quest is even completable? What are we going to do if we can't find her." Armin left them all stunned.

"Then we're just wasting our time." The others shifted, then Connie spoke up "well yeah but we've got the best tracker!" He said slapping Sasha on the back. "Yeah!" Jean yelled and shook.