Disclaimer: I don't own Jane and the Dragon.
Why am I doing this? Better question is, why not, seeing as Dragon's past is one big barrel of possibilities to explore, especially from the scraps of what I've heard floating around.
Problem being, updates may be spotty, but seeing as this is a story/ drabble collection which I'm just going to follow and see where it leads, I don't think that will be too big of a problem. If I get any readers, great! Just be sure to leave a review, so I know if there are any issues with my set-up, or even if there is something you would like to see, let me know and I'll see if I can tackle it.
And, as a small note, I'm going to try to keep this mostly chronological, so Dragon will start out as a hatchling and work his way up to the boisterous reptile we all know him to be. Any bits that are out of place will be noted. Thank you all!
Seeing:
There had been no one else in the cave, though there were all kinds of interesting smells all around when he gamboled through the back part of the stone antechamber that led to the outside. At first, he stayed away from the outside. It was too big, to bright, and occasionally, too loud. It frightened him, in a sense, the multitude a bit too overwhelming for his young mind to digest.
However, after a while, a strange feeling began to blossom in his stomach. He wanted something, but had no idea what it was he wanted. Maybe the answer was outside?
After a while of hanging between fear and hunger, the baby dragon stepped shakily out onto the outcrop of rock outside, ready to jump back to the safety of the cave if need be. But, while it was almost painfully bright, nothing tried to attack him, something that made him bolder. Stumbling to the edge, his eyes widened as they caught sight of the world spread out below him, with green and grey and blues all put together like some sort of vast painting. The baby dragon chirped, surveying the scene with the innocent wonder only a child could have. And with his eyes, he could see better than most other living things could from his perch.
It was almost as though he were some sort of sentinel, looking down on the rest of the world as they moved through their daily lives.