*I don't own jane and the dragon or its characters

I should be asleep, but I really wanted to add another chapter to this cute fic. It's one of my favorites, and thought why not. So here is a short chapter to a fic that was originally only a one shot. Who knows, I might add more chapters. Shout out to biscuitweevil, whose comments can brighten anyone's day.


Sometimes, there were messes on the road. During particular rainy seasons, the children jumped in the puddles, earning them scoldings, and stern glares. However, no one could blame the road, and say it was dirty, for it was not a creature of habit, but a being of solitude. Still, the road was never alone, because how can one destroy the work of a lifetime?

"You shortlives better run back before I tell her."

Sometimes, humorous things, and mysterious beings almost crossed the road. For the most part, they avoided.

"You do not want me to come down there." scolded the beast of fire, who had seen more yesterdays then the road would care to admit. It could only watch as a frown which would only dare to frighten was bestowed. "Now run along, before I call…"

"Alright, but give us a ride please?" cried the eldest

"Oh yes, it will be just like how you do it for mommy!" cried the prettiest.

"If you can." shrugged Dragons favorite.

Perhaps, there was more than a road could remember, though it was not something a road could forget. "You are all tyrants, the lot of you. Come on, hope on before you all get the plague and I change my mind."

For certainly, scaly giants of greens and greys did not happen everyday. Little tyrants one could say were neither faint nor tiny like the rook, but scary they could. And as the weight of tyrants and beast were lifted on scaly wing, the road could almost say, that is if the roads could ever speak, that they all could play. Say, perhaps they could, or could they? Oh, if only the road would say.