Disclaimer: I don't own Jane and the Dragon.
[Thunder cracks over an old, deserted cemetary as rain pours down from the sky, turning the hard ground into a muddy slurry. On the far side of the graves is one tombstone that looks rather new compared to the others. When looking closer, one finds that it reads 'Here Lies Blackmoondragon1415, Another Student Who Met Her Untimely End Via The Torturous Exams'. However, something does not seem entirely right about this grave, as the soft ground in front of the stone appears to be moving...no, wait, it is moving! Out of the ground pops a grimy hand, reaching jerkily towards the sky as the rest of the body follows. Shaking globs of mud out of her hair, Blackmoondragon1415 stands out against the lightning-streaked sky, looking around at her surroundings for a moment before tramping for the cemetary gate. Making a beeline through the town [and accidentally frightening a few unlucky bystanders along the way], she eventually comes up on an old house, which when the door is pushed open, lets loose a small green dragon that immediately tackles the authoress to the ground, squealing and chirping in an indignant/joyous manner.
"Yes, yes, I know. I didn't forget you." She mutters, patting the hatchling's head in a pacifying gesture as she picks him up, heading for the lone computer flickering upstairs, on which is a partially written chapter.
"Well, at least this was mostly done by the time I was ...incapacitated."
The irritable look of the small dragon is all the incentive she needs.
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Yeah, one word. Exams. Scourge of the creative motivation. Hope the little treat was alright, this is the first time I've done something like this. Besides, the idea actually was kind of fun.
Evicting:
It was the sound of a loud, shrill call that woke the little dragon, and he squirmed and whined as he tied to sink back into the embrace of sleep. However, the noise continued, growing more thunderous and harsh until it was practically over his head. At this, the young reptile lost his already short patience, and he burst out from under the hay with a juvenile roar, completely startling the young maid that had come in to milk the cows. The word that the two-legged used perplexed the little dragon, as he was sure that he both did not understand it, and wasn't certain if this applied to him. Either way, the strange branch that the female swung at his head pretty much said that she wanted him out of here, his condition and agreement debatable in the matter.
Shrieking his own head off in fright, the reptile vacated the pile, nearly getting whacked with the funny stick a couple of times when the hysterical two-legged managed to get close. Thankfully, the maid had left the door of the tree-cave open, and the reptile became a green dart as he streaked out, heading for the safety of the nearby forest. The stick-crazy two-legged had thankfully not followed, though it was still a while before he calmed down enough to stop for more than a second or two. He had noticed several appetizing groups of green food standing out among the tall 'legs' of the trees, easily tearing off leaves and gobbling them down with a few satisfied squeaks.
It was then that he started to think about what he had heard the night before. What sort of animals were those? He had never really heard anything make sounds like that. It was such a fascinating thing that drove his young mind in circles. Either way, it was definitely considered a pleasant sound, given that it had been the one good thing to happen during that utterly crazy day.