Disclaimer: I do not own BMF, Last dragon Chronicles, and warrior cats.

Author's note: For the main character, Gingka Haganai, I changed the spelling for his first name to 'Jinga' so that readers won't get confused on spelling or pronunciation.

*Jinga's flight took about 8 hrs. (London to Atlanta, Georgia to Orlando, Florida.)

Arthur's words of Jinga made Lucy feel better and looking up in surprise as Jinga came clomping downstairs with a few clay sculptures clinking in his shoulder bag.

"Got Zookie and the others!" he announced, "Right. Shall we go to the airport then?"

Liz caught his shoulder,

"No. Uh-uh. We're not facing a goodbye there."

"C'mon Liz-z, Heathrow airport isn't that far away. Besides, my friends are worried about me. Sooo…"

"Okay, come on." She confirmed.

"WAHHAHAHA!," Lucy wailed as she dug her head into Arthur's shoulder.

Liz looked at the incedent with a sheer sigh, "Poor Lucy."

"It's all right." Jinga assured her, "She'll be fine without me."

Walking though along the hallways and terminals, Heathrow airport was a tricky labyrinth for Jinga. Finally reaching his gate, he scanned the ticket abroad. Once inside, he crouched down and whispered to Gadzooks,

"Hey, were about to board flight 747, Zookie."

Reaching up, he set his shoulder bag in the cabinetry.

Gadzooks, answering his statement, hurred aggressively and looked away.

"Can you please cut that out. Youre not supposed to be in animated form."

The dragon ignored him.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged and looked out through the window. Dazzling orange lights dotted the leafy town of Scrubbley.

He pressed his nose against the glass.

"Goodbye, Wayward Crescent." He said, as the plane turned left and flew into the clouds.

Within 5 hours, Jinga fell asleep and the plane grew quiet except for the gentle roar of the engines.

The tenant's snoring awoke Gadzooks. He blew a smoke ring in Jinga's ear, and hurred quietly for him to wake up.

"Uhhhh…." Jinga stirred. Blinking away his sleepy eyes, he put a hand through his spikey red hair and lazily muttred, "Whut?"

Hrrr! Let's play!

"No, not right now."

Gadzooks didn't give up. He stomped his foot.

"Fine!" he sighed with frustration, "What do you want!"

His dragon began jumping up and down.

"Dragon charades? Okay. Jump roping?"

Hrrr! He meant 'no.'

"Hmm… Jumping on the moon?"

Zookie stopped jumping and slapped a scaly paw to his scaly forehead. His master's dialogue of Dragon tounge was never complete.

"Fine! Jogging?!"

The writing dragon gave him a paws up.

Hrrr! He chattred.

Spreading his wings, he was about to lean forward when Jinga caught him in safety and the plane landed with a heavy thud! on the runway.

"Looks like we're home, Zookie."

Gadzooks let his wings droop.

Hrrr-ooo… he hurred sadly, and lowered his snout.

His real home was in the Dragon's Den, with Liz, Lucy, and Arthur, but he had no choice but to stay with his owner.

Well, that's it! What will Gingka's friends think of him having a clay dragon around, and returning after so many years? Stay tuned for chapter 3!

Adios! :D