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

A/n: I've been busy with traveling, hurricane season, and life,but I'm back and I'm working on several things. So, not sure when arc 2 of the story game begins, but until then I'll be working on this and other stuff. Sorry it's so short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer.

As of Dec 5, 2020 this chapter was edited for clarity, to fix spelling and grammar, as well as other errors.

Chapter 12: Home

"It is time to go back Pig."

There were times when she did not want to listen. She faced the direction of a friend and cried in anguish. Why was her master not taking advantage of the opportunities given to him? Perhaps, because he was afraid of the possibilities. No, she had to try harder next time, or else her master would miss his season.

"Pig?"

If only she had been born human, then perhaps she could have been the one to make him happy. What did she not know about him? Then again, what use was there to think of such impossible things? While there was so much she could not do, Pig was determined even to go as far as death if it meant the happiness of her human. Life, at least at the depth she could understand had been mostly good.

As the sky mixed with burnt reds and orange, she glanced upon his calm form. It had been another good day, and while it had been quiet, she was not sure if this was the way their life had been intended. No, she was a creature of action, and there was still so much to do. Turning away from familiar scents, she squealed and they were on their way.

The road home was a solitary road that would split into smaller footpaths. If one steered off the main road, and walked past the footpaths, along the river, one would eventually reach a farm. While it was not famous, it did have a reputation for well-bred animals, mostly pigs; this was where Pig was born, but not where she belonged. Footsteps, slow, but sure, followed by the small nods and sighs. Smithy stared at nothing in particular, but his neutral face warmed into something softer as he glanced beside him. "We are almost home Pig."

Home, it was the place where her beloved owner was, the place where his loved ones were. Pig belonged to him because he was what made any place home. As the fields and foothills stretched out across the landscape, she wondered if she would ever forget these sights. If she had reminders, then she would never forget. She only had to look at him and remember she was home.