*I do not own jane the dragon or its characters

Ugh, it's been too long. To everyone who is wondering, I've been working on several projects across the Fandoms, started a blog, and collaborating with different writers. I haven't forgotten my first Fandom, and neither am I done. I've been trying to hone my writing skills, and will be working on my next addition to the story game. I'm still here, I have not forgotten, and I hope everyone is doing well. As far as this story goes, I think I'm going to take it in a another direction than I originally had planned. Anyway, here is a chapter I had meant to post some time ago. Enjoy.

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

Chapter 13: To Remember, To Forget

When one walks along lonely roadways, one tends to linger in afterthought. "I never should have left Pig."

Gravel crunched beneath his feet, his footsteps steady, but lingering. Instead of basking in the well-deserved happiness, he was determined to repress his feelings. It was not so hard when there was nothing to tempt him; before he understood the differences between animals, men, and women. Yet, temptation, the enticement which corrupted the flesh and spirit, it had found him. As natural as it was to feel attraction to others, there were times when he wished he might have been a eunuch. "I knew she was going to be out here, somewhere. I should have stayed in the castle."

The day had been fine, with its cool breeze and sincere smiles. Jane, while their meeting had been coincidental, and most unlikely that Pig had led her to him, it was nonetheless disconcerting. Why had she not ignored him like most? What special attention had he been worthy of?

With the realities of class differences, as well as mental capacities in intelligence and education, he was no match. They were friends, they had always been friends; it was how it had always been. "I need to avoid her for now on," he sighed. "if we are to carry on as we always had."

As talented as he was, he was not above feeling. "I never should have left the farm. If I had never left, then I would have never known…. I would have never had to feel this way."

They would never be on equal ground, so why did he dare think he could dream? Castle life had made him a dreamer; a sentimental fool who could not distinguish reality between his wants and needs. Only in secret could they ever claim to be equals. Still, as his eyes adjusted to wakefulness hours ago, he was careful not to watch her with more attention than the occasion called for. Whatever thoughts which cared to follow were drowned out by the remembrance of tasks to take care of before he went back to sleep. "Still, I shall never forget."

And with a bittersweet smile, his eyes traced shapes in the darkening sky. "I cannot forget Pig," he smiled bitterly. "she is only my friend."