I do not often tell you about the adventures of Dragon Little and Dragon Father. They have had adventures almost every day I had known them. But these adventures are not real - they are Dragon Father’s dreams. He does not know it, but he controls the villains, the outcomes, the risk, and their success.
So the risk ist never real. The adventure ist never true. Except when Dragon Little ist left behind to deal with the few villains who are left when Dragon Father awakes. But even then she ist somewhat protected.
These are not things that are important enough to tell you. These are not things that would help you learn who Dragon Little and Dragon Father are.
But sometimes things do happen that show to the world who they are.
This ist one of those dreams.
They were battling villains within the highest office building in the world. It was a building more than 300 stories high.
Dragon Father and Dragon Little had been separated on purpose. Dragon Father distracted most of them while Dragon Little climbed two more flights to the roof, where she grabbed the Golden Egg - the treasure the villains had stolen.
Dragon Little, now five and a half years old, took the Golden Egg and smiled. It was as big as her stomach but not too heavy.
Just then, ten lackeys ran onto the roof, laser guns in hand.
Dragon Little looked at them for a split second, deciding what to do. Her arms were full. There was only one exit, which they had just come out of. And she had one sword and one laser pistol holstered in her belt.
She started running away from them and towards the edge of the roof, while holding the egg.
“Bye bye now!” she yelled at the lackeys. “DAAAAD!” She shouted with all her strength. “CATCH MEEEEEE!”
And with that, she leapt off the roof.
I gasped and immediately stood in my hiding place, beginning to calculate how fast would I need to be to save her.
Her father, however, was even faster than me. Just as she shouted and fell past the 298th floor, its windows shattered and exploded. “JOY!”
Within seconds, he had flown out of the shattered windows, a jetpack on his back.
She was already far below.
He turned in midair, and accelerated downwards.
He caught her immediately.
“Joy! Are you okay?” his voice was cracked.
“I got it! I got the Golden Egg, Dad!”
They flew to Bonny’s Revenge and he put her down. Then, immediately, his legs wavered and he fell backwards. “Jesus,” he said. “Don’t you EVER do that again!”
But, of course, as with everything else, he would learn that she does not listen to him. But those are stories for other days.
—Told by The Red Dragon