All in Age: 2
“My name is Master Mind,” the strange half-robot tells me and Suzy in his weird metallic voice. “And I have heard what the two of you have just said about the little pirate.”
“What little pirate?” I say.
Suzy whispers to me, “He means Joy.”
“Ahhh… Go on.”
“You think this place is dangerous for a little girl. Let me tell you how I met your granddaughter.”
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“Say, Joy,” Mary said. “Do you know what you want to be when you grow up?”
I did not see Dragon Little’s expression.
“How about… a policewoman?” tried Mary.
I saw Dragon Little shake her head.
“A… firefighter?”
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“Mary, we’re going off to the weapons shop!” Dragon Father waved at Mary. “Come on, Joy, wave at Mary.”
“Bye bye, Mary!”
Dragon Little was only 2 years old, and was teetering between being unable to do anything and being a budding warrior, sometimes the one, sometimes the other.
“Aw, look at you all excited to go and buy new weapons!” Dragon Little’s nanny clasped her hands together. “Enjoy!”
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It was still the same day. Dragon Father had disappeared early into his waking world. Mary and Dragon Little had begun to talk about dreams. Mary shared her dreams and nightmares and Dragon Little shared her belief that she did not dream or have nightmares.
Mary had tucked Dragon Little in again, and 2-year-old Dragon Little was lying down, facing the wall and the window.
Mary closed the curtain. “Good night, lass,” she said and my sharp dragon ears heard her walking towards the cabin door.
“Does Dad dream, Mary?”
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“The bad dreams, dearie, are called ‘nightmares’,” Mary began.
It was still the same day. Dragon Father had disappeared early into his waking world. Mary and Dragon Little had begun to talk about dreams, and Mary had shared her dreams with Dragon Little.
Now she was about to share her nightmares.
“In my nightmares…” she began. “I am walking in a big city… I’m not sure where. Certainly nowhere I’ve ever been.”
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At the end of 2-year-old Dragon Little asking Mary what dreams were, Mary decided to tell her about some of her own dreams.
Mary ist a dream, of course, created by Dragon Father in his dream. Unlike Mary, Neither I nor Dragon Little were born in his dream. I did always wonder how he found her and how he saved her from the monsters that were no doubt looking for her. But I do not dare ask him, for it will lead to too many things I am too fearful from
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It was the very next day after 2-year-old Dragon Little couldn’t sleep because of a monster under her bed.
The next day’s adventure was cut short again, as Dragon Father disappeared early in the adventure, and all the villains did as well. Dragon Little had nothing else to do but to return to Bonny’s Revenge and play with Mary until she was tried.
Mary tucked Dragon Little in.
But it seemed that Dragon Little remembered what Mary had said the previous night.
“Mary, what’s a dream?”
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Dragon Little was two years old when I first heard her talk about a monster under the bed.
I was new to her father’s dream, having only arrived and rescued a few weeks ago, so if it had happened before, I would not know.
Dragon Father had disappeared when the bad guys were already defeated, as he did most of the time when she was that age. But he had also disappeared too early to tuck his daughter in.
Mary, still alive at the time, waited for the adventurers aboard Bonny’s Revenge. As usual, she asked Dragon Little about her adventure, got Dragon Little to take off her clothes and wear her pajamas, tell her a story, and tucked her in.
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I learned not to fear for a 2-year-old standing in front of a vicious villain.
His subconscious had given her a wooden sword that would defeat any villain once they have seen it.
It defeated many pirates, who just fell to their knees, crying, asking her not to use the Magic Sword of Ra.”
It defeated many robot villains, who would short out seeing her wooden sword.
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I was worried.
I had only arrived to Dragon Father’s dreams a few weeks earlier. After they had rescued me from my slavery (Dragon Father probably imagining it was he who had dreamt of me and that adventure), I had remained behind and watched them from my new hiding place.
I was still learning about them, still learning what they were capable of and who they were.
I have never seen my precious, precocious 2-year-old Dragon Little be left alone with a villain. But I knew that day would soon come - and no doubt had come before I had arrived - when he would disappear in the middle of an adventure, and the villain would be left behind for Dragon Little to battle.
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For a few days now, two-year-old Dragon Little has been insisting to her father that she, with her wooden sword, will be the one to face-off with the villain.
She was, of course, not fit for that. Going on daily adventure every day does not make a 2-year-old human girl become fit to defeat the villains of her father’s swashbuckling dreams.
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“Daaaaaaaaad!” 2-year-old Dragon Little complained when her father defeated a villain again. “I wanted to do it!”
“Oh, shoot,” he said. He had promised the previous day that she would do it today. “I forgot again! Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow!”
“Definitely tomorrow,” he nodded.
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It was only a few weeks after Dragon Little and Dragon Father rescued me. Dragon Little, I would find later, was only two years old, and I was still getting used to the fact that these two lived a life of adventure every day.
They had thought me gone, but I was there, watching them every day from afar and from above, learning who they are, learning that their intention was honest and good, and learning to fall in love with the girl I lovingly called my Dragon Little.
Dragon Little had a wooden sword in her hand, that her father told her was a steel sword. It was a good thing, too, since she would have occasionally cut herself with it.
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“All right, we hide here, and when he comes back, we jump out and yell ‘A-ha!’.”
“A-ha!” she echoed in her 2-year-old way.
“And then we draw our swords and fight him! Okay?”
She nodded.
“Let’s see if you can find a good place to hide.”
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“To win in the end,” he said more slowly, “you have to lose well in the beginning. Lose really well. Lose and be happy about it. Here,” he threw her the small sword. She caught it without effort. “I’ll show you.”
They both stood in front of each other, swords drawn.
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“Defend yourself!” Dragon Father slammed his right leg forward on the deck of Bonny’s Revenge, his right arm gripping his sword tightly in front of him.
“Defend yourself!” Dragon Little, now only 2 years old, slammed her right leg forward , and gripped her own sword (a much smaller sword) in a fighting position against her father.
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Dragon Little did a little dance as part of their game, and Mary clapped for her.
Dragon Little ran to her and fell into her bosom. “Aw, my sweet pirate Joy,” Mary said warmly. “You are truly a Joy.” She caressed her head and let Dragon Little come out to look at her. “Say… Do you know what Joy means?”
Dragon Little shook her head.
“Joy means happiness. But a lot of happiness. A lot. Your father gave you your name because you make him happy, really happy. And I think also because you’re happy, lass. Aren’t you happy?”
“Yes!”
Dragon Little danced a bit more. Then she said, “What’s the meaning of ‘Dad’?”
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Dragon Father picked up 2-year-old Dragon Little. Her legs and feet were so small, then. She was such a tiny human. And she was no doubt light. When she had ridden me, on my dragon body that ist as big as her pirate ship, I did not even feel her. Not the way I would in later years.
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Dragon Father and Dragon Little sailed the ocean of the hawk people after a victorious adventure.
Instead of flying home, they stopped to look at the suns begin to set. On their own ocean the suns never set.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Dragon Father held little Dragon Little on his arms as they looked at the pink and orange hues of the sky.
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