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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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“We’re not fighting bad guys today!” Dragon Father announced to Dragon Little during breakfast. Dragon Little was five years old at the time. “Today, we have a fun day!” 

And they did. Dragon Little and Dragon Father bounced on the trampoline stairs for hours: up to the sky, then back down. 

They went to the fair in the clouds and ate ice cream. 

They took Bonny’s Revenge to race against other flying pirate ships and won. 

And towards the end of the day they parachuted from one of the cities in the skies.

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“Dad, I want ice cream.” 

“I’m not going to get you ice cream. We’re in the middle of an adventure.”

“I want ice cream! Just make ice cream appear!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Joy. I can’t make things appear and disappear. And I will not stop the chase just to get you ice cream.”

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“Dragon Little… sometimes creatures or aliens you fight and die - sometimes those do come back.” 

She turned around to look at me, her eyes crinkling. “They do come back?” 

“Well… they can… not always.” If your father dreams that they do, I wanted to add. But she was not yet prepared to know she was living in a dream. 

“Then why doesn’t Mary come back, Red?” she asked, and her voice was so innocent. I was sad to break some of that innocence. But it had to be done.

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