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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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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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