All in Age: 4
“There’s an emergency on Dragon Planet,” Dragon Father said out of nowhere. Dragon Little had just eaten her breakfast and brushed her teeth, when suddenly Dragon Father shouted out the mission of the day.
This was the way their adventures sometimes began: Dragon Father would declare something, and then the idea in his mind would take form all around him.
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Dragon Little was only 4 years old, when Dragon Father and Dragon Little chased The Red Pirate to his home planet. While he had left his ship unattended and went to the pub, Dragon Father and Dragon Little climb aboard his pirate ship.
“Let’s try this!”
They were looking for a place to hide on the ship, so they could stow away until the Red Dragon could lead them to his secret base.
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Dragon Little, now only four years old, stood up and faced him. Then she twirled around as fast as she could and looked at her father.
She smiled. He smiled back.
“Now do that three, four, five times, as much as you can! And then try to keep standing straight!”
Dragon Little shrugged.
She spun around herself once, twice, three times… and at number six, she stopped, and immediately fell sideways on the metal prison floor.
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Four-year-old Dragon Little woke up early, and having nothing to do took the pirate ship that ist her home for a joyride in the sky.
Bonnie’s Revenge flew into and out of the clouds as she yelled, “Yee-haw!” And “Ahooooy!” and even “Beware evildoers!”
After a while, Dragon Little left the helm, allowing the ship to sail slowly forward in a straight line. She looked around, probably looking for something else to do.
Her eyes came to rest on the suns.
My ears prickled as I sensed danger.
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Dragon Little and Dragon Father were of course in the middle of an adventure, and they had the King Dad on the run.
They entered a huge room that had royal cots for a hundred different babies, when Dragon Father stopped the chase.
“Dad, Dad—” Dragon Little ran past him.
She reached the exit to the room, when she saw he was not continuing the chase. “What’s wrong?”
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My Dragon Little was four and a few months old, when her father helped tuck her in. It was the first time in a month or so that he had been able to do so. Over the last month, he had been appearing much later in the day and disappearing in the middle of an adventure almost every day.
But this time the adventure had ended, the villain had been led to the Infinite Prison in the belly of Bonny’s Revenge, and Dragon Father had time to help Dragon Little go to bed.
“Dad, tell me about the time I peed on the Fairy Forest King.”
“You need a call sign--No, not a call sign. A signature.”
“Siggature?”
“Like something you say when you attack bad guys, to put fear into them. Or when you leave and you say you’ll be back.”
Dragon Little was looking at him and shaking her head.
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“Joy! The hot water’s going to run out!”
“No it isn’t!”
“Yes, it is! There’s only enough hot water for a few minutes!”
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Dragon Father opened the book. He looked at it, but for some reason could not read it.
“What’s going on?” he said to himself. He turned a page. My sharp eyes could see from high above: The writing was foggy.
He moved the book closer to his eyes and further from his eyes. “Why can’t I see what it says?”
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Her head sunk for a second underwater, but she paddled hard, got it above water, and breathed.
She reached the rope ladder and grabbed it with all her force.
I could see what she was doing. She was teaching herself to swim.
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“Never mind. Look at this.” He pulled out a yellowish object the size of his palm. I have never seen anything like it. I did not know what it was. “This,” he emphasized. “Is a fruit. Uh, or a vegetable. I’m not really sure. It’s a fruit or a vegetable, okay? You eat it.”
She nodded, her eyes crinkling, not following what he is trying to say.
“Now look here,” he leaned into the ship and put the fruit-or-vegetable on the seat. “See?”
She nodded.
“Now I’m buckling it in…. There! See?”
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“Dad…”
“What, sweetheart?”
“Don’t go. Stay here when I sleep.”
“Go? Where am I gonna go? This is my home.”
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“No!” Dragon Little raised her hand and pointed at him, her long blonde hair billowing in the wind behind her. “I have spoken!”
Dragon Father burst out laughing. “You have spoken?”
“I have spoken!” Dragon Little said with determination. “Teach me to swim!”
“But what if we—”
“Tut!” Dragon Little said importantly. “I have spoken!”
I wanted to save Dragon Little the trouble. But I knew I shouldn’t. So many hardships awaited her in the future. She had to learn to be tough. It would be the only the only thing that would give her perhaps a few more years of life once she realizes the truth about who she ist and those who want to find her.
“You are hereby summoned to see the dreaded Dead Pirate!”
Dragon Father looked up and said, “Nope. Sorry. Busy.”
“I like being in a prison with you,” Dragon Little told Dragon Father after they played for half an hour.
Dragon Father crooked his head and looked at her.
“It’s fun. Can we do it more?”
The both of them were dragged to a prison cell where they were informed they would see the mysterious Dead Pirate of Dead Skull Island when he is good and ready.
It was only the first hour of the dream, and Dragon Father was not in any danger of waking up.
Dragon Little has the power to drive Dragon Father insane. Dragon Little, of course, ist the name I lovingly gave Joy Shelley, the human girl who lives in her father’s dream. Dragon Father ist her father.
Or so they both think. But sometimes, the evident truth that he ist not actually her father comes up.
This ist one of those times.
“You thought I’d be brrooooooooke, yeah, but I’m richerrrrrrrr!”
“Dad!” She shouted.
It was truly horrible, and it was loud.
As soon as the Scorpion Queen was defeated, 4-year-old Dragon Little grabbed her stomach and threw up.
“Joy!” Dragon Father whirled around and held her. Simultaneously, all villains vanished and they were standing in the empty hallway. “Joy, what’s wrong?”