“Joy, Joy… Pleeeeeze stop!”
Even when Dragon Little was 3 years old, Dragon Father was somehow reduced to begging her to do what he wanted.
All in Told by The Red Dragon
“Joy, Joy… Pleeeeeze stop!”
Even when Dragon Little was 3 years old, Dragon Father was somehow reduced to begging her to do what he wanted.
“Joy…”
“Joy!”
“Stop it!” he wagged his finger at her.
“Stop it!” she wagged her finger at his finger.
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.
She walked among the ashes. Then she touched them. They were no doubt cool to the touch now, since she did not flinch.
She moved the ashes around and looked at how they behaved.
“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?”
Dragon Father looked at their flying ship disappearing into the sky. “Of course you realize,” he growled, “this means war!” And then he laughed at himself, as if he had told a joke.
“Of course you realize,” Dragon Little copied her father, “This meenz wore!”
“Should we get them, Joy?”
Joy nodded. “Get them!”
“Did you think my idea to save us was good?”
“Yeah, it was awesome.”
“Uh huh. And the part before, where we had to run?”
“I told you. It was awesome.”
“Uh huh. What, particularly, was especially awesome for you?”
She shrugged. “Everything.”
The Kingdom had vanished behind them, but the trampoline staircase remained, and Dragon Little was standing on its edge.
She shrugged and made her way down, jumping and bouncing, whooping and laughing.
“I am in too much pain. I have to heal.”
“Don’t go, Red! Heal here!”
“I have to go,” I began to distance myself from my ship. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
My heart beat faster. Joy! I thought. Joy Shelley! You can’t die so young!
Then I saw her turn around in the air, and begin to fire at the swarm chasing her.
I hit the water as if it was a brick floor. All I could think about was Joy, no longer ‘Dragon Little’. Now she was the girl I needed to save.
The wind was powerful enough to topple me on my back. Dragon Little was thrust at my neck. She caught on and held.
“I’m holding tight!” She shouted at me. “Fly! Fly us out of here! I can hold on!”
I shifted my weight and turned around enough to flap my wings and break through the high ceiling of the palace.
“Hold it, hold it!” Five and a half year old Dragon Little raised her hand. She was armed as usual with a laser pistol on one side of her belt and a sword on the other. “Before we start the battle, I have one question.”
“Yessssss?” the Lord of the Flies whispered menacingly.
“You guys have jokes, right?”
“Of coursssssssse…”
“Okay. Try this. Knock knock.”
“Red,” Dragon Little shouted over the wind. “Do dragons have jokes?”
“I am sad to say that all dragons are enslaved. They are not allowed to have fun,” I said.
“Okay.Then, I’ll teach you one!”
“Okay,” I smiled. I have been watching them from afar at all times. I have seen Dragon Little’s ‘jokes’. I knew what was coming.
“Yeee-haaaaaw!” Dragon Little yelled when I spun around and blasted another part of the swarm with fire.
“Go, Red, go!” Dragon Little yelled as, in the middle of battle, I swatted dozens of Flying Flies with my tail.
In two seconds, I stopped just above the water, my body and wings slightly bigger than their ship, my face mere centimeters from my two favorite people.
“How are you doing, my Dragon Little?” I asked and smiled.
Dragon Little’s smile was even greater. She jumped on my nose and hugged my head. “Red! Red! I missed you!”
“Come on,” he reached with his hand.
Dragon Little shook her head.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“It’s mine!” She held it close to her chest.
A laser pistol appeared in his hand. He gave it gently to Dragon Little.
“A gun! Yai!” She jumped up and down.
“That’s right. Every swashbuckling girl needs a gun. But… “
Dragon Little looked up immediate to meet his gaze. She looked at him defiant, and at the same time tears were forming in her eyes.
“I am not a villain!” she shouted at him.
“Do you want to play games?”
The Princess shook her head.
“Do you want to climb the mast?”
“I realllly want your dad to come back.”
“I can teach you to fly the ship.”
“I reeeeeeeaaaaallly want your dad to come back. When is he coming back?”