All in Told by The Red Dragon
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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Yesterday I told you of the time just before Aragon the Mighty faced off with Dragon Father in a swashbuckling sword fight, while two and a half year old Dragon Little watched.
Today I will tell you of what happened during the fight itself.
Dragon Little watched from the side as Aragon and her father’s sword met several times, each one testing the other.
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Finally, Dragon Father and Aragon the Mighty stood there, facing each other, on the deck of Aragon’s ship.
“Prepare to meet your maker!” Aragon said, drawing his sword.
“Prepare to meet yours!” Dragon Father said.
“Dad! Dad!” Dragon Little jumped up and down behind her father.
“Not now, sweetie, daddy’s busy.”
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It was towards the end of their adventure of the day. Dragon Father and Dragon Little had been separated and now Dragon Father was in a rocky maze in the middle of the desert and Mole Men that had sprung from the rock itself began to surround him.
Dragon Little swooped in from above. She was almost five years old, a small child, but experienced in adventure and pretty good at helming Bonny’s Revenge, their flying pirate ship.
Dragon Father held up his hand and grabbed the rope ladder she had swung over the railing.
“Hold on to your butt, Dad!” She yelled at him.
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With sword-fighting, laser pistols, swinging off ropes, and Dragon Father somersaulting in the air while fighting with two swords, Dragon Little and Dragon Father fought off the Red Pirates who tried to overtake Bonny’s Revenge.
The Red Pirates leapt over the railing to one said and onto their ship.
“That’s right! And stay out!” Dragon Father yelled at them, his tone as happy as I’ve ever heard him.
“Stay out!” Four-year-old Dragon Little shouted after them as well.
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“Ecccccchhhhhhh” Dragon Little was choking.
Dragon Father and Dragon Little were at the helm of the Bonny’s Revenge, with Dragon Father holding the wheel as they were flying between the stars.
Dragon Father looked at her, worried.
She looked back and laughed.
Dragon Father nodded.
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Dragon Father and Dragon Little looked over the railing. Bonny's Revenge, their flying pirate ship, orbited the Planet of the Gorillas.
"Their base is over there," Dragon Father pointed. "Are you clear on the plan?"
Dragon Little, 4 years old and already adept at fighting villains, nodded.
"Good!" he slammed his hands together. "Let's do it!"
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Dragon Little and Dragon Father faced off against the powerful Wizard of Woz.
This was their life: They would begin their day on Bonny’s Revenge, their flying pirate ship, and each time adventure would take them to fight another crazy villain. I have never seen so many false villains before I had arrived at Dragon Father’s dream. But his villains seem endless, and he ist always the hero, along with his daughter.
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One day, Dragon Father yelled at Dragon Little as loudly and as harshly as I had ever heard him.
She was being stubborn, as usual. And for some reason, Dragon Father lost his ability to stay calm.
Dragon Little stopped and looked at him. She was only three years old at the time.
Her chin wobbled, and it seemed as if she was about to cry .
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Many hours after he had disappeared, Dragon Father appeared on the deck of Bonny’s Revenge.
He looked around.
“Oh, Joy!” he shouted, and ran to the helm.
Bonny’s Revenge rose into the air and flew at a speed that matches a dragon’s to where Dragon Father had left his daughter the previous day.
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After Princess Adriana left Bonny’s Revenge for her arranged marriage, Dragon Father set off on his quest.
It was a wild quest, where he single-handedly defeated frost giants, orcs, and a terrible scheme to forge a single ring that would rule the entire world.
The adventure was wilder than usual, more violent, required more effort on his part, but Justin Shelley, Pirate Extraordinaire, was up to the job.
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He stood in the middle of the deck and slammed his hands together. “All right! What do you want to do? Party!” He grimaced. “I hate parties. A movie?”
He began to pace the deck. “Saw them all. A show? Broadway? Stand-up?” He waved it aside. “Ahh, I don’t want to waste the two hours on that.”
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Dragon Father flew Bonny’s Revenge all alone. The deck was empty. Dragon Little’s cabin was empty.
Even to me, afar in my hiding place, knowing and seeing that 4-year-old Dragon Little was safe on the small island - even to me it felt strange.
Dragon Father landed the flying pirate ship they call home in the port of another island.
“Hello, my good man,” he addressed the armored elf guarding the entrance to the island. “I am Justin Shelley, pirate extraordinaire, and I come at the request of the King of the Elves.”
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Dragon Father flew off in Bonny’s Revenge, the pirate ship that served as his and his daughter’s home in his dream.
Just a few moments ago he had left his four-year-old daughter, which I lovingly call Dragon Little, on a small archipelago in the middle of an ocean, as he set off on a quest.
Another moment of flight, and his hands began to twitch and his leg bounced nervously. I am assuming it was because he was far from Dragon Little.
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“Joy, today we have a great, big adventure in front of us!” Dragon Father told his four-year-old daughter as she finished breakfast.
“Yeah?” she looked up at him with excitement in her eyes.
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In the middle of battle, a flying monkey came down and swooped up Dragon Little, taking her away to the palace.
Dragon Father remained behind, on the deck of the ship, watching as his daughter was taken away.
“I’ll save you, Joy!” he yelled after her, even as he battled the monkeys with a sword in each hand. “I’m coming for you!”
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