All in Told by The Red Dragon

Dragon Father and Dragon Little boarded the alien ship as it headed towards Earth with enough weapons to destroy it many times over.

To do that, they had to battle their way past their entire military in the corridors of the ship. They were armed with a sword in one hand and a laser pistol in another.

The top of the spaceship was transparent and aimed at the suns in order to get its energies. That way I was able to see the battle from my hidden vantage point.

Dragon Little was only three and a half years old, but she got many shots in, hiding behind the turn of a corridor, then, when getting the signal from her father, looking past and shooting.

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It was still the same day. Dragon Father had disappeared early into his waking world. Mary and Dragon Little had begun to talk about dreams. Mary shared her dreams and nightmares and Dragon Little shared her belief that she did not dream or have nightmares.

Mary had tucked Dragon Little in again, and 2-year-old Dragon Little was lying down, facing the wall and the window.

Mary closed the curtain. “Good night, lass,” she said and my sharp dragon ears heard her walking towards the cabin door.

“Does Dad dream, Mary?”

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“The bad dreams, dearie, are called ‘nightmares’,” Mary began.

It was still the same day. Dragon Father had disappeared early into his waking world. Mary and Dragon Little had begun to talk about dreams, and Mary had shared her dreams with Dragon Little.

Now she was about to share her nightmares.

“In my nightmares…” she began. “I am walking in a big city… I’m not sure where. Certainly nowhere I’ve ever been.”

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At the end of 2-year-old Dragon Little asking Mary what dreams were, Mary decided to tell her about some of her own dreams.

Mary ist a dream, of course, created by Dragon Father in his dream. Unlike Mary, Neither I nor Dragon Little were born in his dream. I did always wonder how he found her and how he saved her from the monsters that were no doubt looking for her. But I do not dare ask him, for it will lead to too many things I am too fearful from

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It was the very next day after 2-year-old Dragon Little couldn’t sleep because of a monster under her bed.

The next day’s adventure was cut short again, as Dragon Father disappeared early in the adventure, and all the villains did as well. Dragon Little had nothing else to do but to return to Bonny’s Revenge and play with Mary until she was tried.

Mary tucked Dragon Little in.

But it seemed that Dragon Little remembered what Mary had said the previous night.

“Mary, what’s a dream?”

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Dragon Little was two years old when I first heard her talk about a monster under the bed.

I was new to her father’s dream, having only arrived and rescued a few weeks ago, so if it had happened before, I would not know.

Dragon Father had disappeared when the bad guys were already defeated, as he did most of the time when she was that age. But he had also disappeared too early to tuck his daughter in.

Mary, still alive at the time, waited for the adventurers aboard Bonny’s Revenge. As usual, she asked Dragon Little about her adventure, got Dragon Little to take off her clothes and wear her pajamas, tell her a story, and tucked her in.

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Dragon Father picked up the sword, this time with calmness and confidence.

Dragon Little was sitting atop the highest branches of the tree, looking down at the clearing. She was five and a half years old and with five and a half years of experience in doing exactly what she wants rather than what her father wants.

The Big Bad Wolf, a giant, black-furred villain that walked on two, stood opposite Dragon Father and smiled, ready for a true and vicious fight this time.

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In the middle of the forest, Dragon Father was sitting in the cell of the Big Bad Wolf, made of powerful tree branches, handing from a high tree.

Above him, hidden by the trees, having snuck into the camp, was Dragon Little, almost 6 years old and so much more independent and strong than the child she had been when I had met her almost four years ago.

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Dragon Little was almost six years old when Dragon Father was captured by the evil Big Bad Wolf and his lackeys.

Dragon Little and Dragon Father had separated in an attempt to slip past the Big Bad Wolf’s defenses in the forests and steal back the Ball of Light that he had stolen from Princess Red Riding Hood.

The Big Bad Wolf tied up Dragon Father and threw him in a ‘cell’ made out of powerful, long tree branches. The cell was hanging from the top of a tree just above the Big Bad Wolf’s camp.

I suspect that Dragon Father did not put up too big of a fight because his subconscious expected his daughter to come and save him.

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I cried while my sweet Dragon Little caressed my nose. The four-and-a-half-year-old human girl was standing on the railing of the pirate ship Bonny’s Revenge, as it floated in space, and caressed me, her friend, who nearly attacked her father in a way that would never repair our relationship.

I felt all the pain of the last hundreds of years of my existence come out as I cried. All the cruelty, all the abuse. But more than that: The childhood they had stolen from me, the life of joy I had never experienced until I met Joy Shelley and her father.

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“Red!” he shouted as soon as he saw me in front of him. “That was unacceptable behavior! Unacceptable!”

“There will be no slaves in your adventures…” I hissed angrily at him.

“I was trying to stop the slavery!” he shouted at me. “I wasn’t the problem!”

“There will be no slaves to save…” I hissed at him again. II meant that he should not create slavery in his dreams, but I couldn’t say that to a person who does not know he ist in a dream.

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When Dragon Little was only four and a half years old, their adventure brought on for me one of the worst day I have had in Dragon Father’s dreams.

Dragon Father and Dragon Little came upon a mining planet in which the entire population of dwarves was enslaved by the Elf Overlord and his minions.

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Dragon Little’s laugh is infectious. It is a laugh that makes you want to laugh.

Every time I hear her laugh from my hiding place, I do my best to suppress the laughter that comes out of me. A laughing dragon is not… something that should be viewed.

This is a day I had to hold my laugh many times.

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“Oh, my god, look how much you’ve grown!” Dragon Father had just woken Dragon Little up, and was shocked as soon as she came out of her cabin. “Did you have a spurt over one night?” he said. “Come here.”

She was only five years old, and, half smiling, she came over to stand in front him.

“Stand tall, head forward,” he said.

She stood straight, but looked up.

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Dragon Little and Dragon Father’s adventure brought them face to face with the Wicked Witch of the Northwest in her tower.

The Wicked Witch said, “Finally! You swashbuckling fools have fallen into my trap!”

Dragon Little, only 4-and-a-half years old, raised her hands and shouted. “No! We’re not swashbuckling fools! We’re squashbuckling fools!”

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Dragon Father disappeared in the middle of a swashbuckling battle with Captain Badass and his pirates.

Bonny’s Revenge and Captain Badass’ ship hung in the air just outside a cloud city, and his entire crew had leapt onto Bonny’s Revenge. Only three minutes into the battle, Dragon Father disappeared (having woken up). With him disappeared the cloud city as well as all of Captain Badass’ pirates.

But he, as almost all top villains do, remained behind.

And Dragon Little, only three-and-a-half years old, stood in front of him, metal sword in hand.

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When Dragon Little was only three and a half years old, one day Dragon Father’s dream brought the two of them to the peak of the Himalaya Mountains, in search of the Golden Key.

The top of the mountain was small and there was almost no room to stand. Snow was everywhere on the ground, and now it had begun to fall as well.

At the peak, a long plank had been embedded into the rock, stretching out five meters away above a sheer drop. At its very edge, the Golden Key lay inside a hook.

“Okay,” Dragon Father took off the bag on his back and started looking inside it. “I’m going to search my bag for a long rope. I think I brought one…” he raised his eyes for a second, and his breath stopped.

Dragon Little was already on the plank, which was slightly more narrow than her small legs. She had already taken a few steps.

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