All in Told by The Red Dragon

“For many days, now, and perhaps weeks or even months, your mind will return to that moment when you killed the Goblin Monster. It will return to it and try to find another way, another solution, another path. Maybe it will succeed, maybe it won’t.”

“There was no other path, General Hawk.”

“Maybe it will succeed, maybe it won’t,” the general repeated, not conceding her point. “It would not matter, for it is done. Your mind will return to the terrible emotions you are feeling now again and again and again. For weeks and even months. And perhaps… Perhaps your feelings will turn to hate of self, hating what you did. And then… in the future, the next time you kill, it will be easier. And that time after that, easier still.”

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Dragon Little cried. It gushed out of her like a tidal wave.

I could not see her, since she was in the Infinite Prison in the belly of Bonny’s Revenge.

I wanted to hold her and make it better. But I could not.

As she cried, I heard the rustling of the iron bars of General Hawk’s cell. And then I heard the sound of skin and feathers on human skin: he was not caressing her. He had reached out of the bars with his arm and burnt wing and was holding her as much as he could.

“I killed the Goblin Monster!” she said again, crying.

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(Author’s note: This diary entry was supposed to have been published weeks ago as part of the Goblin Monster saga and was omitted for some reason. I publish it here, now, numbered correctly, but out of order.)

The goblin monster was back to chasing the goblin children, ready to kill them as had killed all the goblins strewn in the street.

Dragon Little put the huge rocket launcher back on her shoulder. She aimed it at the goblin monster and breathed.

She placed her finger on the trigger.

She was aiming right at its center.

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I have told you of the day when Dragon Father decided to teach Dragon Little that killing ist necessary. I have told you how he created a dream that forced her to kill the Goblin Monster.

I have not told you of the things that happened afterwards, when Dragon Father was away and awake in what dreamers often call ‘the real world’.

After Dragon Father disappeared, Dragon Little walked the deck from side to side for more than an hour. She climbed the mast and sat in the crow’s nest. She sat on the plank and stared at the ocean.

She took Bonny’s Revenge for a flight around the stars and quickly returned to the ocean, having stopped for nothing on the way.

That day, Dragon Little fell asleep in the crow’s nest.

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“What’s it doing, Dad?” Dragon Little had been originally frightened by the idea of a Pajama Monster. But then, as her father created it for her and made it harmless, he had taught her to accept her fears. It had worked, because now there was no fear in her voice.

“I don’t know, that’s very str--” he began, but then the Pajama Monster’s face became one of pain. “Oh, no. No, no,” he grabbed Dragon Little’s arm and together they took a few steps back.

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“It’s, uh… It’s Monday, Joy.”

“So it’s TwoDay!” she raised two fingers.

“It’s the second day of the week,” he explained patiently, “but it’s called Monday.”

“That’s a stupid name,” she waved his remark aside. “I’ll call it TwoDay! Yesterday was OneDay! Tomorrow is ThreeDay! Then FourDay!”

“Joy, Joy, listen to me. You can’t make up names of the week.”

“The names are wrong. It’s FourDay!”

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Dragon Little ran into the village.

Male and female goblins were coming out of huts, looking at what the goblin monster left in his wake. Bodies of dead goblins were strewn all around. Huts were destroyed.

Children ran to their parents. Goblins looked and cried over the bodies of their loved ones.

I have never seen so much devastation and sadness and slaughter in Dragon Father’s dreams.

“Excuse me,” Dragon Little approached a goblin mother hugging her child. “Do you know where the goblin monster came from?”

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The goblin monster growled at Dragon Little.

“You!” Dragon Little yelled at him. “Don’t! Kill! Goblin! Kids!”

The goblin monster growled more, then, began to turn around.

“Hey!” Dragon Little yelled again. “Don’t ignore me!”

The goblin monster turned at hearing her voice.

With two hands, Dragon Little raised the rocket launcher as high as she could, as it pointed downwards, then slammed it on the goblin monster’s toe.

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