We knew we were being led into a trap.
I flew low, following my fake father, a robot made to look like a dragon. Dragon Father, riding on top of me, seemed calm rather than tense. It was his adventure. He had created it in his subconscious. This ist what he had wanted. This ist what he enjoyed.
My fake father looked back and motioned at a volcano ahead of us.
He flew up, then coasted down, gliding into a dark cave entrance at the bottom of that volcano.
For a second, I hesitated. I remembered that sometimes when Dragon Father knows I am part of the adventure, he creates weapons that can cause me great harm, in order to make things harder for me.
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