“Where’s the dragon home planet?” Dragon Little asked.
Dragon Father and Dragon Little stood at the wheel of Bonny’s Revenge as Dragon Father piloted the ship. Bonny’s Revenge began to rise out of earth’s ocean water.
“Oh, far far far away. So far away that we’d never been. That’s why we’ve never been there.”
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He concentrated again, then, appearing calmer than he usually ist, said, “There’s no news. No robberies, no heists. Maybe It’s a pirate holiday or something.”
“A pirate holiday?!”
He waved his hand. “I was kidding. There’s no pirate holiday. How about we do something else instead?”
“Pfah!”
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“I believe this time they won’t be back,” Dragon Father said. “They know we’ll always protect you.”
“How can we show you our eternal thanks, my heroes? Another statue, perhaps? A bigger one?”
Dragon Little opened her mouth to shout ‘No’, no doubt, but Dragon Father stopped her with a gesture.
“I believe a statue may be too much,” he said. “How about… uh… a medal for each of us?”
Dragon Little shook her head but was silent.
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Dragon Little and Dragon Father ran to Bonny’s Revenge and ran up the ramp. Dragon Little continued to run towards the wheel, while Dragon Father raised the ramp.
All around, the soldiers that were part of the presentation of the giant statue of Dragon Father and Dragon Little were scattering. The king of Planet Galaxy was nowhere to be seen.
Laser shots came from the sky as the invaders’ ships entered the atmosphere.
By the time Dragon Little made Bonny’s Revenge rise and move, there were no soldiers to be seen.
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“Well, I, uh, I don’t know what to say,” Dragon Father began. “I, uh, never had a statue made of me. It’s…”
“It’s scary!” Dragon Little stated simply. “That’s more scary than monsters!”
Dragon Little leapt into action. She took her sword and ran towards the statue.
Dragon Father caught her before she reached it. He lifted her up and held her in his arms. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, that’s disrespectful to try and destroy the statue they built of us.”
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“Oh, my,” Dragon Father said as soon as Dragon Little finished brushing her teeth and her breakfast. “I’ve just been asked to go back to Planet Galaxy.”
Dragon Little’ brows furrowed. “Are they having more troubles with ninjas?”
“Not really,” he sounded as if he was concerned “They said there’s no trouble but they really wanted us to come.”
“Hmmm.”
“What are you thinking, Joy?” I recognized that tone. He sounded serious. But this was his parenting tone. He was giving her room as if she was his equal and he was doing it on purpose.
“Could be a trap!” she said with importance.
“Yes!” he pointed at her. “I think you’re right! We’ll prepare just in case!”
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“Very mature, Dad!” Dragon Little came out of the cabin, complaining about the way Dragon Father woke her up by singing very badly. She was holding her toothbrush and toothpaste.
“I’m sorry,” Dragon Father came out immediately after her. “Is this going to be a thing, now?”
“What thing?”
“This ‘very matuuuuure, Daaaaad’ thing you’re doing? It’s like the fifth or sixth time you told me that in about two weeks. Are you hanging out with teenagers on the street or something? Did you pick this up from television? Are you fifteen?” All these three statements of course were impossible for Dragon Little: There were no teenagers in his dream, no streets, no television, and she was not yet and likely would never survive to fifteen.
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“Planet ahoy!” Dragon Father yelled.
This was a few months before Dragon Little’s sixth birthday. Dragon Father was at the wheel of Bonny’s Revenge, flying towards their next adventure.
Dragon Little took her favorite sword and laser pistol from the weapons cabinet and put the sword in its scabbard and the pistol in its holster around her belt.
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It happened during the middle of a fight with the Blustering Pirates.
Towards the end of a fun adventure, Dragon Father and Dragon Little caught up with the Blustering Pirates on their pirate ship.
Dragon Father and Dragon Little landed in the middle of the pirates’ deck, taking out their captain.
A dozen pirates began to attack. Dragon Little defended herself with a small sword in one hand and a laser pistol in the other. Dragon Father fought with a sword in each hand.
Usually, Dragon Father would attack the pirates with might, but this time he satisfied himself by slapping defeated pirates on their bottoms with the blunt side of his sword, and yelling, “Huzzah!” each time.
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Dragon Father appeared on the deck of Bonny’s Revenge while Dragon Little was still asleep in the Infinite Prison, held gently by General Hawk.
“Joy! Joy!” Dragon Father called out after seeing Dragon Little was not in her cabin.
A quick search revealing nothing sent him down to the winding stairway into the infinite corridor and out of my eyesight.
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“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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“What does it want? What does it want?” the tiny 3-year-old asked, head buried deep in her father’s chest.
“I don’t know,” her father said calmly. “What do you think it wants?”
“It wants to eat my pajamas!”
“Really?”
She nodded.
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Dragon Little and Dragon Father were still hiding behind the railing of Bonny’s Revenge from the monster Dragon Little was imagining.
“It’s big! Like a flying elephant!” Dragon Little said.
“Oh, yeah?”
“And it has a tall neck like a flying giraffe!”
“Ooh, that doesn’t sound good.”
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“Joy, it’s just a nightmare!”
“There it is! There it is!” she pointed just as he was looking at her.
He and I quickly turned our heads, but there was nothing there.
“I don’t see it,” he said.
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