My heart ist not strong enough to tell you what happened after the last story I have told you. Once more it would be a story that happened while Dragon Little was asleep.
I could tell it to you… but, no, I cannot. Perhaps tomorrow.
For now I will tell you what happened after Dragon Little woke up and before Dragon Father appeared on the deck.
Dragon Little came out of her cabin, looked at the ocean around her, turned and entered the door next to her cabin, the one leading down to Infinite Prison in the belly of Bonny’s Revenge.
I heard her shout, not scream. I cannot see from my hiding place into the Infinite Prison, but I knew what she saw, for I had heard what had come before, and I heard his gurgling.
Inside his locked cell, the Evil Fairy Forest King lay on his back, a big, burnt feather stuck deep into his neck. He was still moving, gurgling, and barely breathing.
“Evil Fairy Forest King! Evil Fairy Forest King!” Dragon Little shouted in a panic.
The Forest King’s gurgles stopped. He stopped breathing.
“Hold on! Hold on! I’ll bring the key! I’ll help y--”
But she stopped. There was no more breathing. I knew what that meant. The same thing that would happen to any creature borne of a dreamer’s imagination, changed to stay forever by Dragon Little, that then dies - Once dead, the Evil Fairy Forest King turned to dust. Only the feather stayed behind.
There was a long silence. Then a scream as loud as I have heard her: “General Hawk!” she screamed.
Then I heard her footsteps - she ran for thirty seconds or so down the corridor full of cells on both sides until she reached him. “What did you do? How did you do it?”
“Nestling...”
“You don’t kill!” she screamed at him. “You don’t kill! No one is allowed to kill!”
“Nestling, listen to me…”
“No!” she shrieked. “No! You’re a villain! You’re a killer!”
“I was protecting you from him.”
“I don’t need protection! I need everyone alive!”
“Nestling, you don’t und--”
“I will never talk to you again!” she shouted. “Never! We’re not friends! Ever!”
Having said that, she ran out of the Infinite Corridor, into the deck, into her room, and into her cot. She cried into her pillow.
—Told by The Red Dragon