The Wicked Wizards were getting closer to my Dragon Little. I heard her scamper quickly, feelingl with her hands in complete darkness.
From the sound she was feeling the wooden crates.
From the distance of a few planets away, my sharp dragon ears heard the soft squeak of a crate being opened.
I heard her drop into a soft something (fruit, perhaps?) and then close the crate above her.
A few seconds later, the Wicked Wizards walked into the room.
They were talking in complete darkness about their plans to invade Earth.
They ordered their lackeys to take the crates and move them to their base.
Still in complete darkness, I could hear hundreds of lackeys walk and then lift hundreds of crates with ease.
Inside a dark, enclosed crate, on a planet of complete darkness, I heard Dragon Little squeak.
She had never known night, never seen complete darkness. Not in her father’s dream. And she had been frightened from the very first second they had flown into the night.
She squeaked, unable to stop herself. But it was silent enough not to bring attention.
After a few seconds, through the darkness, through the distance between us, through the closed crate, I heard her cry.
My heart broke for her, but I did not help. She would need to be strong, to overcome her fear to survive the horrible dangers that awaited for her outside her dreams.
She was crying without stop for three minutes, when I heard another familiar sound.
It was Dragon Father. He had returned to the dream, back on the deck of Bonny’s Revenge.
A torch with live fire appeared in his hand and he looked around.
Dragon Little, the Wicked Wizards, and their lackeys were nowhere to be seen.
Far away, Dragon Little was still crying silently.
I grow tired again. Tomorrow I will tell you what happened next.
—Told by The Red Dragon