All in Age: 2.5
I learned not to fear for a 2-year-old standing in front of a vicious villain.
His subconscious had given her a wooden sword that would defeat any villain once they have seen it.
It defeated many pirates, who just fell to their knees, crying, asking her not to use the Magic Sword of Ra.”
It defeated many robot villains, who would short out seeing her wooden sword.
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Yesterday I told you of the time just before Aragon the Mighty faced off with Dragon Father in a swashbuckling sword fight, while two and a half year old Dragon Little watched.
Today I will tell you of what happened during the fight itself.
Dragon Little watched from the side as Aragon and her father’s sword met several times, each one testing the other.
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Finally, Dragon Father and Aragon the Mighty stood there, facing each other, on the deck of Aragon’s ship.
“Prepare to meet your maker!” Aragon said, drawing his sword.
“Prepare to meet yours!” Dragon Father said.
“Dad! Dad!” Dragon Little jumped up and down behind her father.
“Not now, sweetie, daddy’s busy.”
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Dragon Little had been climbing the mast by herself since she was two and a half years old. She would love to climb all the way up and sit in the wooden crow’s nest.
During the long hours of Dragon Father’s absence, when he was awake (although she did not know that), she spent quite a few hours sitting in the crow’s nest.
Sometimes she would fall asleep there, and Dragon Father would reappear and look for her. Only his shouting her name strongly would wake her up.
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He flew towards the ship, threw an angry look at the whimpering two-and-a-half-year-old Dragon Little, who found safety in the upside-down mast, flying just above the seawater. Then he flew towards the wheel, and slowly turned the ship around.
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What I am about to tell you is quite… uhm…
Well…
Embarrassing? Ridiculous? Pathetic? Funny? Unbelievable?
Uhm…
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Dragon Little stood in front of the wheel, tiny legs rooted on the deck in a way that mimicked her father. Her head was just above the middle of the wheel.
She held both sides of the wheel, and looked around one last time.
There was no one.
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“Joy, come on, we’ve got bad guys to catch, damsels to save!”
“Shhh, shhh,” she put her tiny hand to his forehead. “You’re very tired.”
He sighed. “Yes, I’m very tired.”
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“Yes yes yes!” Dragon Father said.
“No no no!” Dragon Little replied, smiling.
“Yes yes yes!” He nodded.
“No no no!” She shook her head.
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“You put it on. It keeps you afloat. It helps you swim.”
Dragon Little waved it aside. “I don’t need it. I can swim.”
Dragon Little marched towards the wooden construct, then quickly made way towards the stairs that led into the sea.
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She walked among the ashes. Then she touched them. They were no doubt cool to the touch now, since she did not flinch.
She moved the ashes around and looked at how they behaved.
A laser pistol appeared in his hand. He gave it gently to Dragon Little.
“A gun! Yai!” She jumped up and down.
“That’s right. Every swashbuckling girl needs a gun. But… “
The dust twirled in the air, as the breeze of old air flew to where old air flies and new air comes, my hiding place.
Dragon Little raised her head and looked. The cloud took on the shape of Mary’s head and hand. She smiled and waved down at her ward, Dragon Little.
“Look there! See the island?”
A small island appeared right next to Bonny’s Revenge. It was not much bigger than three Bonny’s Revenges, or my adult dragon body. It was circular and looked like a small hill in the middle of the ocean. It was filled with small, shoddy, unorganized graves. A small wooden cabin stood in the middle of the island, surrounded by graves.
“You know, Mary will always be here,” he touched her heart. “In our hearts. And here,” he tapped her temple, “in our memories. You remember her, right?”
Dragon Little nodded.
“And me, too. I will always remember her. And so will you.”
Dragon Little called for her, “Mary!”
She searched for her in all the spots where Mary would hide during hide-and-seek. “Mary? Mary?”
She looked for her in the Infinite Prison below deck.
“Mary? … Mary? … Mary?”
“Pirate Girl, are you looking for Mary?”
“Dad! I want Mary!”
“It’s okay, Joy. I’ll bring her back.”
This ist how I knew, even at age 2, that Joy, my Dragon Little, would have the power to change the world.