“Mary, we’re going off to the weapons shop!” Dragon Father waved at Mary. “Come on, Joy, wave at Mary.”
“Bye bye, Mary!”
Dragon Little was only 2 years old, and was teetering between being unable to do anything and being a budding warrior, sometimes the one, sometimes the other.
“Aw, look at you all excited to go and buy new weapons!” Dragon Little’s nanny clasped her hands together. “Enjoy!”
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Dragon Little was getting to be close to 6 years old.
I did not know it at the time, but soon she and I would part ways.
On my long journey I would often feel fear and excitement at the task I had set to myself. At the same time I would feel great fear for the little human girl I’ve come to call Dragon Little over the years. I should be protecting her, I would tell myself and fear for her life, for she would no doubt soon find the way out of her father’s dream.
And yet… remembering moments like the ones I will tell you now give me peace of mind that this ist one human girl that can protect herself.
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“Ah! Finally! We have caught the Jolly Pirate and his gang red-handed!” exclaimed the King happily. “Arrest them!”
“Huh? What?” Dragon Little, 4 years old and used to adventure, looked at her father, confused.
“I told you, it’s Backwards Day!” Dragon Father seemed happy.
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“There’s the palace!”
By the time Backwards Day was about to end, Dragon Little had fallen in love with it.
Dragon Father and Dragon Little were approaching a hidden palace hidden between two snow-capped mountains on a nameless planet.
Dragon Father was helming Bonny’s Revenge backwards, standing behind the wheel rather than in front of it, facing the back of the ship, and steering the back of the ship.
Dragon Little, finally excited after their last fight with the Jolly Pirate and his minions, was at the Crow’s Nest atop the mast, guiding her father.
“Over there!” she pointed. “They have a landing bay for flying ships!”
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“Watch, Dad, this is how you lose!”
Dragon Little, only 4 years old and already an experienced sword-fighter and adventurer, stood next to her father, surrounded by pirates. This was Backwards Day, in which, as Dragon Father had defined it, they were doing everything backwards. They flew Bonny’s Revenge backwards, they gave stolen treasure to pirates rather than steal it back, released a super villain rather than imprison him, and now fought him and his crew in order to lose the fight.
“Ha ha!” Dragon Little hit one of the pirate’s swords with her small sword.
“Ow!” both the pirate and Dragon Little said, and dropped the sword. They said the same thing, but only one of them was faking it.
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Dragon Father and Dragon Little chased the Jolly Pirate’s spaceship, backwards.
It was Backwards Day, after all, and all flying was done backwards. Bonny’s Revenge was so much faster than the villain’s spaceship that even though they were flying back first, they still had to try very hard not to overtake it.
The Jolly Pirate joined with the rest of his pirates on a small meteor, where their base.
“What now?” Dragon Little asked, as they both looked over the railing at the pirates’ meteor base.
“Now we fight them!” Dragon Father said.
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Dragon Father and Dragon Little made two more stops in their Backwards Day, each time giving pirates treasure rather than taking it back. Dragon Little, who first enjoyed the thought of having a backwards day, was liking the day less and less.
“And now,” Dragon Father said, clapping his hands together excitedly. “We meet the villain.”
“Yai!”
“Let’s go,” he left the wheel of Bonny’s Revenge.
“Where is he?” Dragon Little ran after him.
“He’s in prison, of course!” Dragon Father said, getting closer to the stairs that lead to the Infinite Prison in the belly of the ship.
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“How do we do Backwards Day?” Dragon Little asked her father, once they parked Bonny’s Revenge, backwards, in the space dock around the Planet of Yesterday.
Bonny’s Revenge was the only wooden pirate ship in the space dock, among hundreds of steel and silver spaceships, and yet no one made a comment.
“It’s easy,” Dragon Father said. He had initiated Backwards Day just a few minutes ago, saying everything in today’s adventure will be backwards. “What do we do when we meet pirates and save the day?” he asked his four-year-old daughter.
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Real adventure, real villains are dangerous. I know more than others, for I have seen many deaths of my fellow dragons, many deaths of dreams, and many humans die while dreaming.
But adventure in Dragon Father’s dreams are fun. Sometimes Dragon Father finds ways to make the adventure even more fun.
“Morning good, Joy!” Dragon Father woke his daughter up cheerfully in her cabin.
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Dragon Father led the handcuffed Galactic Emperor through the corridors of the Earth Destroyer ship, walking on top of the strewn bodies of the galactic fleet that he and Dragon Little had defeated in the previous few hours.
“Joy! Joy!”
Dragon Little had left the ship, saying she will hate her father forever, because he had not allowed her to participate in the final battle.
He could not find Dragon Little.
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Now they had broken into the bridge, and the Evil Galactic Emperor stood in front of them, two swords in hand, ready to fight.
“Stand aside, Joy,” Dragon Father unsheathed two swords, one with each hand. “I’ll take care of this.”
“You did it the last time!” Dragon Little said. “My turn.”
“I am a galactic ninja,” the Emperor said. “Stand aside, girl, and let the grownups fight!”
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Dragon Father and Dragon Little boarded the alien ship as it headed towards Earth with enough weapons to destroy it many times over.
To do that, they had to battle their way past their entire military in the corridors of the ship. They were armed with a sword in one hand and a laser pistol in another.
The top of the spaceship was transparent and aimed at the suns in order to get its energies. That way I was able to see the battle from my hidden vantage point.
Dragon Little was only three and a half years old, but she got many shots in, hiding behind the turn of a corridor, then, when getting the signal from her father, looking past and shooting.
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It was still the same day. Dragon Father had disappeared early into his waking world. Mary and Dragon Little had begun to talk about dreams. Mary shared her dreams and nightmares and Dragon Little shared her belief that she did not dream or have nightmares.
Mary had tucked Dragon Little in again, and 2-year-old Dragon Little was lying down, facing the wall and the window.
Mary closed the curtain. “Good night, lass,” she said and my sharp dragon ears heard her walking towards the cabin door.
“Does Dad dream, Mary?”
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“The bad dreams, dearie, are called ‘nightmares’,” Mary began.
It was still the same day. Dragon Father had disappeared early into his waking world. Mary and Dragon Little had begun to talk about dreams, and Mary had shared her dreams with Dragon Little.
Now she was about to share her nightmares.
“In my nightmares…” she began. “I am walking in a big city… I’m not sure where. Certainly nowhere I’ve ever been.”
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At the end of 2-year-old Dragon Little asking Mary what dreams were, Mary decided to tell her about some of her own dreams.
Mary ist a dream, of course, created by Dragon Father in his dream. Unlike Mary, Neither I nor Dragon Little were born in his dream. I did always wonder how he found her and how he saved her from the monsters that were no doubt looking for her. But I do not dare ask him, for it will lead to too many things I am too fearful from
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It was the very next day after 2-year-old Dragon Little couldn’t sleep because of a monster under her bed.
The next day’s adventure was cut short again, as Dragon Father disappeared early in the adventure, and all the villains did as well. Dragon Little had nothing else to do but to return to Bonny’s Revenge and play with Mary until she was tried.
Mary tucked Dragon Little in.
But it seemed that Dragon Little remembered what Mary had said the previous night.
“Mary, what’s a dream?”
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Dragon Little was two years old when I first heard her talk about a monster under the bed.
I was new to her father’s dream, having only arrived and rescued a few weeks ago, so if it had happened before, I would not know.
Dragon Father had disappeared when the bad guys were already defeated, as he did most of the time when she was that age. But he had also disappeared too early to tuck his daughter in.
Mary, still alive at the time, waited for the adventurers aboard Bonny’s Revenge. As usual, she asked Dragon Little about her adventure, got Dragon Little to take off her clothes and wear her pajamas, tell her a story, and tucked her in.
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Dragon Father picked up the sword, this time with calmness and confidence.
Dragon Little was sitting atop the highest branches of the tree, looking down at the clearing. She was five and a half years old and with five and a half years of experience in doing exactly what she wants rather than what her father wants.
The Big Bad Wolf, a giant, black-furred villain that walked on two, stood opposite Dragon Father and smiled, ready for a true and vicious fight this time.
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It was time for the Big Bad Wolf to have his revenge on Dragon Father.
The Big Bad Wolf, a human-sized wolf creature that walks on two, gestured for his lackeys to lower the cage that Dragon Father had been put into.
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In the middle of the forest, Dragon Father was sitting in the cell of the Big Bad Wolf, made of powerful tree branches, handing from a high tree.
Above him, hidden by the trees, having snuck into the camp, was Dragon Little, almost 6 years old and so much more independent and strong than the child she had been when I had met her almost four years ago.
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