Mira’s POV

Hmph, I don’t know why Daddy and Cole always treat me like a little kid who doesn’t know what’s going on. I have all of Daddy’s memories! Not only that, but I’m the Big Sister, I came first! Before Cole!! So why does he act like he’s the Big Brother, and I’m the Little Sister? It’s not Fair!! And I know just how to show both of them that I’m not a little kid that they constantly need to worry about. I’m gonna find that Dream Elemental, and make them both admit that I’m the smartest!!

Flying as fast as I could, I imagined the faces both of them would make once I succeeded, and the kinds of praises they’d give me.

“Wow, you’re so Awesome Mira!! I wanna be just like you when I grow up!!”

“Clearly you’re so much smarter than Daddy, I should listen to everything you say Mira!”

Hm hm hmmm. I laughed to myself as I narrowly avoided accidentally running into a tree. Whoops, that was a close one. I should be careful to pay more attention to where I’m flying.

But anyways, Daddy made me so that I could help him right? So how come whenever he needs something done, he always goes to Cole? Am I not good enough? Does Daddy not need me? And if Daddy doesn’t need me…then should he not have made me in the first place? More than anything else, that’s why I want to be the one to find that Dream Elemental. So that Daddy will realize that it wasn’t a mistake to make me, that I can be useful. Otherwise…why else would I exist?

It’s kind of funny actually. Not ‘ha ha’ funny, but more like weird funny, but me, Daddy, and Cole, we all have the same memories. Everything that Daddy does in the wake-up world, Cole and I know. Everything that Cole does goes into his library, which then goes into a smaller part of Daddy’s memories, so both Daddy and I know everything that he does. And just like him, everything that I do goes into my library, so Cole and Daddy can remember it all just like I do. We act like different people, but…we’re not.

I may act like the ‘dragon princess Mira’, and Cole may act like ‘Cole’, but…we’re not really ‘Mira’ and ‘Cole’, right? I mean…we aren’t really here? I don’t really understand, it’s kind of confusing. But what I do know is…Me and Cole…We aren’t really ‘People’. We’re just dreams, fake people that Daddy made up in his head. So why are we all so different? We all have the same memories, and we even all share the same soul, so why are we all different people? I know from Daddy’s memories that he based my personality off of Mommy Sophia and Mommy Ash, and Cole’s personality off of Mommy Ash and Mr. Xavier, but…was that really enough to make so much difference between us? Was I just born wrong?

I know that Daddy believes I have something he calls a ‘developmental disorder’, but…do I really?

Why can’t I just be Mira?

Wait, I phrased that wrong: Daddy is basing his theory on how ‘Normal People’ act and grow up, but…I’m not a person.

I’m Mira.

I’m just a fake person that Daddy made to help explain the weird stuff about Mirage, I’m not actually…Alive.

So the way I act…why can’t this just be my ‘Normal’?

Why does Daddy have to think that something is wrong with me?

While I was thinking about important stuff, I ended up flying out of the woods, and saw the border of the town that Daddy built. I remembered that Cole said that he would be the one responsible for looking in the towns, so I left it and started making my way over to the border of Mirage, where Daddy hasn’t really built anything yet, so it’s still just an endless field of pretty clouds. On the way there, I noticed everything around me turning a little…greener. Not green like grass, but green like how the ocean that Daddy made sometimes looks, where you can still see the sand and fishies swimming around, but everything looks a little weird because it’s all a little too green. I made sure to keep a sharp eye for anything that didn’t look weirdly green, as I continued with my earlier thinking time.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

In the world that Daddy comes from, there’s an idea, a religious belief called ‘The Holy Trinity’. This idea is that there are three people, ‘The Father’, ‘The Son’, and ‘The Holy Spirit’, and these three people are all separate, yet they’re also all the same. Isn’t that just what the three of us: Daddy, Cole, and Me are? Three separate personalities, who are also all kinda the same person? Like one of those funny statues that, if you look at it straight on, it’s a square, if you look at it from up top, it’s a circle, but if you look at it from the side, it’s a triangle? We’re still all the same Thing, just…from different perspectives.

I don’t really know. This is one of those things from Daddy’s old world, a question with no real ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ answer. While I may believe that this is the way that things are, Daddy and Cole might think differently. The memories that we all share…it’s only ‘Events’. Like…If I decided to kidnap a bunch of bunny rabbits, and then take them to the beach and bury them headfirst in the sand, Daddy and Cole would remember me doing that, but they wouldn’t know Why I did that. The thoughts that I had, the reasons behind it all, they wouldn’t have access to it.

You could say that this is really the core of what makes us different. Our thought processes. The reason behind why we do the things that we do. Whenever Daddy does something, he usually has a reason that ‘it makes sense for me to do this thing’. Even if that reason is a simple as, ‘because I want to, or because someone asked’, as long as he has a reason to do something, he will do that thing. But me? I generally just kind of do things, unless there’s a reason not to. There’s no reason for me to not try to tackle Daddy everytime he goes to sleep and comes home, so I do it. There’s no reason for me not to try to surprise Cole, so I do it. There’s no reason for me not to hunt down bunny rabbits and bury them headfirst in the sand so I’ll do it.

Does this make me ‘immature’ or ‘naive’? I know that Daddy thinks so, but I think that this is another case of him being dumb and wrong. What’s so immature about doing stuff for no reason? Am I naive for thinking that there are no consequences in a world where Daddy can literally do anything that he thinks about? Where there are no risks to my life? If I was in the wake-up world, sure, there would be consequences, and ‘reasons not to do things’, that I would have to think about, but here, in Mirage? Not really, no.

Is it because of the way I talk? Sure, there are a lot of similarities with the way that I talk to Daddy and Cole, and the memories that Daddy has of interacting with kids, but…is that necessarily a ‘developmental disorder’? Isn’t it more likely that the part of Daddy’s soul that I’m connected to has something to do with his own ‘inner child’ that everyone on his old world talked about having? After all, Daddy always had to deal with scary, and grown up stuff, even when he was very young. Couldn’t me speaking the way I do be because Daddy has a lot of repressed issues from that time in his life, and I’m something like an outlet for him to deal with those?

Was I born wrong? Or am I a result of Daddy being more broken than he knows?

Am I immature? Or am I just free?

Am I naive? Or am I just living in a world without consequences?

I don’t know, and I don’t know how to even start trying to figure it out.

I finally made it to the border of Mirage. Every time I’ve ever come here, I’ve always had the same thought. That would be the perfect hiding place. After all, Daddy based the colors of my scales and horns off of the colors of the clouds that represent his Dream Aspect right? White with streaks of Gold, stretching out as far as the eye can see, a beautiful plane of cotton and precious metal, under a light pink sky. However, today, the field of clouds that represents the border of Mirage’s development isn’t really a suitable place for me to hide in. After all, the previously snow white fields are now a light, minty green, due to Daddy trying to make the Elemental easier to spot.

I sighed that such a good ambush place was now ruined, before looking down and…wait…what? Why am I green now? The same soft tint of pastel green that coated the clouds surrounding us, were also coating my scales, changing the way that I’ve always looked. I guess I shouldn’t really be all that surprised. I’m just another one of Daddy’s dreams, right? The only difference between me and the mountain where we all live is that I can move on my own, without Daddy moving me himself. The only difference between me and the various animals that Daddy has created is that I can think for myself, rather than just doing whatever Daddy imagines me doing.

Wait, I’m one of Daddy’s dreams too? Then doesn’t that mean…

A scary thought occurred to me, and I checked up on Daddy’s memories and saw that he was currently in the lab of our house, checking up on the mountain where we all lived, and inspecting every nook and cranny for any signs that the Elemental was there. I then tried to check Cole’s Memories, and…Nothing.

For the first time since those few nights where Daddy had made me, but hadn’t made Cole yet, I could only see my own memories and Daddy’s memories. I couldn’t see Cole’s.. I sped off, flying as fast as my wings could carry me, and mad that Daddy hadn’t made me bigger wings, so that when I really needed to, I could fly faster than I was now.

I had to warn him.

I had to let Daddy know.

I had to get to him before we ended up losing Cole forever.

I had to tell Daddy that the Elemental has taken over my little brother’s body.