I just thought of this... I didn't wanna do this bc I really wanted to introduce her current self... But the thought of this was really cute so I'm gonna do it.

Here she is! (I had to dig through my art book to find the last one)
She is my Australian bb.
;-;

I'M GOING TO BE LIKE A DAD AND SHE IS MY DAUGHTER, SO KEEP YOUR GAY HANDS OFF OF HER.

She's gonna be a little kid in this one shot.

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Sand blew harshly across the treacherous land with every gust of breeze as the explorers continued forward, doubt in their minds running on nothing but their own determination. Their stomaches empty, they hadn't eaten for days.
But it was all worth it, for in this dreaded land lived a beautiful spirit who would grant them any wish.

"Just a little further!" Cried one of the men, as they made it across the sand, "are you sure it's even here? How will we know when-"

"RAWWWR!!!"

You crashed the dragon plushie over the toy soldiers like an unwanted child, laughing, looking down at the little girl who sat in front of her in the sand box with a pout on her face.
"Aww what?" You pouted back at the little girl you were supposed to be babysitting. As part of your school project, you decided to help out a local foster home, agreeing to play with the children.

"Ozzie's... A special case." The foster mother had told you, "she's always off in her own little world and going off on adventures. I'm afraid she'll get herself hurt... Could you watch her for a while?"

Which is exactly what you're doing!
"That's not supposed to happen..." Ozzie said with a pout, giving you those darn puppy eyes.
Ozzie was a little girl, around 7 years old. Her parents had given her up four years ago because they couldn't afford to take care of her... So now she lived in a foster home.

Ozzie had hazel eyes and fluffy curly bright red hair that went passed her shoulders that was impossible to tame, several freckles dotted her pale body. She was a rather adorable little girl honestly...

She was so imaginative too, and with a tomboyish nature. But one thing that Ozzie loved most of all was fairytales. Tales of glory and adventure, it's all a little orphan girl could ask for really... It's the year 2050 and kids are still having trouble finding homes.

"The dragon was supposed to come in and take the maiden..."

"And then?"

"And then... Then I was gonna save her!"

"What about the men?"

"Oh... They can save her too I guess..."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that, ruffling the girl's hair. You looked off to the side, seeing something that made your smile fall. It was a couple of trouble makers from your school, they were known for being horrible people...
Standing up said, "well common oh brave adventurer," you ginned looking at your watch, "it's about time we got you back to your foster parents."

Ozzie nodded, smiling that adorable tooth gapped smile of hers and collecting up all of her toys, putting them in the sand pale she had used to transport them up here.
"Ok!" She said obediently, grabbing onto your hand.

You two began to head to the entrance to the park, but just before you could, a sharp whistling caught your attention.

"Hey girl! Where do you think you're going?" You flinched and kept on walking, Ozzie looked back, seeing the group approaching. "Are they your friends?" She asked, looking up at you, "I think they know you..."

You continued walking, keeping Ozzie close to you.
"HEY WE'RE TALKIN TO YOU GIRL!"

Keep walking.

One of them cut off your escape. Ozzie looked around with utter confusion, but common sense enough told her that these people were bad. She clung to your hand, looking up at you. "(Y/n)?..."

"Go away!" You shouted at them, making sure to keep Ozzie close to you.

"When I say so... I want you to run and find one of the friendly policemen on the corner when I tell you, ok?" You whispered to her, stroking her hair gently.
Ozzie nodded, puffing up her chest, "I'm not scared."

"You still owe us something girl." They began, one of the females, a blonde making her way up to you, a grin on her face.
"Leave us alone!" You shouted, hoping that someone wound over year you and come to investigate.

"Aww and you brought a little friend too... How cute..." She snatched Ozzie's pale straight out of her hands, making the little girl gasp. "Hey!! Give that back!" You shouted firmly, reaching to grab the bucket, but it was tossed to someone on the edge of the circle. You picked up Ozzie in a protective manner, she clinged to you, arms around your neck.
"Give me my pale back! Or mr. Dragon will get you wankers!" She pointed to the man that now held her pale. He bursted into a fit of laughter, tossing it into the pond.

"MY TOYS!!!" Ozzie whaled, trying to struggle from your arms, screaming and kicking.

"Aww... Is the baby going to cry??" He grinned, you held Ozzie away from him, the little girl beginning to tear up.
"Cut it out Jared!" You yelled at him. Ozzie began to tear up a little, "I... I'm not a cryer!" She said, fiercely wiping away her tears.
"Aww.. That's not what it looks like..." He laughed. The people in the circle began to close in, smirking.
You looked around, trying to find a way out.
There was no place to run now.

Ozzie buried her face in your shoulder, you could tell by her racing hart, although the child wouldn't admit it. She was afraid.

"I didn't know you hung out with babies (y/n)! Though, I suppose you were always a softie." Lara hummed, walking towards you.

It was a split second decision, seeing the other walk over and break the circle, you ran, barreling past the girl and out of the way.
Your heart was pounding an immeasurable speeds. Your breathe ragged and uneven as you quite literally ran for your life.
You didn't even bother looking back, all that mattered right now was getting back to the foster home. Down the street, and around the block you ran, faster then you ever had before.
Gasping breathes escaped your throat as you stopped at your destination, coughing. Your chest felt as though it had been impaled, your throat scratchy ad dry. You set Ozzie down, attempting to catch your breathe.
Once you had finally had enough air in your lungs, you let out a heavy breathe "are you ok?" You asked the child, trying to regain your composure.

Ozzie's eyes opened, an almost spark to them. For a child who had just been cowering in fear moments ago, her mood sure did change quickly.
"You're my maiden." She said in almost awe, standing up. She had the biggest grin on her face.
"I'm sorry, I'm your what?" You prompted, not quite catching what she had said.
"You slayed the dragon!" She continued, getting on her tip toes as though to emphasize her utter enthusiasm.

"Oh... I guess I did," you breathed, deciding not to question her little game, "let's... Get you back inside ok?" You half pleaded, taking the little girl's hand into your own as you walked towards the house.

What a strange child indeed.