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(If anyone knows what Dragon Quest is, this is basically what it was called in America. This particular one is Dragon Quest Monsters 2: Tara's Adventure, so I hope you enjoy it, even if it's difficult to pick up.) Tara was relaxing on the ship, her dark-brown hair in a long ponytail, covered by a cap and fluttering in the wind along with her ankle-length green dress. She watched the sailors going about their business, a few farm monsters (an affable DrakSlime, an old, grumpy ArmyAnt, a CactiBall who only wanted to talk about something called a "Dream Egg", and a cocky Slime) in the cargo hold in peaceful slumber, the vastness of the ocean lapping at the ship’s hull. Her parents and older brother were having a heated discussion that she wanted no part of; all she wanted was to relax and be calm…away from her nightmares. It came back in an instant. The wrinkly orange face like a giant rotten tangerine, framed by two hooded jet-black eyes with milky-white sclera; the fat pink lips the color of faded blood, hiding a blackened maw; the huge horns, curled and curved inward; the clinking of jewels upon jewels, wealth beyond measure. The face spoke to her, laughed at her, taunted her. “I’ll see you sooner than you think, Tara!” The voice was rough like sandpaper, fouler than poison. “Sooner than you think! And when I do, I’ll be the last thing you ever see!” “Tara?” Tara opened her eyes to see her big brother, Cobi, looking at her with concern in his blue eyes. His sandy-brown hair was covered by a floppy blue hat, but the wind still tickled it. She looked at Cobi and said in a listless tone, “Hey, big brother...” “Another nightmare?” he asked sympathetically. She nodded. “Are you going to be okay?” “I’ll be fine.” “You sure?” “Yes.” He let out a sigh. “Mother and Father wanted to talk to you,” he said before patting her head. “Are you sure you’re-” “I’m fine. Honestly.” He looked at her and sighed. “If you say so.” She walked away from her brother. He was very overprotective, sure, but… She heard a man in a floppy hat say, “Hey, girl. You a fan of seafaring?” She turned to face him. “Um, yes?” she responded. What am I going to say: that I hate it, and would never do it again? I'm seasick, you jerk! “That’s good. You have potential.” “Okay…” she walked away from the weird man, over to her mother and father. “Hello, Tara,” her mother said. “We’re finally going to GreatLog Kingdom. Isn’t it exciting, my child?” “Yes,” Tara said, not believing her own words. “Well, the king of GreatLog seems to recognize our worth!” her father said with a boastful laugh. “Anyway, we’re going to need you to start earning your keep, Tara, so you can’t be a baby anymore.” “When was I ever?” she muttered underneath her breath. “What was that?” “Nothing.” “Go talk to your brother.” She walked away, fuming. Her parents had never really taken to her wanting to follow a different dream than monster farming. No, she wanted to be a tamer herself. Her brother understood her dream and he at least…well, at the very least, seemed to care. Still, he was a year older than she was, but his overprotectiveness was…annoying. Speaking of him, Cobi stopped by. “Hey, little sister. Seems Mom and Dad grilled you.” “I’m eighteen years old, Cobi. I can handle a little anger from our folks.” “Sis, by the way, do you need to be-” “I’m fine, Cobi,” Tara said, her face flushing. “Okay. Anyway, the crew member said-” “Land ho!” a sailor cried, causing both siblings to jump. “It’s GreatLog, sure as she stands!” another echoed. The palm tree was the first thing she saw in the nearing distance. It was an impressive sight, to be sure; a giant palm tree on an island in the middle of the ocean tended to be impressive. Tara truly believed that such a place could support a giant farm for monsters. It was then that…it happened. First there was a only a trickle, barely registering. Then the dam broke loose, as she froze up. Cobi was the first to notice. “Okay, I think you do,” he said quietly, leading her away to Mom and Dad, as tears poured from her eyes. Tara hated being incontinent, hated being treated like a baby. It had all started with those stupid nightmares she had, starting at age seven. Thank the gods it was only pee this time. “Tara, you can’t keep being a little baby,” her father said with a sigh as Cobi explained to them what happened. “I’m not,” she muttered. “Your diaper says otherwise,” her father said loudly, causing some of the sailors to look their way. Why did you have to do that, Father? Does everyone have to know?! Her mother was more sympathetic, quickly moving to get the supplies. Her father and Cobi gave the two privacy, as her mother quickly changed her with the technique of an expert, a loving look in her eyes. Tara had tried herself before, but her mother seemed to insist, and it made the girl feel like a child. But at least she was clean now. I hate this. Why did I have to get these nightmares? Why?! Little did she know that the answer would appear…sooner than she wished. Sooner than she thought.