This is my take on Mother 3 from Lucas' point of view. I'm trying to understand his character and his progression from loved son to the masked man. Please enjoy!
Lucas is such a deep sleeper. Even as the bed moves and creaks while I looked for my socks he doesn't wake up. Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be better sleeping down with grandpa so there are no angry moans when I try to wake him up to play. Mom likes to sleep in late too, but this morning she is up early writing to dad.
"This way Dad will get the letter just before we arrive and won't worry as much about us walking home, unlike if I sent it yesterday," said Mom with a smile when I asked her why she was writing when we were going home soon.
"What are you writing about mom?"
"Oh just this and that," said Mom, "Why don't you see if you can wake up your sleepyhead brother for me? We need to get on our way early today."
"But mom, I wanted to help Grandpa with the chickens without Lucas this morning."
"Alright, I'll wake him once I finish writing," mom said putting a piece of nut bread into my hand. "Don't tire out before even the sun is completely awake. We have a long trip today."
I went outside with a small sense of victory. Dad never let's me have my way, but with mom I can go a lot further without getting into trouble. Grandpa was milking the cow when I came over.
"Morning sunshine, I didn't expect you up so early after staying up so late," said Grandpa smiling.
"I don't need all that much sleep anymore Grandpa. I've gotten a lot tougher."
"I can see that, but I'm afraid to say this old cow may only want my old hands milking her this morning. Why don't you go see how the dragos are doing and finish your breakfast?"
"Okay grandpa, I'll go have a look I guess." I would have rather stayed and helped grandpa take care of the animals. Lucas would be jealous if he knew how nice it is to be with grandpa taking care of the animals in the morning, but he said it makes me smell and he would rather stay asleep. Dad says that men grow learning to care for others so tending the chickens will make me a stronger man.
Still chewing my bread I rubbed my hands on my shirt and trotted down the road towards the dragos. The morning was crisp and cool and the path echoed as I ran along. When I saw the dragos I shouted, "Hey! Good morning!" and hear a cheerful cry in answer from the baby drago. It was small and cute and I run over expecting it to run back towards it's mom. Instead it made another small cry and jumped in place.
"Your baby is really nice!" I called to the mom drago. I patted the dragos head with both hands and rubbed it's smooth hard scalp. "Good thing you brought him to visit today dragos! Mom wants to go home." I'd made good friends with the dragos since we came here. They were fearless so they weren't bothered by any shouting or rough play like chickens and cows are. They even like being ran into, but I can't see myself being able to actually hurt a drago.
"Lucas is going to want to see you before we go," I said touching he babies claws. "I'll go back and wake him up."
"Lucas!" I said standing outside our bedroom door knocking, "How long're you gonna sleep? Get up already! The dragos brought their babies over! They're really cute! Hurry up!" I knocked a final time and ran back downstairs.
"My goodness Claus, if I had known waking up your brother was as easy as yelling at the top of my voice I might have given it a try," said Mom.
"Oh mom, he is probably up now! I want him to see the dragos' babies before we go!"
"I'm sure dragos have quieter ways of waking up their siblings." Mom reached over and pulled me in by my cheeks for a kiss. "You better get going if you're going to beat your brother there, I can hear him getting up." I smiled at mom and ran out past grandpa at the door.
"Whoa, where's the fire?" said grandpa as I darted past.
"Baby dragos grandpa! Come see!"
I ran until I was back with the drago. The baby drago seemed happy to see me again that I was glad I got to meet him before Lucas.
"Yeah that's a good boy," I said rubbing his scalp. The babies mom was just laying on the ground watching, but it's dad was standing ready to play.
"You want to play? Get ready for this," I said running backwards slowly, "Here comes a charge!" I ran forward tackling the drago in the stomach and it made a happ growl as it fell to the ground. It stood back up and growled.
"You're ready for more? Take this!" I said running forward into it's stomach again. I loved playing this game. I never had to be afraid of hurting the dragos. I heard my brother running over to see.
"Whew I'm beat," I said running over to him breathing hard, "You should try playing with the dragos too Lucas."
"I don't know it's still so early," Lucas said yawning. He really wasn't any fun sometimes.
"Come on, try it. The dragos are waiting," I said pulling his shirt sleeve.
"Claus!" called Grandpa walking up from the path, "Your brother doesn't know how dragos like to play yet. Show him an example."
I backed up and ran into the drago with all my force. When the drago roared and fell to the ground I knew Lucas would be impressed.
"Just like that!" said grandpa smiling. Grandpa loved playing rough with the dragos as much as I did, "Now you give it a try Lucas!" Lucas stood looking unhappy. He barely wanted to get out of bed in the mornings let alone play with the dragos.
"You'll never secede with a sullen look on your face," said grandpa, "That holds true for anything. Just relax."
"Go hard Lucas! The harder you run into them the more they like it!" I said, "They probably can't feel very much through their thick skin."
Lucas hesitated before stepping back and running into the drago. He looked pretty surprised when it roared and fell down like before.
"The dragos like to play dead," said Grandpa smiling. Mom came walking up breathing deeply.
"Lunch is ready, everyone. I made your favorites boys."
"What mom, Omelets?" I asked. Mom nodded.
"Yay omelets for lunch, omelets for us!" I shouted. I run towards the path racing Lucas before he has time to know we were racing. He noticed and ran hard trying to tie with me.
"Boys! Don't tire yourselves out!" shouting mom after us.
"Not me mom!" I shouted back, "I don't even need sleep to have energy unlike sleepyhead Lucas!" I smile at Lucas who stuck out his tongue at. I stuck out my tongue back.
"Whether you sleep or not if up to you but if you get too tired you're too big to be carried!" shouted mom as we turned the corner.
At the table mom got back to work on her letter. Grandpa stoked the fire.
"What's your favorite food mom? ...Mom?" Mom wasn't paying attention and just nodded as I spoke. "Is it omelets mom? The same as ours?" Mom nodded again not looking up from her letter. "We make a good match!"
"After we're done eating we need to get ready to go home. We have to walk through the forest to get back so I want to leave early," said Mom.
"The boys could even walk home on their own," said grandpa, "The forest is very safe! I'd like my grandchildren to come see me more often. Last I remember there were babies in my house but now there are brave young men. I want to see you both again before you are all grownup."
"I'm sure you will dad," said mom folding the letter in half and getting up from the table. She walked outside in her stocking feet.
"How did you like your lunch boys?" asked grandpa.
"It was great grandpa," I said smiling, "everything from your farm tastes great."
"It's because the eggs are laid fresh and the milk is from one cow, not the combined efforts of many cows like in the city," said grandpa putting wood into the fire. "I can't possibly imagine how the milk must feel being shunned like that with no appreciation for individual tastes. That is why mine is the happiest cow around."
"You're teasing us grandpa," Lucas said.
"I'm only teasing the milk son," answered grandpa. Mom came back inside and pulled the door tight behind her.
"I heard something weird outside. Sounded something like a helicopter," said mom still holding onto the door knob.
"A Helicopter?" said Grandpa." I've never even seen one of those all the way up here. How do you know what one sounds like?"
"Someone once dropped into the city in one to visit the cemetery. I wonder if he has come back to visit again?" Mom let go of the doorknob and slipped her feet into her shoes, "It's time to go now boys. Shoes on please." We put on our shoes and went out onto the porch."
"Goodbye now dad," said mom kissing grandpa on the cheek in the door frame, "Thank you for having us over."
"I don't need a thank you from my own daughter," said grandpa lifting up mom slightly as they hugged. "This hug would have been a spin if you hadn't chosen to grow so big."
"You can give my spin to the boys dad." Mom gave us each a smile before grandpa came outside growling like a drago and picking us up in both arms before there was a chance to run.
"No! you've caught us!" screamed Lucas in joy.
"We're going to die! Stop!" I said laughing as grandpa's arm held tight around my stomach.
When mom started to look as if she was going to scold grandpa for playing rough grandpa put us back down. I got a beardy kiss on the cheek and Lucas got one on the forehead. That made me wonder if Lucas was growing taller then me.
"Take care Dad. We will send you a pigeon when we get home," Mom said waving as she and I walked down the yard. Lucas was still hugging grandpa so I ran back and gave grandpa and extra hug. Grandpa gave me a look like I was someone important and took my whole hand in his for a shake.
"Don't choose to grow up so quick like your mom, or else next time you'll be too big to get an inch off the ground," said grandpa. I promised him I wouldn't.
"Lucas! Claus! Come to your mother!" Mom called smiling.
Grandpa gave me a kiss on the forehead like he had Lucas and I ran down to catch up with mom.
"Goodbye grandpa!" I called.
"Bye kids! Have a safe trip!" called grandpa.
I looked over my shoulder at the end of the path and saw grandpa still watching us as we turned the corner.