Springanese Dragon

Oh, my dears. It’s been a long week. And it is Friday night. The sky is dark, the moon is traveling past the stars, and much of the world is readying for bed. Curl up and listen to the tales I weave, until your eyes grow heavy and you slip into slumber, ready for the Dream Maker.

Magic has always fascinated mankind; for centuries we have worshiped it, hunted it and sought to control it. Dragons, being unpredictable creatures possessing magic, were too dangerous to share the earth with. So mankind hunted them to extinction. Or did we?

Dragons are clever, my dears, more so than our ancestors gave them credit for. And they waited, hidden away while man pranced about, thinking the earth emptied of the beasts. But now, in an age where technology and steel holds sway, a new breed of dragon has begun to emerge. The magic has found a new shell in which to reside.

Clamoring up out of the junk yards, thrift stores, and recycling bins comes this new dragon. Infused with the dreams, the magic, and the imagination of mankind these sinuous new creations embody the legends of their ancestors. Perhaps inspired by tales of companions and familiars, these drakes have appeared in a much more manageable size.

Like so many creatures, these dragons were never a danger to man, and our passionate attempt to exterminate them was based on misinformation and ignorant fear. Thankfully, these Springanese Dragons have forgiven our ancestors’ indiscretions, and enjoy the company of man with a fervor normally reserved for domesticated dogs.

Never judge a book by its cover, you know. That is only part of the story.

Sleep tight, my pets. Dream deep.

 

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