Lizards. Beasts. Monsters. Legends. These are what we call dragons. There are other names. Like scary. Scaly. Slimy. Grotesque. Even incogitable. But the people who use these words have never even met a dragon in there life. Tis an author who hasn't read their own book. Or a chef who doesn't taste their own dish.
There have been stories of dragons from a long time ago. When they used to roam our lands and live freely. Serpents. Snakes. Flyers. Many kinds. But humans. Humans are selfish and greedy. They killed them for wealth and trophies. Humans can't notice the beauty of a beast. The dragons disappear. They all left. The world wasn't safe for them anymore. All that was left of them was their rotting carcasses and stomped eggs.
Our elders remember them. They remember them vividly. They're the ones that tell the stories. Of serpents sinking ships. To fire breathers that destroyed houses. Even the hungry ones that ate our soldiers. All wonderful tales. Frightening tales. Dragon tales.
But I always seem to wonder. Where are they now? Everyone says we killed them all. The elders say some had gotten lost on their trip to paradise. Mostly the little ones who traveled too far from their mothers. They say they're in the forest. But they would've died by now. Some lost at sea from storms. Caught in waves to meet a watery death. Others eaten by their hungry brethren. Siblings ate siblings. Mothers ate children. The scrappings for scavengers who would die as well from not enough.
Some might even say they're still here. Just hiding. But that's balderdash. They're huge. But a story is a story. And a story can be true or false. And this story... brings a new name to dragons. Magnificent.
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Magnificent: A Dragon Story
Fantasy"Art thee mine cousin now? Thee wonderful, lacking valor beast." I thought the dragons were gone. That they were extinct. That we drove all of them out. But I was wrong. Dead wrong. For if we did I would've never met Echo. (Join me in a tale of magi...
