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Complete, First published May 16
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I asked my friend, The Vampire Jack Townson, if it's possible the fairy tales we know and love in our world have origins in Draconia. The same, but different. After all, Draconia is a world of vampires, dragons, and many other beings we only wish were real here. Where magic can be seen in every little aspect of life. Where your neighbors might be elves and your school chum might be an apprentice wizard. 
Anyway, Jack said yes. Since one of my favorite fairy tales that has had many incarnations is Sleeping Beauty, I thought I'd try my hand at a Draconia version. If Jack and Shayne ever find time to read this, I hope they approve.
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