December

Issue 51

Dragons slept a thousand years until the new world of machines shook them rudely awake. A cacophony of discords, unacceptable as jagged rainbows, with smoke and smog and gasoline that choked the air and made them sneeze, and not a sign of wizardry remained. They met on the highest peak to discuss the situation. "Let us blast them with our breath, and make them cow like days of yore! Let our mighty wings unite to whip the seas with hurricanes, and send tornados 'cross the land, destroy their ugly industries and bring us peace again." Then spoke the Dragon King, the largest, fiercest of them all, "You waste your time," he said. "It won't work, man has gone too far. It's us who must consider change, and I know the very place to start." He turned and pointed to the night. And so it was the dragons left the Earth to its condition. When the gibbous moon is bright and Mare Nectaris is in sight, you can see the dragon flight across a lunar sea.