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I don't know how yet, but I need to write about this

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I now have a sidequest! I'll see if anything generates.

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Once upon a time, the moon shone brightly in the starry sky. Sometimes illuminating, sometimes slumbering. But some things are more important than beauty.

The decision was always a scary one. A world of humans and dragons, of monsters and danger, but bravery side by side - and as the land was tamed and civilized, greater attention was drawn from beyond the stars, where a dragon's wing or a human's aircraft could no longer reach.

She had the most potential of them all. A young dragon, black and silver scaled, with piercing blue eyes, an insatiable appetite, a burning appetite for roughhousing with her friends. She would always win, excel at any contest driven by passion. When she was scouted and told of the plan, she was afraid - afraid of what she'd lose. But yet inspired by what she might gain.

The day came when she was mature enough and all the preparations were in place. In a woven cloak of magics and riding aboard a prototype space carrier, she'd ascend to the moon - looking back on the planet she'd lived and loved her whole life on from this pale, lifeless surface. She knew what she must do for the hopes placed in everyone.

-

Now the moon is no more. When you look up, among the stars, the new sight meeting your eyes is that of a vast, cosmic wyrm. Scales radiant with magical runes, a wingspan that feels like it could touch from horizon to horizon. Eyes that sparkle with duty and cosmic wonder, equal times looking down at her guarded as they do up to the stars.

Always in formation around her are her fleet, the many spaceships bearing her insignia of a pair of silver wings on metal surfaces, each one individually designated, controlled by her extant thoughts and memories, an extension of her. Built into her sides, the greebled metallic glimmers of shipyards spanning her scales.

We traded the moon and gained our future.

And when the metallic swarms descend from the cosmic void, weaponized and numerous and unyielding, doing what monsters always have - threatening, hostile, spurring us to further our development in the name of peace and prosperity...

The dance and lights in the sky visible to all the humans and dragons of the world is GLORIOUS.

(fin)