by B.T.Skull
For long, hard centuries has the galaxy endured an ebb in the flows of magic. The Great Ones, the makers of Dragons, the creators of faster than light travel, the sages of the ages past... All dead; long since. And those guys lived for a long time too. Seven, eight centuries some of them. The oldest ones up to a millennia. When the last of them died, the golden age of magic died with them. The pinnacle of golemantic creation during that time was the self replicating space dragons, a new species. Some madman had made dragons for real, but with biological warp drives. Sadly, as the magic died, so too died the space dragons. Most of them anyhow. A few endured. One... at least, of the originals had. Updates weekly on Sunday. (Proudly made by humans. No AI in Writing or Art.)
