“As the Drought of the Century hits the United States, legendary creatures appear on Earth: Dragons.
Like one of the famous tv commercials says: “Thanks to advancements in genetic engineering, Dragons are finally out of myth, and in your local pet stores!”
From playful Outbacks to unpredictable Jade Tangs, these little dragons usually don’t burn much, they love fruit and don’t molest young virgins.
But they are still monsters, and Jack Ports knows this very well.
He sells all kinds of varieties in his Flight Garden, including the most dangerous of all: the American Mustang, a species of battle dragon created by a failed experiment of the U.S. Navy.
Dumped by his fiancee before the wedding and short on cash, Jack just wants to put his life back together, but after a colleague mysteriously disappears, he finds himself with a dragon egg of unknown origins.
Set on raising it, Jack discovers that the egg contains a Primus, the First Dragon of a new species, whose genes hide a secret that many men are looking for.
And some are willing to kill to have it.”
“MAYBE YOU DON’T KNOW IT, but here in the United States we have plenty of legendary monsters. And I’m not only talking about the famous Bigfoot in California or the Chupacabra that wanders around southern Texas. Every respectable lake has its sea monster. In southern Idaho, Bear Lake houses Isabella, a monstrous water serpent like the creature that lives in Lochness Lake in Scotland.
In the north, in the Pend Oreille Lake, one of the deepest in the USA, another sea monster swims around happy and cheerful, attacking a tourist every twenty or thirty years, just to keep in shape. The journalists call it Paddler. The Paddler of Pend Oreille.
Obviously, there are plenty of grainy photos and numerous anecdotes on the sightings of these monsters. If it’s true that every lake has its monster, every respectable monster has its museum, and at least one resident who’s seen it in person, back in the ’70s.
“I was this close to its jaws” he’ll tell you gazing toward the lake with an enigmatic look. “It almost tore off one of my arms with its sharp teeth. And then it disappeared, down in the dark abyss of the lake.”
These stories, these legends and exaggerated witnesses, are perhaps all bullshit for tourists but show our thirst for mystery. A lake is just a lake, there’s nothing fascinating about it for the human spirit. A lake with a monster in it, instead, is something entirely different.
The fires in those days, however, weren’t invented at all, as The Snake’s carbonized remains testified.
And if it was a monster, it was probably my monster.”