Liron, and Touracs, are truly the things of dreams. They exist beyond our perception, beyond the veil of our reality and physics itself. How is it, then, that we are the ones who created them?
Many, many years ago humans had become enraptured with DNA splicing, adding and changing and shifting to try and create the perfect creatures. Humans, as they do with many things, grew bored with making cats that could bark or hamsters the size of a cow.. and they moved on to try and create a dragon like creature, one that could use heat or fire to it's advantage. The perfect pet, resilient, kind, intelligent. They would be everything the world wanted. Zoos would fall over themselves to get one, kids would want a cool dragon pet, and well, the rich need guards, don't they?
Humanity tried everything, from stones to fish to plants, hybrid after hybrid. They were desperate, they needed to make these creatures, it would be a breakthrough! They would play the hand of god and make reality whatever they wanted! No matter how many trials they cast aside, how many poor dragon... THINGS were left neglected and alone. Who cares how smart they are? Who cares when at the end of all of this, it will be worth it?
And so came the Touracs. Large, yet usually gentle creatures. They couldn't breath fire, nor could they fly, but they had the odd ability to heat up the parts of their body with scales, so that anything unprotected that came into contact with them would become burnt and damaged. They were quick and smart, some larger than others, with the brute force to create fear when necessary. Combine all that with their soft features and fluffy heads, and, well, everyone loved them.
Not to mention how easy they were to train. No matter how different the breeds, they all shared one trait. Human DNA. Human intelligence. They were capable of so much more than humanity ever expected. And, so much more than the scientists ever wanted.
For years these gentle beasts spent locked away, learning from the humans at which kept them captured. They created languages and structures, learned how to use tools with their long flexible tails. And, most importantly, magic.
Something humans could never conquer, never understand, was the magic that this world created with its very being. The energy that seeped from every stone and tree, every breath. You've heard of how infant humans can see through the veil of reality, whether that be in the form of seeing ghosts or little bits of magic? Touracs were given the gift of the innocence to see, and the intelligence to harness.
It was warm and sunny, no sign of resistance in sight. The perfect day for attack. The Touracs burst from their homes and their cells, reeling on their creators and charging. Some lost their lives, some their friends, others didn't even get a chance to try and escape. But, those that did, they ran. They let the feeling of the air fill their lungs, the energy from the very fabric of everything. They would be free, they would fight to be free!
They took to the skies, stole boats, swam, and some even dared to use magic, the little bit of it that they had learned in their time with the humans. They didn't have a goal in mind, just a direction. To the West. These humans have talked much about their journey West, to worlds not yet traversed. If they could beat them there, they would have a home.
And, Alas, they did.
They named their home Liron, a large stretch of land as far as the eye could see, and further beyond that. Safe from humans, safe from anything that dare try to hurt them again. They would not be caged like animals. Humanity had no right!
And now, they travel this home, with creatures both magical and natural alike. They've learned from the past, used stolen tech to create their own societies. Communication, transportation, trading, all of it, they've become a civilization. They are determined to survive.
They are not DRAGONS. They are Touracs. The world is just as much theirs as it is humanities.
All we can do now is hope that paradise can last forever.
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