Aftermath of Luckless: A Fairy Tale of Dragons and Greed
Chapter 1: The “Miracle Machine”
In a realm where magic coursed through the rivers and whispers of ancient winds sang in the trees, there lived three fiery dragons: Peter, Panter, and Penter. They were not ordinary dragons, content with hoarding gold or breathing fire to prove their might. They were inventors, dreamers, and above all, determined to leave a mark on the world.
Their proudest invention? A “computer.”
But not the clunky, boxy machines humans knew. This was a sleek, magical contraption, capable of speaking, shimmering with rainbow lights, and even floating gently above the ground like a drifting leaf in the breeze.
Yet beneath its dazzling charm lay a single flaw: it could not remember anything. It lacked memory, and not because the dragons lacked the skill to create it, but because they decided memory was an “unnecessary cost.” Why store data when you could sell more machines instead?
“Let the world deal with the consequences,” Peter once chuckled, puffing a thin trail of smoke.
Chapter 2: The Grand Sale
On a snowy summer morning—odd but common in their enchanted world—the trio set out, each clutching boxes of their miracle machines, gliding down to the bustling fairy city below.
They conjured a table from thin air and shouted:
“Come one, come all! Magical computers for just ten fairy pounds! Full refunds accepted!”
The shout rippled through the city streets. Fairies in grey, walking fish, and tiny gnomes with long beards turned their heads, eyes wide at the glittering machines and the low price tag.
“Prove they work before we believe you!” cried the skeptical crowd.
With practiced grins, Peter, Panter, and Penter demonstrated their computers: lights danced, voices sang from the devices, and they floated and turned midair to the delight of the watching crowd. But never once did they show the machine’s inability to store even a whisper of data.
Chapter 3: The Riches Roll In
Coins and bills rained down as creatures of all kinds purchased the dragons’ computers, eager to own a piece of magical technology for a bargain price. Soon, the trio’s magical table was empty, replaced by baskets overflowing with shiny coins and fluttering fairy pounds.
Triumphant, they teleported to the local bank, giggling and patting each other’s backs. But they were no fools. They knew “wanted posters” would soon fly across the world, seeking them for fraud.
So, Panter quietly deposited all the gold into his mother’s bank account, believing no one would suspect an innocent mother dragon.
That night, the dragons dug a basement beneath their cave, deeper than any tunnel, hidden away to escape any who came searching for them.
Chapter 4: The Unraveling
The next day, the dragons awoke to chaos. News scrolls soared through the air, flapping like angry birds, each headline screaming betrayal.
“Magical Computers Fail to Store Data!”
“Dragons Trick Innocents of Fairy City!”
“Wanted: Three Deceitful Dragons!”
Their faces appeared on countless enchanted posters flying on wings, whispering their crimes to passersby.
Fear replaced their pride. The trio hid in their basement, trembling, their once bright dreams fading like smoke in the wind.
Hoping to salvage what they could, they sent their last unsold computer to Panter’s mother with a message:
“Collect the money from the bank, quick!”
The mother dragon, loyal and loving, dashed to the bank, clutching a black bag with a large dollar sign, her heart pounding with fear and hope.
But at the bank, she was met by a stern fairy in grey armor who said:
“I’m sorry, but I can’t return your money. I purchased one of your computers yesterday, and it worked perfectly—except for its memory. I placed all the bank’s records in it, but the data is gone. Your deposit was the last recorded before everything vanished.”
The mother dragon felt her knees weaken. Her heart ached as she realized the cruel irony: the dragons’ faulty invention had erased all evidence of their deposit, leaving them penniless.
The fairy sighed, handing her a small, torn wanted poster.
“If you see those dragons, let us know. We can’t let them escape.”
She looked at the poster and saw her son’s face, tears welling in her eyes as she left the bank, empty-handed.
Moral of the Story
Deception may bring temporary riches, but it ultimately leads to ruin. True success lies in honesty, integrity, and considering the consequences of your actions.
