Dinoverse: Prologue

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What if the dinosaurs never did go extinct? After all, there's no way we can know for sure... is there?

Submitted: July 25, 2008

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Submitted: July 25, 2008

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PLEASE NOTE: This is just the Prologue for my new novel "Dinoverse". Please read this before moving on to Chapter 1, which should be up soon! Thanks!

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The sound was as deafening as the sight was bright.

I remember that day vividly, as if it were tattooed on the back of my mind. The day that changed my life. The day that changed all our lives. The day that it all began. The day I died.

At least... that’s what they’d like you to believe.

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It had begun like any other day. Spending time with my herd, my family, and my friends. Grazing on whatever food we could find. If I remember correctly, that day it was a patch of ginkgos on the edge of the forest. Quite a vile fruit in my opinion, but my mother always told me how good it was for growing a strong tail and claws. Advice that I instilled on my own children, no matter how much they hated it.

After our lunch we had gone for a swim in the lake; something we often did to relax during the day. Another herd had joined us that afternoon. They were much larger than us. Their backs were spiked like a menacing suit of armour, and their tails ended in big clubs that swung as they walked on all fours. However, they assured us they were friendly so we invited them to swim, and shared our remaining ginkgos from earlier in the day. It was always nice to have someone to protect us in case the real threat decided to show up; the ones with the sharp teeth and claws. I shuddered as the thought entered my mind.

As the sun began to set, we dried off and said our goodbyes to our new friends. And then that’s when it happened. No one could have predicted it, and no one could have prepared for it.

The massive objects grew larger by the second. They looked like giant rocks falling from the sky... but that didn’t make any sense, did it? Rocks don’t fall from the sky...

They hit the ground with a deafening CRASH. I don’t recall much after that. I was blinded by the massive cloud of dust, and deafened by the sounds coming from the other members of my herd; all trying to find each other in the dark.

It may have been minutes, but it felt like days had passed before the dust had settled and the chaos dissolved into some semblance of order. I quickly located my family and joined everyone else to gape into the immense, cavernous hole that was now the prominent feature in the landscape. The craters extent continued as far as the eye could see, and its depth was even greater.

After a while, hundreds of different creatures had joined us along the rim of the crater, all shapes and sizes, all peering down into the misty abyss for what seemed like an eternity. Then, all of a sudden, a light broke through the dust, gleaming like fire in the twilight around us. And through that light, They emerged. They were much smaller than me, and didn’t resemble anything I had ever seen before. Their pale blue bodies stood on long stalks, and held instruments with another pair of stalks higher up. Their round heads encompassed roughly half of their body, and culminated in two horns at the top.

We moved out of their way and gave them some room to stand on the edge of the crater. They looked around and then chattered amongst themselves in a language I couldn’t understand. Then, they lifted up the instruments they were carrying and proceeded to press some buttons. In the blink of an eye, a bright green glow erupted from those instruments and bathed us in light. The light continued off into the distance until it dissipated on the horizon.

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In the time that passed, we became more comfortable with their presence, as they did to ours. Their actions and inactions got blurred with the backgrounds of our everyday lives. Occasionally they would approach us, but with no reason to fear them we let them carry on. The instruments they carried always changed, and whenever they scanned us, they would quickly return to their rock-like spacecraft in a flurry of excitement. Their constant chatter replaced the background noise of buzzing bugs and squawking flyers; what exactly they were saying, we still couldn’t comprehend.

Occasionally they would disappear for long stretches of time, only to reappear in a brilliant flash of white light.

I should also make it clear that not everyone was as comfortable with them as we were. It appears that our enemies were also theirs. We would often see them in the distance, sitting on a ridge, usually at night, never alone. The moonlight glistening off their razor-sharp fangs and claws. I often wondered if the blue creatures ever truly knew how much danger they were in.

When that danger did arrive, it came fast. The sharp-toothed ones came down like a flash, emerging from their ridge-top precipice in a well thought out, almost tactical movement. They scooped up the blue ones in their iron jaws and tossed them in a horribly vicious and maniacal movement. Their blazing orange eyes rivalling that of the sun in terms of sheer brilliance. Their horrible mouths grinning upwards into what looked like a smile as they ran into the visitors’ spacecraft.

And then they were gone. Those giant rocks left as fast as they had come, this time falling up until they could be seen no more.

We gathered around the listless blue bodies lying next to the lake, their complexion becoming paler by the second. With their last dying breath, they continued their chattering, albeit at a much more drawn out pace. Except this time it was different. For the first time, I understood their words; the chattering replaced with sounds my mind could comprehend.

“Save yourselves... Find the entrance... It’s your only hope...”

The last sound they made came from the instruments slipping out of their hands; the lights blinking in a rhythmic manner. I peered around at the others and knew at once that they had heard it too. And it was at that very moment that it all came together; like a switch flipped deep within my brain. The blue visitors, the blinding green light, the strange instruments... They had given us the ability to learn.

I only wish we could have figured it out before our enemies.


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