Legend 1: The Warrior Flyers?

[Amaranthine]

Legend 1:
The Warrior flyers?

Under the spirited blanket of the council’s eyes, the stars, speckled on a midnight father sky, and the Grandmother moon spirit keeping an eye on those of midnight sleep and nocturnal dwellers, three particular flyers have one dream, with one goal: to save the world from unfortunate slaughter to their clans and the rest of Mother Earth.

A young male flyer of fire and water feels the pulse of his blood race through his body as he flies to escape this horrifying nightmare. His claws were exceedingly sharp, sharp enough to claw a sharp tooth in half. His crest was tan and high it rose like a crown of a king. His eyes pierced of a hard-core, dark brown. His wings were just like whips slashing the air, as if punishing it for letting him breathe the unnatural air in the eerie battle scene.

Everywhere, screeches of dying dinosaurs filled the air with disturbance and disaster. Blood stained the dirt and colored the trees crimson. The flyer knew some of the voices of these dying dinosaurs. Some in fact were from the Great Valley! However, some force urged him that all he was able to do was fly for his life.

A flyer of pure air, with blue-silver eyes flew from behind of him gives a thrilling screech of terror and warning. The young male flyer looked to this flyer and immediately became in a trance.

This female flyer looked exotic compared to most of the female flyers he had seen before. She was of pure white such as snow and she had a beautiful figure of an hourglass. The white flyer’s claws looked deadly, yet elegant. Even her flashing teeth were weapon like. Her beauty enchanted him in some way. Even though he did not know her, he was in such great fear that he would want to trust anyone to take him away from this hell.

“What’s happening? Who are you and why are we here?”

The white flyer stared at the bright orange colored flyer with dark eyes. He looked so masculine with his deep and intense gaze and his deadly long claws. She would have guessed that he would know what was going on, but it turned out that he was as scared as she was. Besides, he looked at least the same age as her despite his amazingly masculine features.

“Don’t ask me, I don’t know why I’m here, why are you here?”

Unfortunately, the young flyer’s answer died down because of the pure tension, the dying screeches, and the helpless bellows for help. Everywhere they looked; there was dreadfully splattered blood that stained the ground and the clinging and slashing of teeth and claws.

As the male flew, his body temperature began to rise. Sweat poured down his face. Suddenly, he realized, on his skin, flames began to rise. He was on fire, yet it did not burn him. In fact, it seemed like the fire was not even there! It seemed as if it was a part of him all this time.   

As the female flyer flew, her skin little by little started thinning out. She suddenly became part of the air, like a phantom! The only part of her you could even notice was her alluring silvery blue eyes.

There seemed to be voices in the wind that chanted,

Fire.

Air.

Fire.

Air.

Fire.

Air.

Fire.

Air.

Also there was chanting a language that the male flyer could not understand:

Heyi yeah ho!
Heyi heyi yeah ho!

Suddenly, with a great strength and deceiving claws, a flyer seized the fire flyer and seemed to be cutting his claws into his victim’s flesh. He flashed an evil smile as he sneered with a harsh tone,

“You and the two called ones will regret the regret the day you messed with me, Blood Clan, and Jagged Fang!”

The fire flyer stared in horror into the eyes of this black flyer. His eyes were like two great bright suns, only these suns had rays of crimson red and the color of the iris looked blood-shot red. His pupils were large with vengeance and hatred. The fire flyer could tell that this flyer caught him for his blood. He wanted to jerk away, but he was too scared to budge. He was also hoping that the flyer would drop him because he was on fire, but the fire did not seem to have any affect on the black flyer.

Heyi, heyi, yeaho

Heyi, heyi, yeaho!!!

The white flyer turns around to see the familiar black flyer. She snarled at him full of rage. She screeched harshly,

“Black Death leave him be!”

“Stop!”

The black flyer, the white flyer, and the fire flyer turned to the new voice that came from a high boulder. The fire flyer squinted his eyes and saw a dark figure with amber glowing eyes, just like fire. He still could not make out the voice.

The figure suddenly strikes lighting at the black flyer that was clutching the smaller fire flyer. The black flyer backed up with a high-pitched screech and dropped the fire flyer. The young fire flyer fell to the ground with a big “oof!” The fire surrounded the flyer in a circle. The fire was protecting him. The fire then rose high as the fiery-eyed flyer rose his wings higher.

The fire flyer puts his hand into fire. His hand suddenly became one with the flames. For an eerie moment, the flyer set himself in the fire. The fire swirled around him, making him stronger, taller, and greater then he felt before. He screeched out to the fire-eyed flyer,

“Who are you?”

For some reason however, his question sounded more like a crackle of a flame then his usual voice. His own changing voice scared him. The other flyer just stared through the smaller fire flyer. He seemed to look beyond him. Suddenly, another voice called out from behind him,

My son, turn this way, I need to warn you about a great tragedy that will happen to you and those you love.

The fire flyer turned around and saw a flyer even more amazing than the flyer that just saved him. The larger flyer was just like the sun, all fire, but the smaller fire flyer could see dark brown eyes in the flames. He gasped at first thinking it was a reflection of him, but the flyer did say my son. Was it his father?

The fire flyer stammered almost out of breath, “D-dad?”

The flaming flyer only blinked in reply. Once he blinked, the young flyer’s surroundings completely changed. Instead of being surrounded by fire, being next to the white flyer, and between the battle, he was in a desert with the same flyer he faced, only this time, the flyer was no longer a flame, he looked like any other flyer that would be living on earth, and they were next to a burning tree. He desperately looked in his surroundings to find the female flyer, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Hey, where is she?” The flyer asked the larger orange flyer frantically. The orange flyer gently rested his hand on the smaller flyer’s head in a calming affect.

Peace my son, you will see her when the time is right, in fact, you and the Air flyer have a destiny intertwined with each other. The council has already sentenced three-called flyers to fulfill the prophecy.

In mental communication, the young flyer replied.

There is still so much I don’t understand! What do you mean by a prophecy? And, who was that flyer that saved me?

Just remember my son, The flyer replied calmly,Fire and Air become one while darkness finds its own element.

The flyer suddenly opened his eyes and this time, they glowed like flames.

Petrie………..
Petrie…………

“Petrie, wake up! I am trying to tell how my dad got his name! How do you think I can tell with all of that screaming! You sounded like you were attacked by someone!”

Petrie gasped. He panted and looked at his surroundings. He was not in the desert with the familiar orange flyer and the burning tree. He was not in that battlefield with everyone screeching desperately for help, nor was the white flyer or the ember-eyed flyer among him; he was surrounded by his friends, with Cera’s hard, dark green eyes glaring at him.

“What?”

Petrie panted as he stared at Cera. Petrie then shook his head to clear his mind.

“Oh, sorry Cera; I had that dream again.”

Petrie tightened his claws at his chest. He could feel his heart pounding powerfully. His heartbeat was steady and loud, just like the beating of his wings when he flew. He remembered the battle, the white flyer, the malevolent black flyer, that amazing flyer that saved him, and the orange flyer that made that quote, “Fire and Air become one, while darkness finds its own element.”

He was glad that Cera woke him up before anything else bad happened, but he was dying to know, who were those three flyers and what did the prophecy mean?

Cera stuck her nose in the air and closed her eyes. To her, what Petrie said was foolishness.

“Well quit sleeping, otherwise you won’t be able to tell about your history and family!”

Petrie rolled his eyes at her. He was becoming fed up with Cera being snobby like this. He would love to knock some sense into that horn face! However, as being a good friend and being distracted by his other friends’ questions, he didn’t have the chance.

Little Foot looked down at his flyer friend worriedly.

Little Foot then said with a sigh.

“Petrie, are you okay? You seem down today.”

Ducky puts a hand lightly on her lips. She looks at Petrie worriedly. Ducky walks up to Little Foot and Petrie. Spike followed her.

“I agree with Little Foot. You do look like you are under the weather, yep, yep, you do. Do you think you’re sick?”

Petrie paused for a moment, and then he coolly replied, “I don’t think so.”

Petrie slides down from the log that he was sitting on.

“It’s just weird that I keep having the same dream over and over.”

“I’m telling you Petrie, your dream might be telling you something.”

Spike walks up to Petrie and licks him. Spike could sense that Petrie woke up from something terrible.

Cera walks up to Little Foot and spoke in her usual snobby way.

“Oh, get real Little Foot! Dreams don’t mean anything, they’re just stupid dreams!”

Little Foot stuck his face into Cera’s face.

“But, it has to mean something, I mean c’mon! He keeps dreaming that dream every single night!”

Petrie rolled his eyes once Little Foot said his words. He was tired of Cera being snobby, but he also was tired of Little Foot defending him all the time. Now that Petrie was older and had more experience for dealing with dinosaurs like Cera, he was quite cable of defending himself.

Unfortunately, Petrie could not defend himself because Cera and Little Foot were already arguing away.

Ducky sighed to her adopted brother, Spike. “This is nonsense! I want to talk more about our family, don’t you Spike?”

After a short pause, Ducky turns around to see Spike staring at the sky.

“Spike?” Ducky giggled as she watched her mute brother. “What are you looking at?”

Ducky runs toward her brother and looks up as well.

“Wow! Little Foot, Cera, Petrie come over here, look what Spike and I found!”

The others walk toward Ducky and Spike and looked up at mysterious flock of flyers in awe.

Petrie points to the sky as he exclaimed in awe.

“Look at all of those flyers!”

Petrie gasped softly in amazement at some of the flyers because they had a striking resemblance to the flyers he saw in his dream. He also noticed a scarred, dark brown swimmer below the flock. It was a bit odd for only one swimmer to be with a pure flyer flock, but Petrie did not make any statements about that.

Cera thingys her head in suspicion.

“Look at all of those scars and bites that they wear.”

Little Foot simply shrugs.

“Maybe they came from hard times.”

Cera stomps her feet, having dirt fly everywhere.

“Or maybe they want to cause trouble!”

Instead of rolling his eyes, Little Foot talks excitedly, in hopes of bringing excitement to his friends.

“Hey, maybe they’re warrior flyers. Wouldn’t that be cool? I mean they have those scars and they have those cool markings on their faces.”

Cera talked in her snobby way again.

“Well, my dad told me about flyers like them. He said they’re out-laws!”

Everyone rolled their eyes. Cera was now getting on their nerves. Cera supported everything her father said.

Petrie looked to the swimmer and pointed to her. He turns his head to Ducky as he said,

“Hey, look, Ducky, there’s also a swimmer just like you. Only she seems older and a little hardy looking.”

Ducky giggles eagerly as she sees the swimmer Petrie was pointing to.

“Yes! Not only are there going to be more flyers, but more swimmers! I am having a good day, I am!”

Petrie smiled at Ducky. He always loved it when Ducky was pleased. She just seemed to be the light of his life. He admired Ducky for that reason. She seemed to make him happy in the simplest ways.

Little Foot looks at the swimmer as well. He rather admired her.

“She’s kind of pretty too.”

Everyone looks at Little Foot and thingy their heads.

“Not that I like her or anything.”

Turning red, Little Foot starts to run down the hill. He tries to change the subject.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to find out who those dinosaurs are. And,”

He looks at Cera with a hard stare.

“I bet that herd will be nice.”

Little Foot runs down the hill to tell his grandparents about the visitors. Cera at first stalls, she growls, and then runs after Little Foot.

“Hey Little Foot wait up! I’m coming too!”

Ducky exclaimed, “Let’s go Spike! They’ll be a very nice herd; I know they will, I know!”

Spike runs, thinking that his sister was right behind him, but Ducky stopped, realizing that Petrie was not moving an inch. Petrie was just looking at the flock wonderingly. Again, he was in his own thoughts.

Ducky walked to Petrie and said softly,

“Are you coming Petrie?”

Petrie didn’t seem to hear her, so Ducky walked even closer to him, and touched his shoulder gently. Petrie turned to Ducky’s direction and jolted.

Ducky jerked back a little.

Why does he seem so scared of me? Ducky thought wonderingly.

Ducky said softly, “Sorry I scared you.”

There was a short pause. Ducky then spoke again.

“Are you coming with us Petrie?”

Petrie looked rather nervous as his eyes looked from one side to another.

“Um, maybe later Ducky.”

Petrie then looked straight at Ducky as he said in his normal voice,

“I just have a lot on my mind right now.”

Ducky thingys her head.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Petrie slammed his hand on his forehead. He sighed in frustration. Then he opened his eyes and spread his wings.

“I don’t know! Ever since I kept having this dream, I haven’t been myself lately! Besides, don’t you remember that Pterano was supposed to come back to the great valley after five winters? He promised but,”

Petrie stalled. He was so upset that he couldn’t say the last part of his sentence. Instead of finishing his sentence, he wrenched away and crossed his arms. He grunted.

Ducky decided to finish Petrie’s sentence.

“He promised, but he never came back. Was that you were trying to say?”

There was still a long pause. Ducky was now just scared. She wasn’t sure if it was her place to interrupt Petrie’s thoughts. He seemed to be in that yelling and upset mood.

“I’m sorry Petrie.”

Ducky lowered her head and slowly walked backwards. As she walked slowly, she said,

“I’m sorry; it was not my place at all. No, no, no!”

A tear rolled off Ducky’s eye. She sniffed a little. She then just walked slowly away, not backwards.

Ducky left Petrie in his own thoughts. Petrie just stared at the flock. He was now sitting down in his own sorrowful thoughts. He wished he did not make Ducky feel ashamed, but he was too heart broken, bewildered, and angry to comfort Ducky or do anything else.

He closed his eyes and a single tear dropped from one of his dark chocolate eyes.

Why does this world make everything so hard for me? Why does everything have to be so difficult?

He re-opened them and looked back at the slow walking Ducky.

He sighed as he got himself up and took off. He called to Ducky.

“Ducky, Ducky wait!”

Ducky looked up at Petrie. Tears were still streaming down her delicate face.

Petrie landed softly on the grass. He walked to Ducky.

“Ducky, I’m so sorry.”

Petrie gently laid a hand on Ducky’s shoulder. He looked at Ducky’s eyes deeply and said in a gentle tone,

“Ducky, I’m just very upset right now, but that’s no excuse for being rude to my friends.”

Ducky sniffed, but smiled a little. Ducky puts a hand on Petrie’s shoulder as she looked at Petrie’s eyes deeply.

“That is alright Petrie. You know I will always be your friend no matter what.”

Petrie smiled a little. Ducky and Petrie hugged. Petrie spoke next,

“And you know I’ll always be your friend no matter what.”

Ducky loved hearing Petrie’s smooth, gentle tone. His voice was as smooth and soft as his dark chocolate eyes.

Finally, they stopped hugging; Petrie nudged Ducky playfully the other way.

“C’mon, let’s go welcome our guests.”

Ducky replied slyly, “Okay.”

Ducky pushed Petrie playfully. Petrie fell on his side with a big “oof!” He looked at Ducky not coldly, but puzzled.

“Hey!”

Ducky sneered as she ran off,

“Race ya!”

Ducky giggled and ran away. Petrie got up to his feet and took off. He flew above Ducky. He laughed a little.

However, Ducky and Petrie did not realize a pair of amber eyes was watching them. The amber eyes were in the tree star tree. The eyes blinked with displeasure.

Once he thought it was safe to fly out, he took off the high branch and flew swiftly and silently away from the two preteen dinosaurs. He looked back at the flock. He gasped as he thought,

Oh no! The flock is still alive! Black Death is not going to be pleased!

[Amaranthine]

Legend 2:
Friends or Foes?
Song: Ancestral Home

The sun seemed to bake the land as it turned to bright orange and as the flock entered, the Great Valley’s greeting circle.

The wind seemed to be getting stronger as the flyers one by one landed on the soft dirt before the Great Valley herd. It was a comforting temperature as the sun warmed all of the living souls below it and the wind blew to cool them as well. It was a proper balance.

The wind sounded like flute music as the flyers cleared a path for one elderly flyer that was at the tail end of the flock.

As he walked, one by one, each flyer lower themselves to saikeiri before the elderly flyer.

He looked so grand with his head held high and his crest so raised above him. Little Foot gasped as he saw the sun’s rays beaming down at the flyer. He looked like a god!

He must be their leader.

Little Foot thought with awe.

Once the flyer stopped to his grandparents, he un-expectantly gave his grandparents a bow by bending his arm in a bowing position to his chest. He lowered his head a little, as he said with a grand, smooth voice,

“It is an honor to see you and to be part of your magnificent home that you name the Great Valley.”

Grandpa’s deep-set eyes closed as he gave a proper bow to the elderly flyer, “It is a great honor to have you in our valley.”

Grandma also bows to the flyer by dipping her head.

“Welcome to the valley great one.”

Little Foot looks at the great leader’s face. He had some unusual markings on his forehead that Little Foot could not identify. One of the markings was a swirl, while the other marking looked like a triangle of some sort. Little Foot looked at all of the other flyers. They all seemed to have some unique markings on their faces also.

The one swimmer seemed to stand out from the flyers, for she was the only swimmer in the flock.

The elderly peached flyer looked up at the long necks with apprehension in his sparkling, silver eyes, “I do hope we are not intruding are we?”

Grandpa spoke contently, “Not at all. You and your flock are always welcome here. The Great Valley is open for everyone.”

He smiled softly in return, “Thank you. You are a very kind herd indeed.”

The flyer seemed to glow under the sun’s rays, giving him a grand entrance to enlighten his elderly, yet strong masculine features. Then the flyer introduced himself with the most humble voice.

“Oh yes, allow me to introduce my flock and I.”

He gave a respectful bow to Little Foot’s grandparents.

“My name is Kaskae, main shaman of the Air Clan. We have come from the top of the world, where the High Mountains touch the sky. That is our native home.”

One flyer from the back of the flock made a somewhat rude comment,

“You mean it was our native home!”

Everyone looked at the flyer with questioning looks and hard stares. The dark gray flyer turned bright purple. Little Foot half-expected Kaskae to run to the flyer and slap him for his rudeness. To his surprise, Kaskae did nothing. He just simply nodded and continued,

“Yes, Riku speaks some what of the truth, that is not our permanent home anymore, but we plan to stay here in the Great Valley until we can go back. We have been away longer then we should have.”

Kaskae sighed sadly. Some flyers sniffed a little. The sniffing, sobbing, and whispering made some of the great valley dinosaurs nervous. Mr. Three Horn of course was against the flock. He stepped toward Kaskae.

Tria, Mr. Three Horn’s mate rolled her eyes in aversion and humiliation.

“So you only came here to use us as body guards?”

The one flyer that made the “You mean it was our native home,” remark, flew from his clan and went face to face with Mr. Three Horn.

“We did not come here to find body guards, we came here to warn you of this danger we’re escaping!”

Mr. Three Horn threw in another remark.

“Oh really, then what is the danger you’re escaping from?”

Tria was about to step between her mate and the flyer, but the Air Clan swimmer beat her to it.

The one swimmer stomps a foot down to silence the two hard headed dinosaurs.

“Enough! Let our leader speak! He will give a clear explanation to all of your questions.”

Kaskae gives the swimmer a grateful nod as he replied,

“Thank you Zona. I shall explain.”

Zona, so that’s what your name is.

Little Foot thought with admiration as he looked at the extremely dark swimmer.

She took a step back and everyone fell silent.

Kaskae explained about the horrible event. As he did so, Rebecca, held her breath. She figured out most of what Kaskae was going to say.

“Air clan was once a great clan, it was a nation filled with many dinosaur species of all kinds. From flyers to sharp teeth, we were once one of the great four clans known as, Earth, Fire, Water, and of course, Air.”

Kaskae looked at Little Foot, Cera, Ducky, Spike, and Petrie as he said those four nations. He smiled at them as if he could see even deeper than their souls.

Air.

Air.

Air.

Listen.

Listen.

Listen.

To Petrie, the markings on Kaskae’s forehead glowed in a misty clear color. He gasped quietly and drew back. Cera saw him jerk and asked in an unusually worried voice,

“Petrie, are you alright?”

Petrie still stared at the flyer as he answered Cera,

“Yeah, sure, I’m okay.”

Cera shrugged and listened even more deeply to Kaskae. Kaskae continued,

“We were all once four great clans, but it all changed dramatically once a legendary fire clan warrior decided she wanted to take in charge of all four clans. All four nations were against her. Therefore, she decided to make us agree against our will. We,”

Little Foot didn’t mean to, but he interrupted Kaskae,

“So, she was a dictator.”

Cera shushed him. Little Foot gave Cera a cold stare in return. The Air Clan gave him cold stares. The gray flyer, (Riku), blurted,

“How dare you speak when our shaman is making an important statement! Do you even know who Kaskae is?”

Little Foot shivered as he saw Riku’s cold silvery eyes. Kaskae gave Riku a hard stare as he said steadily,

“Riku it was an accident, he didn’t mean to do that.”

Little Foot sighed with relief.

I thought I was going to be sharp tooth meat!

Riku growled, but backed up. Kaskae continued.

“Yes, she was a dictator. Some of her supporters from the Fire Clan and a few rouges united and threatened to attack our clans. That was when this whole war began.”

Kaskae’s voice was now more deep and booming then usual. Even Mr. Three Horn thought he was going to dig into the ground and burry himself. He already was kneading the ground. Cera shook her head in embarrassment.

Dad, keep your cool!

Tria puts her tail on her mate’s back to calm him. Mr. Three Horn then tried to act “macho”.

He’s so proud!

“The name of this flyer was other known as Jagged Fang. The more clans that surrendered to join her clan, the more powerful she became. Once she died of a rare sickness, her two sons and two daughters took her place. That was when the legacy of the black flyer began.”

Kaskae sighed and blinked as if he was blocking away tears. Then he continued.

“That was when also; the new and unusually large band of rouges became known as, The Blood Clan. They live in Bone Valley, much farther north then here. Even farther then the mysterious beyond, but the Blood Clan has announced that the Mysterious Beyond is now part of Bone Valley territory. Half of the world is now Bone Valley territory. That is why we have come here, to find one of the rarest places that are not part of Bone Valley, to find a temporary home, to find the remaining dinosaurs not conquered by the Blood Clan, and to find one of the called three flyers.”

Kaskae looked at Petrie some-what slyly. Petrie gave his friends a puzzled glance. He had an expression that seemed to say, “Was he talking about me?”

Rebecca shivered at the thought of Blood Clan taking over Great Valley. The Great Valley would no longer be a precious place for far walkers to settle, but it would be a part of the wasteland known as Bone Valley. Rebecca then asked the question that got the most horrible answer,

“Kaskae, I hope when I ask this,”

Rebecca looked at the Air Clan and then her children. She gulped when she repeated her question.

“I hope when I ask this, that no one gets on their,”

Rebecca stalled again because of four air clan flyers staring at her as if to say, “Who told you that you could speak?”

“On their defense mode, exactly, who is the Blood Clan leader now?”

When the rest of Air Clan gave Rebecca cold glares, Kaskae’s facial expression was gentle and understanding. Kaskae answered her steadily.

“The Blood Clan leader.”

Kaskae paused for an eerie moment. Finally he replies.

“Black Death is the Blood Clan leader. He has ruled over 30 moons.

“Some say he’s even more worse then Jagged Fang!”

Kaskae looks to the elderly light-peached flyer that made the comment. The flyer had a ginger blotch on his shoulders. Kaskae looks to the flyer, silently telling him that it was not his place to speak yet. The flyer looked to Rebecca than Kaskae. Then he said in an apologetic tone.

“Terribly sorry, not my place.”

Kaskae turned his head to Rebecca and said in a gentle tone,

“Oh yes, this is Dust Shoulder, one of the last Earth Clan dinosaurs in the world. He escaped the treacheries of Black Death and helped our clan survive at this cold time. Next to me, he is the eldest in our clan.”

Dust Shoulder smiled sheepishly and turned a little red. Rebecca giggled. Petrie makes a sick face as he whispers to his friends.

"Eww gross, mom’s flirting with that flyer!”

Cera whispered a sneer.

“Yeah, maybe you’ll get a new dad!”

Petrie gives Cera a hard stare and snarled a little. Cera took a step back.

After a few moments of chuckling, Mr. Three Horn made a dramatic like statement.

“Wait, Rebecca, why did you even ask such a question?”

Rebecca had a puzzled expression.

“Excuse me?”

Mr. Three Horn comes closer towards Rebecca.

“You heard me. Now answer!”

Mr. Three Horn presses his horn hard against Rebecca. She grunted as her back pressed onto a boulder. Petrie rapidly flew to his mother’s aid.

“Why should she? She has better things to do then impress you!”

“Silence Pterano junior!”

Everyone gasps. The Air Clan flyers stare at Petrie in fear and uncertainty. Petrie was sweating hot. He felt as if he was on fire.

Riku flies next to Mr. Three Horn and narrows his eyes at Petrie as if he could read Petrie’s soul. Petrie snarls in defense.

“Well, well, it seems as if Pterano’s blood thirsty legacy lives on! No wonder why the three horn called you that.”

Petrie showed fiery hatred as he glared into Riku’s cold, icy, silvery eyes.

“Who asked your opinion air head?”

Rebecca screeches as she stepped between the two flyers.

“Knock it off both of you!”

She looked at Petrie with a warning glance. Petrie jerked his head away and mumbled a nasty comment.

“I’ll show you blood thirsty!”

Rebecca stares at Mr. Three Horn and Riku.

“You two both knock it off. Pterano has nothing to do with this conversation. And you will not drag my son in this either!”

Mr. Three Horn and Riku grunted in frustration. Riku stalked away, brushed Petrie aside, and snarled at him. Petrie gives Riku a threatening glare.

Just wait, when you aren’t looking, I am going to claw your hide out and leave your intestines to the sharp teeth!

Petrie thought about this threat as he saw Riku stalk away to join the Air Clan.

Mr. Three Horn whispered a threat softly to Rebecca through brisling teeth.

“You better keep that boy of yours under good hands; otherwise, he’ll be banished just like his uncle!”

Rebecca was tempted to get into a fight with Mr. Three Horn, instead she snarled back.

“I bet in my good hands he won’t be banished or be like his uncle in anyway!”

Mr. Three Horn sticks his nose in the air and stalked away to join the other dinosaurs to the thundering falls.

Tria stared at her mate with hard eyes, and then she turned to Rebecca to ask.

“Does he always act like this?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes.

“Yes, he always has. The story of my brother is pretty long; I’ll probably tell you later.”

Tria could see pure pain in Rebecca’s eyes as Rebecca said her words.

It won’t just be long, but it sounds agonizing too.

Tria nods in understanding as she replies.

"Well, I’ll just try to get Topsy to mind his own place.”

Tria then strolled away to join her mate.

One by one, each dinosaur left the greeting circle leaving only Kaskae, Zona, Grandpa and Grandma Longneck, Little Foot, Ducky, Petrie, Rebecca, and one air clan flyer.

Grandpa sighed as he looked toward Kaskae, but gave a sour look to Mr. Three Horn.

“I’m so sorry about some of our behaviors. I feel as if we have dishonored you.”

Kaskae replied with a soft smile.

“No offense taken my friend, our clan is just overwhelmed by all we have been through. I am certain that if our whole clan rests up, we will feel much better.”

Petrie decided to enlighten the conversation by being polite.

“Like we said Kaskae, you and your clan can stay here as long as you want.”

Kaskae chuckled in reply.

“Of course. Thank you. I am sorry for the rude comments Riku has given you. He’s just a bit worked up.”

Petrie tried to sound friendly in reply and forced a smile even though he wanted so much to ridicule Riku behind his back.

"No harm done.”

Anne asked politely to Zona as she walked toward the younger dark brown swimmer.

“Why don’t we show you around? It’s been a while since we had another swimmer in our herd.”

Ducky looked up at the extremely dark brown swimmer in awe. Zona then replied in her smooth, dark tone.

“Of course, thank you very much. It’s been while since I had company such as yourself.”

Anne and Zona walked away. Ducky at first wanted to join them. Instead, she decided to be with her friends. Anne did not ask why her daughter was turning away. This was only because she could automatically guess what her daughter wanted to do.

The elderly long necks walked away with Kaskae following them. One flyer looked at Petrie softly with her bright silvery eyes and broke the silence in a carefree tone.

“Sorry about my brother, he’s just not that friendly toward strangers. He may look like he’s all that, but he’s as much of an air head as everyone else in our clan.”

Ducky and Rebecca giggled a little. Rebecca quickly stopped herself because it would not be kind to laugh at Riku.

Even though he is a jerk! Rebecca thought darkly.

The dark gray flyer then said in a more proper greeting.

“My name’s Reggie, short for Shaman Regina of course.”

Petrie replied in a sneer before he joined Ducky and Little Foot.

“Well you tell Riku that if he goes near my family, I’ll give him a piece of his own joke!”

Rebecca opened her mouth to scold Petrie, but Reggie spoke quicker and derisively.

“Aww, how considerate of you, I’ll make sure my dear brother gets the message right away.”

Petrie gave a sly smile in reply.

Rebecca was rather surprised that Riku’s sister would take Petrie’s remark so lightly and turn it into a joke.

Maybe she’s annoyed with Riku just as much as everyone else. Rebecca thought.

Everyone left the greeting circle. Petrie followed his friends. Cera glared at Petrie in utter suspicion. Soon enough, Cera started an argument with Petrie of how alike he and his uncle were. Petrie spat back cussing words and smart remarks. Cera also complained of how Air Clan was being rude to her father.

As this argument went on, no one, not even quiet Spike noticed a shadow with piercing ice like eyes in their direction. A killing sensation flooded through this shadow’s veins as its teeth and claws flashed under the sun’s rays.

How could Aunt Reggie be so polite with that Pterano aspirant? If I were her, I would slash him on the spot! Just look at him! He has the makings of a bloodthirsty murderer! Has everyone else forgotten what Pterano and Blood Clan did to us? Well, I’ll take the honor of finishing that murderer to be off! Then everyone will see that I will be the best warrior in the history of the clan!

Suddenly the blow of the wind began to die down, it did not sound like music at all. It was dead silence all around. The silence itself took place of the wind and it had its own feeble music.

Darkness

Silence

Air

Fire

[Amaranthine]

Legend 3:
Meeting Angel

Little Foot, Spike, and Ducky had to plug their ears as Petrie and Cera argued about what Mr. Three Horn and Riku said. Cera of course was on her dad’s side. Petrie wanted so badly to yell and screech in her face.

Stupid girl! Petrie thought as he argued with Cera.

“Your dad didn’t have to make a remark like that!”

Cera was about to knock Petrie over, but Petrie simply lifted off the ground as Cera charged stupidly.  

“No Cera, that’s not going to work anymore, it’s either you cop that attitude or you just beat it!”

Cera snorted.

Little Foot coughed, “Dumb blonde!”

Petrie gave Little Foot a high five, chuckling.

“Good one Little Foot!”

Ducky looked puzzled. She did not get the joke that much. Spike laughed a little, knowing what it meant.

Cera stared at Little Foot, ready to charge at him.

“What did you say, stick neck?”

Little Foot coughs again.

“Cera, over there, dumb blonde!”

Petrie coughed also.

“Dumb blonde, I see, over there, she’s weird!”

Ducky began to chuckle, she finally understood.

Cera was turning blood red. She about to charge at Little Foot and Petrie, until a voice from the tree above them shouted with a bloody bite on its tongue.

“Yeah, she’s a dumb blonde, but who are you?”
 
Everyone turns to the voice’s direction, a white flash rams into Petrie and a fight begins.

Everyone gasps and Ducky tries to stop the fight by waving her arms and shouting.

“Stop, let go of him!”

The white flyer and Petrie tumble in the dust. The white flyer gives him a scar on his eye. Petrie throws her off with great ease, and he just lies there, trying to regain his strength. The white flyer was about to strike again, but Little Foot gets in her way.

The white flyer flies to Little Foot’s face level.

“Move it stick neck! Your head is too fat for me to see.”

Little Foot made the pathetic lower lip face as he replied,

“Not after what you did to my friend!”

The young flyer chuckled.

“I should have known you losers would be all together. I could see your brand, “Loser” from a mile away!”

Cera looks up at the snobby-like flyer.

“Who are you calling a loser?”

The white flyer replies in a sarcastic tone.

“Oh no one, I just randomly wanted to say the word.”

She rolls her eyes and chuckles again.

“Of course I’m calling you that. That’s what you all are!”

Petrie puts his hand on his eye feeling the pain of the scar. He looked at his hand once he took it off his eye. He saw drops of blood.

Spike growls at the white flyer in hopes of scaring her. She just laughs.

She rests on a branch as she replied.

“You pip squeaks don’t scare me! Even uncle Riku is scarier then you!”

Petrie wipes the last of the dirt off his wing, then he walks up to the white flyer and asks,

“Who are you exactly?”

Angel looks at her claws as she replied cockily.

“Name’s Angel, short for Angelina of course. I’m the only granddaughter of Kaskae,”

 Angel then looks down hard at Petrie.

“And I am the youngest of the warriors of Air Clan.”

Angel lifts her chin proudly.

Petrie rolls his eyes as he wipes the blood off his hand. He then gets a good look at the flyer.  He could see that she was a member of the Air Clan.  She had the air mark on her forehead. The famous Air swirl. Petrie still wanted to ask her why she wasn’t with her flock.

He narrowed his eyes as he said,

“If you belong to the air clan, why didn’t we see you with them?”
Angel chuckles again.

“My, my, you have to know everything do you?

Suddenly, Angel stops chuckling. She gives Petrie a hard stare.

“Pterano was just like that!”

“Oh yeah, and another thing,” Petrie replied with a new scar accenting his face.  “What do you and your clan have against my uncle?”

“Your uncle is an enemy to our clan! He’s been planning assaults on our clan ever since I was born!”

She looks at her deadly, beautiful claws. Then she looks at Petrie.

“But before I get into that, let me just explain who I am shall I?”

Cera whispers to Petrie.

“I can see why Riku is her uncle, she’s so conceited!”

Angel narrowed her eyes at Cera and pointed one of her fingers at her.

“I heard that horn face!”

Petrie chuckles a little bit because he always wanted to call Cera that.

He immediately stopped because Cera was looking straight at him. Instead of chuckling, he just looked at Angel expecting an answer.

“You still didn’t answer my question.”

Angel jumped off the branch and stuck her face into Petrie’s.

“Well if you and your dumb friends stopped interrupting, then maybe you would be able to find answers!”

Cera snarls at Angel, Spike stares at her coldly, and Ducky puts her hands on her hips. Little Foot looks down at her and asks,

“Why are you so crude and cocky with us?

Angel looks at Little Foot as if to say, “Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me!” Then she closed her eyes and slammed her hand on her face.

“Sesh, I cannot stand all of these questions!”

She takes off from the ground and flies into Little Foot’s face.

“It’s so hard to answer them all! How about I start with why I wasn’t with my flock.”

She flew back down next to Ducky.

“Well, first off, I was with my flock! I just didn’t want to be seen by you losers!”

Angel stares at all of the preteens as if she was angry with them. No one seemed to see what Angel was really feeling.

Ducky covered her ears, closed her eyes and shouted.

“Stop calling us losers!”

Angel looks at Ducky coldly, and then whacks Ducky’s face with her wing.

Ducky rubs her face.

“Ow!”

“Who asked your opinion beak face?”  

Cera walks between Ducky and Angel. She was defending Ducky. She sticks her face in Angel’s face.

“You are really asking for it!”

Angel laughs, almost cackling. She then sighs.

Angel looks at Cera slyly. She crosses her arms.

“Oh Rosa the Riveter, if only you could hear how stupid you sound right now, trying to threaten me with your brawn!”

Cera scrapes the ground, ready to charge at Angel, but Angel simply flies away and looks down at the dinosaurs.

“Do you scatter brained hatchlings even know who I am?”
 
Petrie sounded unimpressed in his reply, “Well, you certainly are evil and crazy for someone who’s called, “Angel.”  

Angel laughs then sticks her face into Petrie’s face.

“You got it!”

Angel then starts to sing a Hip-Hop song:

“Oh yeah.”

The chorus whispers, “Heart Ripper! Heart Ripper!”

The willow tree that had its branches drooping, Angel used the branches as a curtain. She slowly and gently pulled the curtains out of her way.

The frogs which were the chorus, whistled. Angel slowly approached Petrie and took his hands to pull him close to her.

“Oh yeah.”

Angel looks at the frogs.

“Yeah, you, take it!”

“She’s beautiful, really bad! You better watch it, she’s gonna take your heart. She’s a heart ripper, she’s a heart ripper. She’s beautiful, really bad! You better watch your back, she’s gonna take your heart. She’s a heart ripper. A heart ripper!”

Angel suddenly pushes Petrie away from her. He falls on top of Ducky.

“Uh, huh, I just fallen from the heavenly sky, catching every pretty boy’s eye, you hear your homies say no, don’t even go there, stay right here, you gonna end up nowhere! But then you look at me, yep, baby, you see somtin’ nobody has ever seen. My beautiful eyes, my famous charms, I look good in your bearing arms!”

Angel walks to Petrie, trying to get his arms around her. He struggles to get away. Angel keeps trying to charm him.

“You say we make a great couple, but little do you know I’ll only get you in double trouble. You say no way it can’t be true, but I say yep, you are totally new. To this old game, to this rerun, I will only use you as a little practice round. Sorry to break you heart and make you cry, so hard that you would die! I just wish you could be the man that could be mine!”

The chorus sings.

“She’s beautiful, really bad, you better watch your back, she’s gonna take your heart. She’s a heart ripper. She’s a heart ripper. She’s beautiful, really bad, you better watch your back, she’s gonna take your heart. She’s a heart ripper. A heart ripper.”

Petrie was now boiling, although he was somewhat awed by Angel’s dancing, he still had it with her.

He steps in front of Angel and sings.

“You think I’m stupid, you think I’m dumb. But really its you that’s the bum. Showing off your pride, trying to hide, that insecurity that you bottle up inside!”

Petrie grits his teeth and steps very close to Angel.

“I get closer to you, you sweat like hell! You try to act like everything is going well. But I can see right through you, you can’t run, can’t hide. There’s no way you can find the right guy! No one like’s a person that lies. You think you can fool me, no mam, good thing I’m not that man! That tries to impress, a fake damsel in distress! Behind that mask I can see, a monster that’s just giving me the creeps!”

The chorus sings.

“She’s beautiful, very bad, you better watch your back, she’s gonna take your heart. She’s a heart ripper! She’s a heart ripper! She’s beautiful, very bad, you better watch your back, she’s gonna take your heart. She’s a heart ripper! She’s a heart ripper! She’s broken hearts, she made cupid throw his darts, you better guard your heart, she’s gonna tear it apart, all right! You better have a really smart head on those shoulders of yours, cause she’s a heart ripper, heart ripper. Oh yeah.”

Cera drones.

“So you think you can out smart us all! Those of us short and tall! So what’s your plan? Let’s see, if you can out smart the man!”

Angel sings in reply.

“I’ll show you better then that, if I can find my out of this trap! I’m mad as hell, can’t you tell? I’m wasting my time in this stupid prison cell!”

The chorus sings:

“She’s beautiful, very bad, you better watch your back, she’s gonna take your heart. She’s a heart ripper. She’s a heart ripper!

“She’s beautiful, really bad, you better watch your back, she’s gonna take your heart. She’s a heart ripper. She’s a heart ripper!”

Angel puts a hand behind her ear and leans toward the frogs.

“Listen to that!”

The chorus sings in conclusion.

“She’s beautiful, really bad, you better watch your back she’s gonna take your heart. She’s a heart ripper. She’s a ripper!”

The frogs hip-hop away. It left Angel to say her last sentence. Angel mounted on the rock and sang the last words,

“Oh, yeah, heart ripper!”

Cera turns away with her nose in the air with a gruff, “humph!”
Angel looks content with herself. Everyone just stared at her. Spike approached cautiously to Angel. Ducky tries to stop him.

Angel hisses at him and extends her claws. She arches her back. Her fangs show.

Spike faints.

“Ahh!”

Ducky drops to the ground and shivers.

Petrie runs to Ducky and looked up at Angel.

“Enough with this you fool! What’s your problem?”

Angel jumps from the rock and lands next to Petrie. She places a hand behind her “ear” and sneered.

“Oh, I think I just heard the wind!”

Cera shouted at the stuck up flyer in rage.

“We can be as great as you! We all have style!”

Cera looks at Petrie. She was impressed with his rap.

Angel turns to Cera’s direction, with her hands on her hips. She shows her fangs as she spoke.

“Yeah right! You can’t even make good comebacks!”

“Well, we fought sharp teeth many times before!”

Cera turns to her friends expecting support.

“Right guys?”

Everyone nods. Ducky then speaks in an almost cheery voice.

“Oh yes, sharp teeth are now the least of our problems!”
Cera smiled at Ducky’s comment. She then turned to Angel with her chin in the air.

I should say something to make this fat girl feel like a three-horned fool! Angel thought darkly.

“Alright, you think you are so great. Then name something that you think I could never do.”  

Cera thought intently while Angel stood there looking as if she was Mother Earth herself.

After a while, Cera gasped and narrowed her eyes at Angel’s bored looking ones.
 
“We will walk across the sinking sands, blind-folded!”

Petrie, Ducky, Little Foot, and Spike both shouted in disbelief, “What?”

Angel laughs and falls to the ground. She pounds her fist, laughing hysterically.

Angel then wipes her tears away. She stood up.

“You should do stand up that’s really good! You got me there! That is the most stupid, foul, and most insane challenge I have ever heard! No wonder why your friends called you “the dumb blonde”.

Cera narrowed her eyes at her friends.

Spike, Ducky, and Petrie point to Little Foot. Little Foot points to Petrie.  

Cera then turned her attention to Angel. She sneered in reply.

“Well maybe it’s because you never tried it! Maybe you’re a coward!”

Angel gave a sharp reply back.

“Or maybe it’s because I’m not an air head like you!”
Cera sneered.

“Air head? What are you talking about? You are a flyer, AND you belong to Air Clan! How do ya like that?”
 
Angel thought over the challenge. It might bring some amusement to her insecurities. The three horn would fall in the pit of goop, she would go to the council and Angel would tell everyone what Cera was trying to do, and she would just laugh it off as Cera’s friends take the blame.

Angel gave a deadly, sly smile as she replied,

“Well, okay, I’m up for it. Are you?”

Cera tried to strut herself.

“I thought you said it was dumb?”

Angel crossed her arms and still smiled. “So I did. Still, a warrior never gives up a challenge because every challenge is a test from the council. They want me to over come my obstacle. So, do we have a deal?”

Angel raises her hand out to sake with Cera.

Cera shrugs.

“I don’t have any hands.”

Petrie approaches Angel. He reached for her hand.

“I do.”

Petrie and Angel shook. At first, they glared at each other in pure hatred, but once they saw stared straight in each other’s eyes, they locked, and with a jolt, they realized that they were in the same dream.

Flash Back

“What’s happening? Who are you and why are we here?”

“Don’t ask me why I’m here, do you know why?”

Present

They jerked away from each other in consternation. Angel remembered those eyes of fire and the extreme masculine features of the flyer in her dream.

Petrie remembered the beautiful, feminine charms of the white flyer and the eyes of silvery blue. He felt that enchantment overwhelming him at that moment. Angel turned her head away and rubbed her neck with anxiety.

Before Angel took off from the ground, she disrupted the silence.

“Well, see you much, losers!”

Petrie stares after her. The sun gave a physical aura around Angel and the sun enlightened her eyes, making Angel have a heavenly appearance. Petrie was in that trance until Cera interrupted his deep thoughts.

“I can’t believe that rat brain! She came out of nowhere! Why was she so mean to us?”

Little Foot pointed out.

“Well, usually when people are mean to others, they insecure about themselves.”

Cera walks away with Little Foot, Ducky, and Spike.

“I still don’t get why though. What did we do to her?”

Ducky pointed out as well.

“Cera, it’s not what’s wrong with us; it’s what’s wrong with her.”

Little Foot nodded in agreement.
“She’s right.”
 
Spike nods at Ducky’s wise words.

Petrie was only half listening to them. His mind buzzed with so many questions and uneasy thoughts and emotions. Why was Angel so mean to his friends; especially him? Was it true that Pterano used to be part of the Blood Clan? Why did he feel a respect for Angel even though Angel was mean to him? And why did Angel have so much vengeance toward Pterano? He suddenly remembered his dream again and remembered what Kaskae said about the called three flyers. Angel was in his dream and she was an air flyer, but the other two he could not figure out. He also remembered the prophecy his father stated to him.  

In one of the trees, a flyer’s face seemed to form, the face smiled. She looked at Petrie and then Angel. She whispered in the winds and heavens, hoping he, the air flyer, or the dark flyer, who was faraway, could hear her,

Fire

Air

Become one.

Darkness will have to find the light and find its own element.

Petrie thought he heard something in the winds. He turned around, but could only see trees and he could only hear and feel the wind.

Petrie was so deep in his thoughts him almost did not hear Little Foot’s statement.

“Petrie are you awake?”

Petrie turned his head slowly, to only look at his friend’s direction.

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Petrie takes off and flies over his friends. He didn’t really want to talk to them right now. He was too wound up in his own thoughts.

He looked up. The sky wasn’t as clear as it was in the morning.    It was gray and it looked like it was going to rain. Two raindrops already hit Petrie’s beak.

“We probably should get home soon guys. It looks like it’s going to rain soon.”
Little Foot looks up as well. One raindrop fell on his eye. He blinked it away as he replied to his friends.

“Petrie’s right. We better hurry.”

Little Foot runs as fast as he could. Cera and Spike run after him. Ducky clings on to Spike’s tail.

“Spike you are running too fast!”

Petrie chuckles a little. Then follows them. Even though he was going through hard times right now, at least he could count on his friends to cheer him up.

He felt the rain sprinkling down on his wings. Something told him it was going to rain heavily tonight. It seemed as if the sky above was crying for the earth in some way. Petrie just didn’t know why it was crying, or even if it really was.

[Amaranthine]

Legend 4:
Heart Broken Spy

What is the matter with you? Just because he had a striking resemblance to that flyer in my dream, is doesn’t mean anything! Get it out of your head, he is probably a stuck up jerk anyway, he’s related to Blood Clan, so you should not be surprised.

Angel thought to herself as she flew side by side with Kaskae and the rest of the clan. Her mind and soul was wrapped up in so many emotions, she felt that she could not stand it anymore. Although, she wanted to tell this to Kaskae, her pride became in her way, so instead of discussing how she was feeling, she threw her emotions on Kaskae.

“Grandfather, why do I even have to escort around this stupid land anyway? I don’t even like it here! I would rather be chocked alive by Blood Clan themselves!”

Kaskae replied rather shortly.

“You should be thankful that the herd was kind enough to let us stay here. If it wasn’t for them, we would all be caught by Blood Clan.”

Angel whined.

“You know we are so much purer than that vulgar herd! Besides, they don’t even know how to fight!”

Kaskae breathed before he replied to his impatient “granddaughter”.

“They have fighting techniques just like us. They just don’t use them as often as we do because they don’t need to.”

Angel blurted stupidly.

“Whose side are you on Kaskae? You saw how rude that old gas-bag Three Horn was to Uncle Riku! He almost bit his head off! All I’m trying to say is that we deserve much better then what they’re giving us!”

Kaskae gently laid his wing on Angel and looked straight into her soul.

“The council tells me that your spirit does not want to be here. You must relax for tonight. If you want, will be more then happy to hear what you have to say.”

Angel had a hot tear fall from her eye as she looked away and said, “You’re right. I’ll just go. Rest is all I probably need.”

Angel was about to turn away from the scouting flock, but before she dashed off, she mumbled, with a slight of shine in her eyes.

“Thanks Kaskae.”

Angel dashed off from the night sky, leaving her exhausted grandfather behind.

Kaskae breathed silently. He meditated on his last words he said to Angel, and what Angel said back. Although, he had a clear clue of what Angel was going through, he wanted Angel to speak first.

Kaskae dazed at the stars in the sky and spoke with the council,

Father Sky, Mother Earth, and all spirits of council and the whole universe, help us during these dark times and keep our minds clear from any contaminate thought.

Kaskae suddenly saw Reggie at the corner of his eye flying toward him. Her eyes widened with worry.

“Kaskae, is everything alright with Angel? She left unexpectedly.”

Kaskae nodded reassuringly. “She will be alright. She needs to go through whatever she needs to go through, just like life itself. You know Reggie, she happens remind me of someone who has the temper of a volcano.”

Reggie chuckled in reply, “You mean Riku? Yeah, she is kind of like him. They’re both fiery, they both have a mind of their own, and they are completely loyal to their clan.”

Kaskae next pointed out, “Yes, and I must tell you something else.”

Reggie’s eyes suddenly sparked with pure interest. She leaned closer so Kaskae could whisper.

“There was a prophecy the council told me that other night. It said: Fire and Air become one, while darkness finds its own element.”

Reggie slowly turned her head away and thought over that statement. She knew that the Air Clan and Fire Clan were great allies ever since the beginning of time and she knew that darkness was not a real element, but what did that all mean?

“I believe Angel is part of the prophecy and so is that boy, Petrie.” Kaskae affirmed.

As the clan passed by, they did not see a shadowy figure sneak by them. It dashed in the shadows of the trees, it ran behind a boulder, making sure it did not make a sound. It stared at the flock for a moment. The figure couldn’t believe they didn’t hear him! He must have been too quiet for them or they were so wrapped up in their conversation they didn’t notice him.

He then crouched to four legs and crawled away from the great valley. He flew silently to the cliffs and then flew down on the rocky ground. He found new information.

“Black Death has to be proud.”

A well-muscled, pure black flyer was perching on a tree branch replied out of thin air.

“Will I Pterano?”

Pterano gasps as he sees the dark Lord under the moonlight. The moon shined on his luminous red eyes. They looked like two balls of fire. The rain looked like sweat on the elderly, yet handsome face.

Pterano speaks nervously as Black Death flies from the tree branch to the ground.

“Black! Black Death, I didn’t see you there. Uh, well, I guess I better give the 411 then.”

Black Death crosses his arms.

“Shouldn’t you?”

Pterano gulped as Black Death coiled his extremely long claws. Black Death looked expressionless, but Pterano sensed something uneasy in Black Death’s energy and in how he acted.

“Yeah, well here’s the thing, Kaskae, you know from the Air Clan, well he’s,”

Black Death does not give Pterano a chance to explain. He caterwauls and swipes at Pterano with his long claws as he beats Pterano to the ground. Pterano clasps into the dirt. Pterano pants as he looked down at his scarred hands. Black Death pins Pterano and pulls his shoulder to force Pterano look at him. Black Death was in complete rage as he asked the petrified flyer.

“Kaskae and his Clan are in the Great Valley right now, alive, is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

Pterano replied as he panted.

“Yes, but it’s a small number. Even the great valley herd is small compared to us.”

The expression on Black Death’s face dramatically changed from in rage to simple curiosity. He lets go of Pterano’s shoulder, which leaves Pterano to fall back into the dirt.

“How small is Kaskae’s clan exactly?”

Pterano finally gets himself up despite the pain that rippled through his body. He would not dare show any weakness in front of his Lord.

“Only twelve Black Death.”

Black Death then nods and looks at Pterano approvingly. He added with much sophistication in his voice.

“Perfect, not bad at all. Has it increased since then?”

Pterano replied quickly.

“It has increased only when Kaskae’s clan came into their land sir.”

Black Death mumbled with aggression.

“So that old fool is rounding up allies to be his body guards. Such weakness!”

Pterano feels a deep pain in his body, but more importantly, his heart.

If the great valley knew what I was doing right now, then I would never be able to come back!

Black Death suddenly interrupted Pterano’s dark thoughts by looming over him and darkly glaring at him.

“What are you so intensely thinking about? You need to keep your mind and ears open when I am speaking to you.  You know that rule don’t you?”

Pterano made himself shrink like a hatchling and replied in a child like way.

“I do sir.”

Black Death glares at Pterano as if scanning the younger flyer for any faults. Then he looks to the Great Valley and replies.

“Very well.”

Pterano looks to the Great Valley. He sighs in deep depression.  

Black Death flies gracefully to a big boulder, knowing he could get a better view of the Great Valley. Black Death then looks straight to Pterano.

“Pterano, come over here.”

Pterano takes off from the low ground and lands next to his Lord. Black Death puts a wing around Pterano and points to the great valley.

“Do you see that land out there?”

Pterano nods quickly.

“Right there is our future. Imagine that mass of land being ours, all of it!”

Black Death unwraps his wing from Pterano. He embraces the Great Valley instead.

“Look at it, it’s richer then gold. Those free loading, proud, stubborn goons do not deserve something like that! Our clan does.”  

Black Death turns back to Pterano. His glare darkens as he steps closer and closer toward him.

“This whole world is going to be one under my wing. I have the power to take control of this one patch of land. I just need to know of their weakness.”

Pterano had his mouth partly open as he gaped in horror at Lord Black Death’s blood shot flaring eyes.

Black Death pauses as he sees Pterano rubbing his neck and turning red.

“Pterano, is there a problem?”

Pterano blurts aloud.

“IS THERE NOT?”

Black Death stares at him as if Pterano grew fur.

Pterano turns redder. Sweat seemed to be pouring down, but really, it was the rain. Even though Pterano was showing signs of embarrassment, he was more ashamed then embarrassed.

Black Death rolled his eyes and stated harshly.

“Alright Pterano, it looks like we need to head back before you get into a nervous wreck.”  

Pterano silently sighed in relief. Before Black Death took off from the ground, he added to the nervous younger flyer.

“Pterano; this is a good thing that you are doing. I hope you know that. We don’t need anymore traitors in this family.”

Black Death’s eyes flashed as he said his last sentence, “We don’t need anymore traitors in this family.”

Flash Back

A dark blue, brown-eyed female flyer stared coldly at her father and demanded.

“What exactly is wrong with Flame?”

Black Death coarsely replied.

“Flame is a felon! You deserve more then a simple peasant’s life!

 “He’s not a felon! He is a loner, just a simple traveler! He never committed to any crime!”

Black Death snarls and slashes some rocks in high irritability.  

“Making a move with the Black Flyer’s daughter is a crime by itself Black Fang!”  

 “How dare you use that name!”

“What do you mean, “how dare I?” That is your identity! That’s your name!”

“No. It’s not.”

The young flyer looked down with hot tears willing to escape her eyes and fall to the ground. She felt Black Death’s eyes tearing through her flesh as she continued with a sharp tongue.
“It’s Rebecca. Black Fang is forever gone.”

 Black Death stares at his daughter in disbelief with his blood-shot, sinister eyes. Black Death did not yell, but he spoke in a low, raspy tone. To Pterano, that was even scarier then Black Death yelling.  

“If you are not Black Fang, if you don’t belong in Blood Clan,”

Rebecca looked up at her father. Black Death then looked straight into her eyes.

“Then get out. Rebecca.”

Rebecca closed her eyes, turned her head. She stalked out of the mountain. Pterano was hiding behind a rock when he saw what happened.

Black Death stared at him once Rebecca took off. He approached Pterano. He had a frosty cold voice as he looked at the almost full-grown flyer.

“Pterano, you will not tell anyone about this. Do you hear me?”

Pterano flashed a glare at his Lord.

“If you hate Rebecca’s boyfriend so much, why don’t you kill him, like you did with Mianna!”  

Mianna was Pterano’s teenage sweet heart. However, she was a slave to the Blood Clan. She came from the Earth Clan. Pterano was heart broken once he saw her, lying there, blood stained, mouth open, her skin dried with blood, and him: that bloodthirsty murderer, with bloodstained claws, looming over that poor lifeless body. As if Pterano’s heart couldn’t collapse anymore, Pterano gave an idea to Black Death.

“No. I won’t kill him, but you will!”

“What? Why me?”

Black Death crosses his arms as he replied coolly and compellingly.

“Because if you don’t, not only will I kill him myself and my daughter’s heart, I will kill you too. Therefore, unless you have a good excuse to have your flesh hanged on the wall for displays to come, you will do what Jagged Fang and the rest of your ancestors have done for years. It is a matter of life and death out there Pterano. I look to you as my loyal son, you have the drive in your veins to lead and turn your clan to victory. Besides, you get what you deserve and so does your sister. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.”

Black Death stroked one of the grand teeth around his neck as if as a threat.
   
Pterano sighed sadly in pity for his sister, her boyfriend, and himself.

“Yes sir. I shall not let you down.”

Black Death grinned revealing his white and yellow fangs.

“Good answer.”

Before Black Death brushed Pterano aside to leave to the “Dictator Den”, he replied coolly while looking to his extremely long claws, then to his son.

“Oh, and by the way Pterano, you must remember this. Whatever choice you make, whatever mistake or accident you make, it will affect you and your clan. That is the most important rule in leadership and warrior’s man ship in any case: everything will be your fault.”  

Present

Black Death took off and let Pterano alone with his thoughts in the rain.

So many times out there, I would watch a happy pair. Of lovers walking in the night. They had a kind of glow around them. It almost looked like heaven’s light.

Pterano stood there for a couple of moments with his head down. He felt so broken.

I knew I would never know that warm and loving glow. Though I might wish with all my might.

As rain dropped on him, he felt as if the spirits in the heavens were crying for him.

No soul as weak and wretched as my soul was ever meant for heaven’s light. Then suddenly, an angel inspired me and kissed my beak without a trace of fright. And when she said that she actually cared for me, my spirit began to soar that night.

He stood there for some defeating moments.

But now that she’s gone I realize, I was never meant for heaven’s light.

Pterano then reluctantly took off from the ground and caught up with his father.  

As he flew away, the wind started to get more powerful, the rain blew in their faces, like lashing whips.

As the sky grew darker into black, the stars seemed to form in different patterns, one a flame pattern, one a swirl, and another of some sort of half flame. Pterano also heard some whispers among the wind.

Darkness fades

Darkness fades

Darkness fades

The wind seemed to repeat itself as it moved along with its surroundings, the trees, the cliffs, him and his father’s wings. It seemed to be saying a message. Pterano thought that was odd.

The words were just winds sounds to Black Death for he did not hear them. Black Death narrows his eyes at Pterano.

What in the world is that scatter brained, cone head pondering about?

Black Death thought.  

“Star gazing are you?”

Pterano is woken up to his father’s A dark blue, brown-eyed female flyer stared coldly at her father and demanded a good explanation.  He became out of the peace of his mind and into the so-called “reality”.

“Err, yes, constellations, gorgeous.”

Pterano laughs nervously. Black Death just stares at him.

“You’re getting even gayer by the minute. Focus on something else besides constellations. Like world domination for example.”

Pterano just sighed in reply.  

The wind still kept blowing hard as Pterano and Black Death flew into the star speckled sky, to their home: Bone Valley.

In the Great Valley, Angel restlessly tossed and turned in every direction. Her eyes were wide open as if she was having a real nightmare. Then she sat herself up and looked into the starry sky. She quivered as the chilly air went up her spine and she stated shakily.

“Beata Eesta, you know I am a righteous woman. Of my virtue I am justly proud.”

Angel stood up and looked around her. Zona and some other flyers were asleep, but the fire they made to keep warm was not out, so Angel stepped toward it.

“Beata Eesta, you know I am so much purer than that common, vulgar, weak, licentious herd!”

The flames crackled and danced along with the wind.

Fire

Air

Fire

Air

“Then tell me, Eesta, why I see him dancing there, why his smoldering eyes still scorch my soul!”

The flames crackled as if in reply and the flames started to form a flyer-like shape, dancing among the wild wind. Angel held herself tightly as if for protection of from the flames, and her heart.

“I feel him, I see him, the sun caught in his fiery crown, is blazing in me out of all control!”

Air

Fire

Air

Fire

“Like fire, hellfire, this fire in my skin. This burning desire has turned me to sin!”

Angel suddenly saw herself being surrounded by fire creatures and some the people she truly feared. She gasped as she saw her uncle’s fear-provoking eyes towering over her.

Confiteor peccavi nimis

Angel glared at her uncle and snarled.

“It’s not my fault! I’m not to blame!”

The fire scorched brighter, brighter, and kept towering over her. She wrapped herself in her wings and ran away.

“It is the fire boy, the demon who sent this flame!”

Confiteor peccavi nimis

“It’s not my fault! If in council’s plan, they made our emotions so much stronger than any clan!”

The fire swarmed all around her, consuming her spirit. She did however, motioned her arms upward, her hands pointing outward for protection.

“Protect me Eesta, don’t let this siren cast his spell, don’t his fire sear my flesh and bone. Destroy Petrie and let him taste the fires of hell or else let him be yours and yours alone!”

With a gust of wind, the flames disappeared into the thin air. She heard someone’s feet crackle the leaves on the soot-covered ground. The voice was Zona’s,

“Angel, honey, are you alright? You sound angry.”

Angel jerked around to see Zona’s worried face.

“I just blew out the fire place and I sort of “burned” myself.”

Zona’s eyes widened.

“Are you sure your okay? Let me examine the burns.”

Angel gasped and screeched, “NAGA!”

ëNaga’ was the Inuit word for ëno’, and Angel used that term whenever she was in real deep fear or anger.

Zona’s eyes narrowed doubtfully once Angel yelled that.

Angel’s eyes and voice suddenly softened she said calmly, “I mean, no, they’re not severe burns, I’m okay, I assure you.”
 
Zona took a small glance at Angel again and saw Angel’s point.

“Okay, I trust you, but if you want to talk about anything, anything at all, I’m here to listen. And just listen.”

Zona made a simple nod for goodnight and she jogged away to her nest, leaving Angel in her own dark thoughts.

Angel turned to see the dark patch of where the fire used to be. Even though the fire was gone and diminished, she felt the flames continuing to consume her from the inside out.

“Hellfire, dark fire, now demon it’s your turn, choose council or, your pyre, be theirs or you will burn!”

She screeched so loud that the thunder rolled through the sky and lighting flashed in the pitch darkness as if in reply.

“Toe-ta sky, have mercy on him. To-ta sky, have mercy on me.”

Angel formed a fist to the black sky and stared at the lighting with cold hearted, furious flames in her eyes, and she screeched with her hard-core voice.

“But he will be yours, or he will burn!!!!!!!”

Angel dropped to the wet soot out of exhaustion, and she wept with her face in the black mud. And she fell into the most forbidding sleep.

[Amaranthine]

Legend 5:
Hidden Fear

“Man, did it pour last night!”

Cera shook the mud off her feet, as she got ready to walk across the quick sand.

Angel snickered evilly and slightly nervously.

Petrie fastened a leaf around Cera’s head, blocking her eyes. He directed her to where she would be walking.

Little Foot declared, “Cera, maybe you shouldn’t do this. I mean c’mon, the rocks are very slippery from last night.”

Cera rolled her eyes and stuck up her horn in the air. “Stop being so bossy! I can do this!”

Little Foot and Angel roll their eyes. Ducky covers her eyes.

“I can’t look!”

Petrie rolls his eyes. Spike stares at Cera in awe, Little Foot sighs feeling embarrassed for his proud friend, and Ducky shivers with horror.

“I don’t like what Cera is doing, I don’t, I don’t!”

Angel chuckles in satisfaction.

“This is going to be good!”

Petrie stares at Angel coldly. Why don’t you cross the quick sand then?

Cera approaches the sinking sand ditch. She stated cocky-like.

“I’ll show you all that I can do it!”

Ducky covers her eyes, Angel covers her ears, and Spike covers his mouth. They present a see no evil, speak no evil, and hear no-evil signs.

Cera closes her eyes, takes one-step forward, sticks her nose in the air, and walks on the stepping-stones. She walks one-step stone to another carefully, but not realizing a frog that was on one stone; she trips over the frog with a scream and falls right in.

Everyone except Angel shouted, “Cera!”

Petrie whispers to himself.

“I’m doing this for my good friend. So please, bless my soul.”

Petrie makes a cross sign from his head to his shoulders. Then he dives in to save Cera.

 Angel runs to try to stop him.

 “No!”

Angel skids to a reluctant halt.

“Are you mad?”

Angel gasps, surprised that she even was worried about Petrie. Ducky, Little Foot, and Spike seemed to be surprised as such.

Petrie grabs at Cera’s horn, but due to Cera wiggling about, he couldn’t hang on.

“Cera! Calm do-awn!”

Petrie fell in the sands.

Little Foot, Angel, Spike, and Ducky all screamed, “Petrie!”

Angel looks around her surroundings; she finds an extremely long vine attached to a willow tree. She flies high up to the top, cuts the vine with her sharp pointy teeth, and drags it down to the quick sand.

She commanded to Ducky, “Ducky, help me tie a hoop with this vine. We may be able to pull Cera and Petrie out.”

Little Foot was realizing Angel was not being her “so-called self.” He narrowed his eyes and said, “Wait a minute; I thought you didn’t like us? Why are you helping?”

Angel was annoyed by Little Foot’s question. She knew there wasn’t enough time to explain.

“Do you want to save your friends or not?”

Little Foot finally saw that Angel was serious.

“Okay, Ducky you do whatever Angel tells you to do.”

Little Foot narrowed his eyes at Angel once he said,

“For now.”

Angel rolled her eyes.

If Black Death was here right now, you would be the first one out of all of us to be killed and have your teeth used as trophies for the necklaces of the Blood Clan warriors.

Angel was always annoyed by long necks; they had a reputation of being “know it alls.”

As Ducky tied the vine in a form of a rope, time seemed to go by too fast for them. Cera and Petrie were drowning fast and they had a limited time to save them.

“Guys, you try to pull them out, I’m going to get help.”

Angel expected to get a lecture from the adolescent dinosaurs, but all they did was nod quickly. Angel took off from the ground leaving the group of young dinosaurs behind. She could only hope that they would save their friends in time.

Angel flew to the waterfall where her flock was. She saw her Aunt Reggie practicing for tonight’s ceremonial dance with some other female flyers and Zona. She saw Kaskae talking to Riku and some of the warrior flyers, probably about the war. That was the talk of the whole valley right now.

Angel panted as she called for her grandfather.

“Kaskae, Riku, guys!”

The warriors turned to her direction.

Riku demanded anxiously, “What is it Angel? What’s wrong?”

One of the warriors, Dust Shoulder flexed his claws.

“Did you see any signs of Black Death’s flock?”

Maya added, “Is someone in trouble?”
 
Angel tried to answer all of their questions.

“No it’s not Black Death, yes someone is in trouble. The great valley kids are drowning in the quick sand. We have to help them!”

Riku rolls his eyes at Angel.

“Oh is that what you came flying here for?”

Angel crossed her arms and stared up at Riku with hard-core, cerulean eyes, “Well we have to do something; two of the kids are going to die if we don’t help them!”

Kaskae concluded, “Yes, we will help.”

Kaskae turns to Maya.

“Maya, you will go with Angel to help get them out.”

He turns to the other two warrior flyers.

“Riku, Dust Shoulder, go and get the adults! I shall go with you.”

Without any hesitation, Maya followed Angel to the quick sands. Riku, Dust Shoulder, and Kaskae flew to tell the parents that their children were in danger.

Once Angel and Maya got closer to the quick sands, Angel could see in horror that not only Petrie and Cera were drowning, but Ducky and Little Foot were too. Spike seemed to be the only one unharmed.

“Oh naga, more of them are drowning!”

Maya and Angel landed on the ground. The kids were screaming. Spike jumped up and down.

“Angel help!”

Angel places her hand under his chin rather gently.

“Don’t worry Spike; help is going to be on its way.”

Maya grabbed a whole of the vine. She grabbed it with her talons and flew above the sand. She was able to throw it and put it around Little Foot’s neck. She dragged him out. Little Foot spat out the sand.

“Pleah!”

Little Foot coughs and looks up at Maya.

“Thanks.”

Angel flew over the sand and spotted Ducky’s sinking hand. She grabbed Ducky and pulled her next to Spike. Spike licked his sister. Ducky coughed.

“Yes, it’s not the end for me!”

Angel chuckled a little.

Then she grabbed for the vine and with the help of Maya, they were both able to strap the vine around Cera’s neck and pulled her out, despite all of Cera’s stubborn struggling.
Kaskae, some of his warriors, and the kid’s parents finally came to the sinking sands. Little Foot’s grandparents immediately nuzzled Little Foot once they saw him.

Grandma spoke in a frail worried voice as he wrapped her tail around her pre teen grandson.

“Are you alright my little one?”

Little Foot turns red in embarrassment as he said,  

“Grandma, stop, this is too close for comfort!”

Ducky’s mother hugged Spike and Ducky. Cera’s dad and Tria licked the extra sand off their daughter, but Petrie was nowhere in sight.

“Where’s Petrie?” Rebecca suddenly.

Angel looks straight into pool of quick sand. She whispers.  

“Oh naga!”

Angel felt so guilty. If she did not agree to the stupid plan, Petrie would be up here in the surface. Now he was in the dark thick sands. Angel suddenly did something she thought she would never do.

“I might be crazy doing this,” Angel whispers, “but a flyer has do, what a flyer has to do.”

She dived in the quick sands.

Once Riku saw that Angel was diving in, he immediately tried to stop her.

“Angel! No!”

It was too late; she was already in the sand. Riku just kept staring at the quick sand.

“Have you gone insane?” Riku shouted in hopes that his niece could hear him.

Rebecca stared at Riku with pitiless, cold, narrowed eyes as she declared, “She dived in there to save him!”

“Stupid girl.” Riku cursed Angel softly.

Everyone surrounded the sand, hoping a miracle would happen. Everyone grew tense and nervous. Not one of them, not even Kaskae knew what was happening underneath the sands. Kaskae, however, unlike some of the other dinosaurs, who were just plain scared. He kept his peace. Kaskae was worried for his “granddaughter”.  He looked up at the sky and whispered,

“Please, great spirits of the council protect Angel and Petrie. Give them the courage they need to survive and live this day!”

Angel ignored the thickness of the sand. She just kept going down and down. It was almost impossible to see in the sands, but her instincts kept telling her to do this. She looked around her, hoping to find a floating body somewhere. One thing she knew about the quick sand was that they seemed to make “formations”. She saw one “formation” of sand. It looked like a swirl, like the Air Clan mark. She then saw another formation; it was a flame. The two formations formed together and made a ball of sand.

Suddenly behind the ball, that was when she saw him: Petrie.

“Petrie!” Angel gasped in a bubbled like voice.

Angel dives down to Petrie’s body; with every ounce of her strength, she lifted his body up the surface. The moment she lifted him up, the only thing that was on her mind was him. She felt a sudden urge to befriend this flyer. She was not sure why, she did not even know why she wanted to save him. There was something about this flyer that attracted and appealed to her in some way. It probably was the looks because he was a handsome flyer for his age, but then there was an unexplained feeling, emotion, connection, something that Angel just couldn’t sum it up into one word. However, maybe that one word was: love.

She gasped as she went up the surface. Everyone gasped and cheered at the sudden miracle.

Riku and Kaskae pulled Angel and Petrie out of the mucky sands. Angel laid Petrie’s body gently on the soft earth. Rebecca rushed toward her son and wrapped her wing around him. She did some CPR, but that didn’t seem to work.

“He’s not breathing!” She shouted franticly, “He’s not breathing!”

Kaskae approached the worried mother and calmly directed her.

“Tip his head, what I am about to do might work.”

Immediately, Rebecca did as she was told. Angel stared at them with worried blue eyes. Ducky approached the flyers. She walked next to Angel and Angel put her hand on Ducky’s shoulder to comfort the little swimmer.

Kaskae moved his hand over Petrie’s body, not touching him. Kaskae never forgot to breathe. He inhaled in and out.

Rebecca watched Kaskae’s every move intently. She was not sure what he was doing, but it was either they let Petrie die, or they would help him live.

Kaskae stops doing reiki. Then he looks straight at Rebecca.

“Now you do what I just did.” He serenely structured. “Petrie might respond to your energy more then mine.”  

Again, Rebecca did what he was told. She moved her hand over Petrie’s body. Still, nothing seemed to happen. A small tear rolled from Rebecca’s eye.

Angel walked closer to Rebecca and Kaskae. She loomed over Petrie and held his hand. She whispered in his ear,

“I’m sorry that I was so mean to you and your friends. The truth was,” She gulped before continuing, “I was just afraid of you.”

A tear rolled off Angel’s cheek, it landed on Petrie’s eye.

Suddenly, Petrie blinked. He opened his eyes slowly and coughed. Everyone gasped.
Petrie looked up at Angel. He spoke in a soft weak voice.

“Angel?”

Angel gasped. She hugged him, which made Petrie sit up.

“You’re alright! You’re alive!”

Rebecca hugged Petrie as well. “Oh, Petrie, I was so worried!”

Petrie spoke in a soft voice again.

“Uh, okay, this is a lot of love, but it’s also really intruding my personal space!”

Rebecca and Angel let go of Petrie.

Angel chuckles,

“Okay Petrie, whatever you say.”

Ducky jumps up and down.

“Yay, Petrie’s alive! Petrie’s alive!”

Ducky runs over to Petrie and hugs him. She seemed to do a little dance as she was hugging him. Petrie was turning bright red, almost purple.

“You’re alive! You’re alive!”

Petrie struggles to get out of Ducky’s grip, but he decided to be a bit more polite.

“I’m glad you are alive too Ducky. Now would you please let go of me!”

Ducky lets go of Petrie, which in the result of letting him go, he falls.

She giggles. “Ops, sorry!”

Angel helps Petrie up. Cera, Little Foot and Spike run toward the group.

Cera stated gleefully. “I’m so glad you guys are okay!”
Little Foot spoke rather excitedly.

“Petrie, you should’ve seen Angel, she literally dived in the sinking sands to save you. She’s a real hero Petrie!”

Petrie turns his head to Angel. He narrowed his eyes and smiled mischievously as he said,

“Did she?”

Angel realized that she was holding Petrie’s hands. She gasped, quickly backed up, and turned red.

Petrie still had his eyes narrowed and arms crossed.

“So you do care about us.”

Angel sighed knowing that she had to tell the truth.

“Okay, fine. I would be grateful if I was your friend.”  

Cera, Ducky, and Spike widened their eyes, but Little Foot asked.

“Even if we are losers?”

Angel rolled her eyes as she stated.

“Please, it takes a loser to know one, so what do you think that makes me?”

Little Foot laughed.

Kaskae stood in the middle of the crowd. He threw his wings out to his sides and into the sky.

“May the spirits bless us today! We all have worked together in peace to save five young lives!”

Petrie looked at his surroundings, everyone cheered. Then he looked at Angel, who looked as if she did the most embarrassing thing ever. Petrie laid a hand on her arm.
Well I would be honored if you were my friend.”

This time Angel looked deep into Petrie’s eyes and said in reply.

“I would be honored to accept your request.”

Petrie seemed to laugh nervously. He was a little nervous about what he was feeling right now, but he could sense something was up with Angel.

Mr. Three Horn and Tria walked to their daughter. Kaskae knew what to expect from this youthful like Three Horn.

“Yes, we know that everyone is safe, but we don’t know who to blame!”

Angel rolls her eyes. She flew from the ground and landed near Cera and her jerky father so she could stand up to him.

“That shouldn’t matter Mr. Three Horn! All that matters now is that everyone is safe!”

Tria had a startled expression on her face as she stared at Angel.

Good job girl! You definitely stood up for yourself.

Mr. Three Horn ignores Angel and looks straight at his daughter.

Tria looks at her mate in frustration.

Mr. Three Horn said gruffly to his daughter, “Cera? Do you know who is guilty of getting you in trouble? How did you almost drown in the sinking sands?”

Cera is at first speechless. Her mouth and mind seemed to dry up. She couldn’t say anything to her father! She lowers her head for a few moments.

Mr. Three Horn replied, “I’m waiting.”

Cera then slowly lifted her head to face her father’s cold hazel eyes. She was going to open her mouth to tell the truth.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. It was,”

Angel bravely approached Mr. Three Horn and admitted herself, “It was my fault Mr. Three Horn.”

Cera stared at Angel in amazement.

Why are you lying for me?

Mr. Three Horn’s pupils widened in surprise, “You are the one to blame?”

Tria saw the look Cera gave Angel. Tria knew what was happening, but she didn’t say anything.

Angel tried hard to keep her voice steady as she spoke.  

“Yes sir. I,” Angel paused to gain more words and courage.

“I stupidly challenged Cera into walking across the sinking sands blind-folded. I was being stupid and snobby the other day. Cera accepted the challenge. I thought it would be,”

Angel gulps in fear of being run over by the Three Horn, “funny to see her trip, but I just only felt guilt. Then the rest of her friends tried to save her. I was the only one not drowning, so I called for help.”

Angel looks at Maya gratefully.

“And I’m grateful that I got it.”

Angel looks at Cera with a nervous smile. Cera looks at her gratefully.

Everyone else stared at Angel in astonishment, Riku whispered something to a near by warrior, the other warrior looked disgusted. Reggie made a questioning glance to Angel, while Kaskae smiled contently.

Mr. Three Horn grumbled under his breath, “Humph, that figures.”
 
Mr. Three Horn showed his usual stern face toward Angel as if he was a large sharp tooth preying on a helpless herbivore. “Well, normally, I would prohibit Cera from hanging out with you.”

Cera gasps. Tria tries to comfort her stepdaughter by nuzzling at Cera’s side.

Everyone seemed to hold their breaths for Mr. Three Horn’s response. Riku gave a snarling glare at Mr. Three Horn, but Reggie touched his arm and stared at his silver gaze with her stern silver eyes. Riku became less tense.

“But, because you helped out in the end, it will be okay for Cera to see you.”

Mr. Three Horn still did not loose the frown on his face. Angel gave him sly smile.

Cera exhaled in relief and let a smile appear on her face.

Mr. Three Horn turned to Cera and scowled something to her. Tria gave him the ëwhat in the world are you talking about’ facial expression.

Angel could not hear him, but she seemed to have a hint of what Mr. Three Horn was talking about.

Then Mr. Three Horn says to Cera for everyone to hear.

“Cera lets head back to the nest.”

Cera just smiled. She was indeed relived as she said,

“Okay daddy.”

Everyone walked away relived yet shocked. Some of the Air Clan members flew away. Rebecca walked toward Angel. In a soft voice she said,

“Thank you Angel, for saving Petrie.”

 Petrie added.

“So, I guess you’re going to be with us tomorrow?”

 “Sure thing, anything for my friends.”

Angel replied causally.

Petrie’s eyes widened.

“Did you just call us, “friends?”

Angel’s eyes softened.

“Of course I did. That’s because you guys are.”

“Well thanks.” Petrie replied with a sly smile.

Petrie then gives a silent goodbye with a wave of his auburn wing and follows his mother back to their cliff home. Angel looks up at the pair and thought she saw a light aura surrounding Petrie.  

Cera breaks the uneasy silence with a playful sneer. She narrows her eyes at Angel as she approaches her covertly.

“I saw that look in your eye.”

Angel jerks to set her eyes on Cera and tried to act puzzled.

“What are you talking about?”

Cera taunted even more while prodding Angel.

“You know who I’m talking about, Petrie.”

Angel shushed Cera.

“He’s not my boyfriend! I only knew him for two days. Besides, I can’t like him like that!”

Cera nudged Angel gently with her tail as she mocked.

“Okay, Angel, whatever you say, whatever you say. Still, if you do like Petrie in that way, I just want to say, he seems into you too.”

“Cera, hurry,”

Tria called over her shoulder.

“We have to get home!”

Angel made her face expressionless and whispered.

“Well, alright, if you really need to know, sure I like him, but I don’t know if I like him, like him. Besides, it’s more complicated than you think.”

Angel had her head lowered in despair and confusion.

Tria called Cera’s name again, and Cera whispered back, this time she was sincere.

“You can tell me more tomorrow all right?”

Cera and Angel say their fellow goodbyes to each other. Then Cera trots away, to catch up with Tria and her father.

The only ones around the quick sands were Angel, Kaskae, Reggie, Riku, and Maya. Riku was the first one to speak, naturally, in a harsh, scolding tone,

“Angel, where was your head back there? You could have died! And for what, a descendant of Blood Clan, I saw you staring at him. You know you cannot be with him Angel! You are the heir for Air Clan, the last remaining clan touchable to the council! You aren’t going to be living the rest of your life with some, some thug!”

Angel’s eyes blazed with blue fire and her face flustered of humiliation and disgust.

Angel yelled with mental flames spiraling out of her mouth.

“Is it that bad Riku? Maybe I don’t want to be in love with him, why can’t I just be friends with him? I don’t see any harm in that!”

Riku narrowed his eyes.

“Well, to tell you the truth,”

He turned to glare at Kaskae, who had saddened eyes staring back.

“I don’t know why we are even here, but just as long as I’m here,”

Riku stared down at Angel with hardcore, silvery rock eyes.

“You aren’t going to be near him or any of those stupid children. They’re too common for your liking!”

Angel screeched at her uncle’s face, “Well you’re too common for our whole clan! If you can’t accept that herd, then why should anyone else accept you?”

Riku took some steps back, and this time, Kaskae came into the conversation with a booming, yet unbreakable voice.

“That is enough! This is nonsense and misinterpretation. We will talk more about this later; in the meantime, we must get ready for the spirit ceremony tomorrow night.”

Reggie added as she stepped toward Angel.

“Besides,”

She spoke with a soft yet firm voice.

“Angel, the spirits have told Kaskae and Zona that you are ready for your warrior symbol ceremony. That is when you get your symbol and your spirit name.”

Riku stared at Reggie in bewilderment. So much in bewilderment, he couldn’t say a word.

“C’mon,”

Reggie turned to Maya and Zona.

“Let’s go, we have to practice until the ceremony arrives.”    

With a hard glare at Riku, Angel took off and followed Reggie to practice the ceremony.

Riku watched Angel fly away with a throbbing heart. Then he sighed as he lowered his head. Kaskae rested a wing gently on Riku’s shoulder, and Riku suddenly spoke in defeat.

“Kaskae, I don’t think I get her anymore. I thought I did, but,”

Riku stalled to find more words, but he remained silent. Kaskae then put his imput gently.

“Riku, Angel is a bright youth, very bright indeed, she would understand you if you talked to her a bit more. She’s afraid of you as you are of her.”

Riku stared at Kaskae coldly.

“I know that. A blind and deaf spike tail could see she’s afraid of me. I do not want her to be afraid of me; I just want her to know there are dangers out there. I just cannot stand the thought of her being, well, you know.”

Kaskae nods understandingly and then said before he took off.

“Remember my brother, no matter how much you guard her and protect her life, you must realize that Angel has to go through the experiences herself, just as you, me, and everyone else has. The world is not simple anymore. It is becoming more complicated. The war for life is coming closer than it was before, if you put your faith into the council, you will no longer be as afraid.”

Riku had his eyes look to one side in uncertainty, but Kaskae said more.

“Also, know that if Angel ever needs you, you can be there.”

With a placid nudge on Riku’s shoulder, Kaskae took off, leaving Riku with his own thoughts. Riku thought intently about Kaskae’s words.

After a moment of peace, he flew away to find some of the male Air Clan warriors.
 
He did not seem to notice a ghostly flyer watching him. It whispered for only believers to hear,

“An element by itself is powerful, but with another, it can overcome anything.”

[Amaranthine]

Legend 6:
Truth to be told……

“What do you mean I am one of the chosen three?”

The mysterious cream-colored flyer simply smiled at Angel.  

“Remember Angel, Fire isn’t always destructive. In fact, it may even help you survive, maybe even show you your real self.”

Angel stared at the flyer in bewilderment, “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

The mysterious flyer then disappeared in a swirl of water. Angel tried to stop her.

Angel yells out to the heavens.

“Wait! Stop! I still don’t get it!”

Suddenly her soundings changed. Instead of being in a peaceful place of cleansing water, she was in the middle of a forest fire. Angel was shocked, but she puts her hand in the fire. At that moment, another hand from the fire reached hers. Angel looked straight in the fire, and saw the most handsome flyer she had ever seen. His skin was the color of the fire and his eyes were so dark they were amber.  

Angel was bewildered, but a little frightened at the same time.

 “Who are you?”

The flyer just blinked. He smiled, showing white sparkly fangs and drew her closer to him. At that moment, Angel felt mystified by this handsome flyer from the flames. She saw a pendant around the flyer’s neck. The orb color was the color of fire.

Angel looked at the flyer’s forehead and saw that he had a marking on it, which symbolized that he was from the fire tribe and had a heart marking to show he was loving and loyal.

Suddenly, without thinking, Angel drew herself even closer to him. She kissed him.

Suddenly she heard a smooth, deep voice.

“Angel, wake up, c’mon everyone’s waiting for you.”

Angel rubbed her head in confusion and shock as she met eyes with Petrie.

“For what?”

Petrie chuckled as he replied.

“Didn’t you want to join me and the others?”

Angel was getting herself up as she answered,

“Of course I do.”

Petrie held Angel’s hand, helping her get up. Realizing what he was doing, he quickly moved his hand away and blushed.

“Sorry.”

Angel’s face flushed as well.

“No it’s okay. Really.”

Angel and Petrie chuckled nervously.  

They ended up staring at each other for some moments and then they flew away to the bubbling mud.  

Once they landed on the soft dirt, they saw Cera, Spike, and Ducky already there.

Petrie turned to Angel to begin a proper introduction of his group.
“Well since you are one of us now, how about we introduce our selves to you? You know me,”

 He points to Cera.

“This is Cera, the Three Horn of our group. I believe you know her by now.”

Cera grins slyly, “That’s my name don’t wear it out.”

Petrie points to Ducky and Spike next,

“This is Ducky and Spike.”

Spike bows in reply.

Angel looks at Ducky mischievously.

“Ducky eh? That’s suits you.”

Ducky giggles in agreement from the jovial comment. “Oh yes, it fits me perfectly!”

Spike approaches Angel and licks her.

Angel laughs in response. “Yes, I like you too Spike.”

Ducky laughs along. “Yeah, he’s not my blood related brother, but he’s in our family anyway.”

In a sudden moment, Angel looses her smile. She simply shrugs.

“Yeah, that’s cool that you have a brother anyway…”

Spike stops licking and looks at Angel puzzled.

Cera approached Angel and decided to give her thanks.

“Um, Angel,”

Angel slowly turned to Cera to give her attention.

“I just want to say, thanks for doing what you did yesterday. I would have been sharp tooth meat if dad found out that I was the one that thought of crossing the quick sand blind-folded.”  

Angel chuckled heartily in reply.

“Like I said, I would do anything for my friends.”

Ducky immediately jumped in the conversation to get a conclusion.

“But why did you lie? Didn’t you get in trouble?”

Spike nods in agreement. Cera looked at Angel expecting an answer.

Angel shrugged casually.

“Nah; not really. My grandfather knew I would never do such a thing, but I got in a lot of trouble from uncle Riku. He says I am not worth losing in our clan, because we are the last remaining clan loyal to the council."

Cera, Spike, and Ducky all chorus, “Oh.”

Angel then just looks right at Cera.

“You know Cera, your dad is pretty, well always pissed, but he’s nothing compared to my uncle!”

Cera’s eyed widened and her tail twitched in excitement.

“Why? What else did he say?”

Tension tightened Petrie’s muscles as he looked at Angel for her reply. He had a fist raised in the air.

“I swear Angel, if that dude offended you in anyway,”

Angel lowered her hands trying to calm Petrie and said in a reassuring tone.

“Naga, naga, he didn’t offend me. He just sort of blew off steam on me.”

Cera widened her eyes with interest,

“So what did he say?”

 Angel paused and looked down at her feet, which scuffed a bit. She tried to think of words not to hurt her friend’s feelings.

“He, he said that I wasn’t allowed to hang out with you guys. That you were all stupid and too common for my liking.”

Cera blurts, “What? Why would he say that? I’m not stupid!”

Angel looks up at Cera and everyone else, “Yeah, and I don’t think any of you are stupid at all! NaÔve maybe, but none of you are actually dim.”

Ducky then asks Angel before Cera had a chance to reply.

“Then why did you call us losers and stupid? Do you really think that?”

“No, I don’t think that at all! I was just,” Angel tried to reassure Ducky.

 Cera interrupted, “You wanted to make yourself prouder than you really are?”

Angel’s eyes practically turned into two hard stones as she made an outburst.

“I was afraid of Petrie!”

Everyone stared at her with surprised faces and questioning looks. Petrie’s eyes began to widen.

Ducky shook her head to clear it. Was she hearing it right?

Angel pauses and looks at Petrie feeling ashamed.

“I was so denoting to you because I was scared of you Petrie.”

Petrie just stared at her shocked.

“Me? Why?”

Angel made herself shrink to a smaller size as she replied,
“I was scared that you would be like your uncle, Pterano.”

She pauses and exhales air so she could explain more freely,

“Maybe even Black Death.”

Petrie couldn’t help, but chuckle a bit.

Why in the world would someone like her be afraid of someone like me?

“Why would you think I would be like them?”

Angel looked like her happiness was draining from her as she tried to explain with careful wording.

“First of all you are related to both of them,”

Petrie interrupts Angel by having his hands in the halting position.

“I’m related to both of them? What you talking about?”

Angel them stood up and confirmed in a hard flat tone,

“I am saying, you are related to both Pterano and Black Death. I’m surprised you don’t know this.”

Petrie then stated again, “You mean I’m related to the most evil race of flyers to have ever appeared on the face of the earth?”

Angel nodded gently, while everyone else waited for Petrie to reply more. They were all just shocked.

After an awkward pause, Petrie busted out laughing and shedding tears.

“That’s a sick joke right? Because that would never happen, and no one ever told me this, so it can’t be true.”

Angel sighs and sakes her head.

“Petrie, I’m not making this up, you have to believe me. I mean, you even look like one of them. You have striking resemblance of Pterano and you have Jagged Fang’s brown eyes.”

Petrie tried to interrupt, “What? But,”

Angel assured firmly as stared more deeply into Petrie’s eyes and grabbed his wrist to look into her sky blue eyes.

“It’s true! The rest of the world knows, except you and everyone in the Great Valley!”

Petrie stuttered, “But, but,”

Angel continued, “Well, everyone, except your mom, I mean she was from Blood Clan too.”

Petrie stopped stammering and made a low growl as he stared at Angel with cold rock eyes, yanked his hand away from Angel, and turned his back away from her.

There was a dead suspension. Angel stared at Petrie helplessly, wondering if she should have said anything.

Petrie went over this in his thoughts.

Why didn’t mom or Pterano tell me any of this? Why couldn’t they be honest?

Petrie sat down with his hand on his forehead. He looked like he was having a major fever. A single tear dropped from his eye and the next thoughts that came to him were,

Everything I thought, loved, and knew was a lie.

Angel swallowed tears, trying to think of more words to say.

“I am so sorry Petrie.”

Angel then spluttered the rest of her reply.

“But that wasn’t the only reason why I was rude the other day.”

Suddenly, a voice behind Angel said.

“What’s other reason?”  

Everyone except Petrie turned to the voice’s direction and saw Little Foot walking toward them with a mouth of tree stars.

“I couldn’t help over hearing.” He said in a muffled voice.

He drops the tree stars in front of Cera, Ducky, and Spike, looks at Angel, and states sarcastically.  

“I’m sorry that you bullied us like that.”

Petrie narrows his eyes at Little Foot. He was about to protest Little Foot’s rudeness, but Angel beat him to it as she said with blazing eyes.

“But I just said; that’s not the only reason! I was also kind of jealous of you guys. I have migrated and been through hard times more then any of you. I was just jealous because you had a comfortable life. The great valley is a beautiful valley. You guys should be thankful that you are able to relax and be a child. You don’t have to worry about training, patrols, hunting, or trying to protect yourself and your clan. I would give anything to have the life you guys have!”

“Angel, please,”

Cera stepped next to Angel’s other side.

“Look, girl, I like you and all, but why in the world would you want our life? It’s so boring! You can at least travel to different places without being bossed around and being treated like a baby!”

Angel turned her head away from Cera.

“Humph, think again.”

After a little pause, Angel continued.

“I have as many rules as you do, maybe even more. Think of Riku for instance, he is always overprotective of me! He doesn’t believe I can survive on my own. Kaskae and the rest of the clan are respectful to me, but not Riku. It’s all because of this stupid war!”

Angel turned her head toward Cera as she added,

“And another thing, at least you have friends. I never had any. At least not close to my age.”

Cera, Ducky, Spike, and Little Foot gasp. They never heard such a thing. Petrie widened his eyes.

“Wow.” Petrie replies. Angel looked toward Petrie with insecurity in her eyes.

Petrie turned around and Angel felt his gentle hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

Angel stares at Petrie with pure consideration.

Petrie looks into her deep blue eyes.

“At least you have friends now. Whatever happened before, it has passed you. You know us and we know you.”  

Angel looks up at Petrie with a soft smile. She wipes a tear away as she replies,

“You’re right.”

Ducky runs to Angel and gives her a hug.

“Yep, yep, your friends with us now!”

Angel turns a little red. She also felt as if she couldn’t breathe.

“Ducky, correct me if I’m wrong, but do you even know how much of a bear hug this is?”

Little Foot, Petrie, Spike, and Cera laugh and chuckle.

“Whoops, sorry Angel!”

Ducky immediately lets go, which makes Angel fall face first in to the dirt.

Ducky giggles.

“Oops, sorry again.”

Angel frowns and wipes the dirt of her face. She ended up smiling at Ducky. Angel got up and still looked as if she had more to tell. Cera was the next one to break the laughter.

“But what about Pterano? What did he do to you? You haven’t got to that part yet.”

Angel’s smile turns into a sad frown as she looks at Cera for a slight moment, then lowers her head, and speaks utterly soft.

“Yes. Pterano,”

Angel gulps lightly with dread as she looked up at Cera and Petrie.

“He-he killed my parents,” She lowered her eyes again. “as well as my siblings.”

Everyone gasped in bewilderment. They completely forgot to eat their tree stars; even Spike’s heart skipped a beat before he gulped down his last tree star.

Petrie tries not to sob, but he ends up stammering.

“He-he killed your parents? Don’t believe this!”

He sits down on a boulder and had his hand to his forehead. Angel tried to comfort him by lightly touching Petrie’s arm.

“Petrie, I’m so sorry. I wish I was lying!” Angel lowered her head in shame.
Petrie jerked his head toward Angel, clasped her hand, and tightened it as he replied with an unpredictable stare.

“Explain.”

Angel stammered at his response as she replied, “Wh-what?”

Petrie loosened his grip, trying to control his anger. Then he exhaled his breath and softened his eyes more as he replied,  

“I said, explain.”

Angel jerked her hand away and tried to pull herself together before she turned to everyone else and replied.

“Okay, well, here’s what happened,”  

Spike gulps a tree star. Cera nibbles on her tree stars nervously. Ducky bites her nails. Little Foot’s eyes widened, remembering his own mother dying. Petrie thought his heart was going to collapse.

The others thought this was madness, even Cera thought that Pterano would never do such a thing. The truth was:

He did.

[Amaranthine]

Legend 7:
Pterano, a murderer?

“It all started, back when there were at least twenty members in the Air Clan. Ever since the day of Jagged Fang’s attack, which was 100 years ago, they had to migrate in order to survive because Blood Clan was still after us. One night, our former leader, who was my father in those days, found an island down south of here. That island was the only island down south that had no sharp-teeth or intruders like the Blood Clan. That was the air clan’s home for a while.”

Cera yawned of boredom.

Petrie was holding his breath, waiting for the part when Pterano kills Angel’s parents. He knew he was going to have a break down any moment.

Angel saw that some of her friends were not following her story. She decided to wake them up by getting into the sad yet exciting part.

“Anyway, about my parents, my father’s name was Roku and my mother’s name was Halo. I had three other siblings, named Suka, Mira, and Shari.”

“Um, excuse me Angel, but if your mother & father were from the same clan, then wouldn’t that make them brother & sister?” Ducky interrupted.

Angel stares at Ducky with annoyance as well as disgust.

Man, you are so annoying at times!

“Hold off questions till I’m done please.” Angel replied coldly.

Ducky realized that she had no right to cut in. She turns red.

“Oh, sorry.”

Angel sighs then continues, “So, anyway, after four suns (days) of our hatch day, I and my siblings were getting used to our wings, I was showing off as usual because I was the oldest and all that. Suddenly, our mother hustled us to our cave in our cliff home & told us to be quiet.

Flash Back

“Children, get back & be quiet!”

Halo raised her head & peered through the foggy mists of the tropical island. Blood curling, faraway screeches were heard among the Air Clan territory. Mira & Shari shivered in terror. Suka tried to breakthrough Angel’s wing, but she blocked him for his own sake. Suka blazed his eyes at her.

“What are you doing?” Suka demanded an answer.

Angel shushed him & nudged him back to his younger sisters.

“Mom told us to be quiet, so be quiet!”

Angel ignored her brother’s hard-core eyes & just looked forward to where her mother was looking at. She squinted her eyes at the fog. Suddenly, the screeches seemed to be coming closer. That was because; they were.

Halo rapidly turned to her children.

“Angel,”

Angel’s eyes widened at her mother, giving her attention.

“Lead your siblings to the underground cave, they’re coming!”

Angel opened her mouth to ask who the threat was, but she could not say a word because two flyers swooped down that her mother.

“MOM!”

One dark gray female flyer toppled Halo to the ground & pinned her down.

Halo spoke through grunts.

“Get your filthy claws off me you traitor!”

The other flyer, who was a dark gray male with a smoky face, snarled at Halo’s reply.

“Don’t try to escape, we have flown for miles an’ we prefer to kill you an’ your clan quickly.”

With a blood curling tongue, the dark gray female flyer added.

“And think of a wise decision you would make if you joined Blood Clan. You’ll survive much easier,”

She inserted her claws between Halo’s neck, and into the dirt.

“And so will your precious family.” The flyer continued to threaten Halo.

The smoke faced flyer approached Angel & her siblings. Angel blocked his way between him and her siblings.

“Look at this Blood Fang, here’s some souvenirs and little snacks for our trip.”

The dark gray flyer rolled her eyes at her brother.

“Then just kill them off already, the female shaman is mine.”

Blood Fang sneered as she laid her eyes onto Halo.

Halo blazed her eyes back at the dark gray flyer that was on top of her.

“Get off of me you piece of cob web!”

Halo kicked the dark gray flyer off and rolled onto her stomach. She glared at the dark gray flyer that was able to get on to her feet and lounge at Halo again. Halo flipped Blood Fang over by rolling on her back. Blood Fang clasped on her side and waited for Halo to lounge at her. Once she did, Blood Fang threw her close to the edge of the cliff. Halo had her claws dug into the cliff. Then she clashed into Blood Fang and the Blood Clan warrior slashed her claws in return.

“Well, ain’t you a sweet thang?”  

The smoke faced flyer snickered as he tried to wrap his wing around Angel to try to capture her. She became furious, jumped on his leg and bit it with one snap.

The smoked faced flyer screeched in fury. It was the perfect distraction for him.

Suka leads his two sisters away, but three other flyers dive down at them. One pink flyer with a tail and no crest, one dark brown flyer with no crest or tail, and a handsome ginger crested flyer with amber eyes. The dark brown flyer landed in the path of Suka & his sisters. The two sisters tried to run to the other side, but the pink one blocked their way.

“Going somewhere?”

The pink one sneered at that two frightened female flyers, while flashing white teeth at them.

The ginger crested one tried to shove the other two flyers away from the hatchlings, “Sierra, Rinkus, we must leave those hatchlings be. The parents are the real ones we are after. It was Black Death’s orders anyway.”

The two flyers rolled their eyes at him.

Sierra was the first to comment, “C’mon Pterano, these hatchlings are Air Clan born; we have to kill as many Air Clan born flyers as we can. Black Death said so.”

Pterano looked sideways at Sierra; he tried to look like he didn’t give a care of any word Sierra said,

“I wasn’t asking you to not kill them, I was ordering you to.”

Pterano continued his statement as he stared at both of his comrades eye to eye.
“Don’t forget, along with Blood Fang and Shadow Heart, I’m also going to be leader of Blood Clan, so I suggest you both get used to me giving you orders, and not treat me like a lowly common servant of Black Death!”

If Pterano had feathers, they would stick out and be ruffled.

Rinkus and Sierra rolled their eyes.

“Sorry, your high-OWWW!” Rinkus screeched in pain as Suka pierced his teeth into Rinkus’s leg.

“Mira, Shari, RUN!”

Suka shouted as he tried to hang on to Rinkus’s leg.

It was too late for Mira however; Sierra already tackled Mira with his claws, picked her up & threw her in the air. She screamed until she was hit head first on a boulder. Her screech died down & her spirit was officially in the council’s hands.

“MIRA!”

Angel was only a wing away from the bloodstained boulder. She saw her sister being lounged into the blue. Then she fell into her painful death.

“ANGEL! MOVE!”

Angel heard someone’s voice clearing away her dark mourning thoughts. At first, she thought it was her mother, but seeing that her mother was still fighting with Blood Fang, she saw a flash of peach jabbing its claws into the smoked faced flyer that was going to attack Angel. The peached figure slashed that smoked faced flyer onto the side of the cliff home.

“DADDY!”

Angel’s father snarled at the smoked faced flyer.

“You and all of your cronies; keep away from my family!”

The smoke faced flyer blazed his eyes at the peach flyer & got himself up.

“I ain’t goin’ ta listen ta an old fool like you Roku. You and your clan are old school! Every other clan surrendered their stupid belief to the council because dey accepted da change! The Air Clan has met its days! Blood Clan will rule once the Air Clan is officially gone. After dat, the whole world will be ours!”

Roku blazed his eyes at Shadow Heart, just focusing on him and only him.

“THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE YOURS! NOT EVER!”

Roku threw his head back & gave the most terrifying attack cry ever. Unfortunately, as he did so, Blood Fang, Rinkus, Pterano, & three other flyers immediately came to Shadow Heart’s aid. All of them circled around him, blocking him from his mate, daughter, and dead children.

Roku rapidly turned around & kneaded his claws in the ground. He blazed his eyes at all of the flyers blocking him, from left to right, Blood Fang, Sierra, Rinkus, AND Pterano.

Present

Angel looked right at Petrie with sad eyes.

“You probably don’t know this other thing, you see, Blood Fang and Shadow Heart are your mother’s brother & sister.”

Petrie’s eyes widened.

I have another uncle and an aunt?

“I have another uncle and an aunt who are also murderers?”

Petrie rolled his eyes up to the sky.

“That’s just swell!”

Angel sighed as she looked at Petrie, seeing how hurt he was. She continued her sad story.

Flash Back

Blood Fang gives a mighty war cry to let her clan mates know they could attack Roku. Rinkus growled and tried to swipe him. Roku easily moved out of the way like bending air and attacked Blood Fang. Sierra, from the other side of Blood Fang, lounged at Roku to remove him from Blood Fang.

Angel tried to run toward her mother, but Rinkus came in her way and tried to make himself bigger. Angel didn’t look impressed. She striked at his wing, he simply whipped her away, in which had her bumping against Pterano. Pterano turned with a jolt and loomed down at her. Pterano just stared into those fearful, yet infuriated, blue eyes. It was the perfect time to take her life.

Rinkus screeched out as he struggled to fight Roku. “What are you waiting for Pterano? Stick her!”

Pterano looked away from Rinkus and back into those eyes. He closed his own.

This is just a kid! She’s no threat to me. But if I must,

“Get away from her you savage!”

Pterano quickly turned to the shrieking voice behind him. He snarled. He had this urge to defend himself. He nudged Angel away with his wing, then striked at Halo, which made them have a tackling fight on the ground.

“MOM!”

Pterano heard Angel’s heart wrenching cries, but he made no intension to care. He kept tussling and tumbling with Halo.

Finally, Pterano had Halo pinned down on the ledge of the cliff.

Perfect timing.

Halo stared at Pterano with cold, blazing, and menacing eyes, but Pterano had too much of a big ego to care about such a thing, instead he screeched before finishing the Air shaman off.
“It’s nothing personal your majesty; I just have to do this so I can restore my rightful place as ruler of the whole world!”

“Oh no you,”

Halo started to say, but it was excessively late.

Pterano grabbed at Halo’s neck with his jaws like a savage velosiraptor, and shook her until he heard a,

CRACK!

He gently put the dead body down, pulled a bloody tooth out from the victim’s mouth, & quickly fastened it on his string of teeth, & he got rid of the body by throwing it down off the cliff. It was done and over with.

Angel saw all of this in horror & dread. She just couldn’t believe it.

I must get out of here! They’ll catch me too if I don’t leave! I don’t know where I will go. I will just keep flying.

Angel jerked away from the scene, and tried to take off in the air. Now that she was in grave danger, she had to fly. She wasn’t playing anymore, like old times; she now had to fly for her life.

Angel heard screeches of her father faraway, but she didn’t dare turn back. She knew what would happen next……….

“ANGEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

After that screech, there was silence. Then triumphing screeches from the Blood Clan arose. They won.  

More boiling tears filled her eyes, part of her wanted to turn back, but Angel knew that it would not be worth it.

She still couldn’t fly. Suddenly, with her breath, thrust of the wind, and the thrust of her wings, she lifted off the ground. She was flying.

Angel saw a patch of bushes; she immediately took her chance of resting there. She tore right through them and fell with her face hidden by her wings. She wept into the night.

Present
                                     
Angel jumps down from the log to demonstrate how the Blood Clan warriors killed their victims. She takes a blade of grass and puts it around her neck. She swallows tears as she explains.

“You see, the, the Blood Clan warriors all have these tooth necklaces around their necks that they call,”

Angel paused, sniffing.

“Chokers because whenever you look at the necklaces, you would have some chocking reaction. After a Blood Clan warrior would kill their victims, they would take one of their victim’s teeth out.”

Angel shows her own teeth.

“Then they would add the tooth to their collection of teeth.”

Cera looked horrified as she asked,

“Why would they do such a savage thing?”

Angel tried to have a straight face while talking, but she choked up a bit in her sentence.

“It’s a way to show off their victories Cera. Whoever has the most teeth added to their chocker is the most powerful of all of the members. Once a warrior gets the most teeth; the Blood Clan starts a big celebration and promotes the warrior as leader of the Clan. The flyer not only has to have the most teeth added to his chocker to be leader, but he has to have sense on the battlefield. You see, in the society of the Blood Clan, killing the most victims is the highest honor a warrior could ever have. However, anyone whose heart truly lies in the council of the four elements knows that killing a living being is a disgrace and dishonor, to the council, yourself, & your clan. Nevertheless, if you must kill, you need give thanks to the life you took, it is part of respecting you, your clan, and the rest of the world.”
Ducky lowered her eyes as if in shame as she replied, “Wow. That’s sad.”

Suddenly, to everyone’s surprise, Spike spoke a full sentence!

“Well at least my sister understood what Angel said.”

Ducky widened her eyes. Her mouth dropped open. Spike spoke a full sentence!

“What’s that little brother? You just said a sentence?”

Spike turned to his sister, “Of course I did my sister, you do realize that the quiet ones are the most thoughtful people now don’t you?”

“Uh…..” Ducky failed to try to make conversation.

Spike rolled his eyes and replied, “Oh never mind!”

Cera was also surprised that her pupils widened and her eyes seemed to brighten a little.

“Wow, you finally talked for a long period of time Spike.”

Spike whispers sarcastically to Ducky.

“Oh lucky me.”

“That’s great isn’t Petrie?”

Little Foot looked toward Petrie’s direction, but he only saw Petrie’s back turned. He could tell that his flyer friend did not want to be bothered. Petrie sighed.

Everyone else looked at Petrie.

At one moment, they were surprised by Spike’s sudden comment; now everyone turned their attention toward Petrie. Angel looked at him worriedly. She was scared that Petrie was going to boil with rage. She cautiously walked toward him to try to say comforting words.

Spike thought, Oh I think you shouldn’t.

“I’m so sorry Petrie. I wish I was making this up.”

Angel tries to comfort Petrie by placing a hand on his hand, but Petrie jerked and nudged Angel away. He was too pissed to face Angel. He decided to ignore her while she was telling the story. He was trying not to explode, but it was incredibly hard.

Angel backed a little away. Ducky also looked at Petrie worriedly.

I never seen Petrie this mad before!

Even Cera looked at Petrie with surprised eyes. Everyone was thinking the same thing.

Angel shakes a little before going back to her story.

“So, I’ll go back to the story.”
                           
Flash Back

Angel cried as she flew away as fast she could. She couldn’t believe it. Both of her parents and every one of her siblings were dead. She was there to witness it, but was too helpless to do absolutely anything about it. They were all gone. There was no turning back now.

It’s all my fault!

Angel was so deep into her thoughts he didn’t notice a dark brown swimmer running toward her direction. They slammed into each other & she ended up dropping into the dirt. The other dinosaur fell as well, but she was getting herself up.

“You fool, why don’t you watch where,”

The dark brown swimmer’s eyes widened realizing whom she was bumping into. She gasped as she saw Angel weeping & shaking.

“Oh man, I’m so sorry; I didn’t realize it was you Angelina.”

Zona helped Angel up, nuzzled her with her muzzle, & wrapped her tail around her as Angel wept.

“Oh, Zona, they took mama, poppa, & my siblings! They’re now dead! It’s all may fault!”

Zona held Angel even tighter.

“Oh no, It’s alright, you’re safe! Please don’t cry little one! I’ll let Kaskae & the other surviving warriors know you’re alive!”

Present

Petrie opened his dark brown eyes and turned around rapidly to see Angel weeping. He at first stared at Angel in sorrow and guilt. He wished Angel didn’t tell him that Pterano killed her parents, but he also wished that he didn’t act like a snob when she tried to comfort him. He sighed.

Cera’s heart was also heavy. Ducky lowered her head, grieving for Angel.

I would be sad if my whole family died, yes, yes, yes.

Little Foot was about to approach Angel to say a few comforting words, but Petrie beat him to it.

“At least your still here and at least you still have your aunt, uncle, grandfather, and friends.”

Petrie had a dreamy look in his eye once he said the last words, “And friends.” Angel smiled back as she replied, “You’re right. I should be grateful.”

Ducky then walked up the Angel and hugged her.

“Oh, Angel, I feel so sorry for you! Yep, yep, yep!”

Angel whispered to Petrie.

“Does she always talk like this?”

Petrie shrugs with a smile.

“Most likely.”

Angel chuckled.
    
Angel then touched Petrie’s arm lightly. Petrie turned to Angel’s direction. Angel just looked straight at him for a bit.  

Cera replied.

“Ducky’s right. I feel sorry for you too. Pterano truly was a murderer.”

Petrie rapidly turns around and stares at Cera coldly.

“But he has probably changed by now, right? He did say he was going to come back to the herd after five cold times. Besides, Pterano didn’t kill Angel. He spared her instead.”

Angel looks directly at Petrie with a serious glance.

“Petrie, for all we know, he’s probably still working for Black Death,”

Petrie interrupted, “No! It can’t be true!”
 
Angel discussed it even more, “Petrie it would be obvious. If Pterano is Black Death’s son, then of course he would work for him.”

Obvious? How could you say that?

Petrie was bewildered as he stared at Angel.

“Obvious? But Pterano promised that,”

Angel angrily replied, “Pterano promises, but he lies, then he schemes behind everyone’s back. He has always has done that and will always. He’s just like Black Death and everyone else in that wretched clan! They are all the same!”

Petrie crossed his arms and replied harshly. “Oh, so you think I am wretched too? Just because I am related to that clan?”

Angel widened her eyes as she stared up at Petrie to try to reassure him, “No Petrie! As I said before, I thought you would be like them, but,”

Petrie interrupted Angel, “And what about my mother and my siblings, they’re related to Black Death too, do you think they’re evil?”

Angel tried to state again, “You don’t understand! I do not think you, your mother, or your siblings are evil. I just think Blood Clan is. You’re different from Blood Clan.”

Cera rudely stated as she stared at Petrie, “Oh I don’t know about that Angel, Petrie has sort of become more and more like them, don’t you think? Huh, I think my dad was right, Petrie, you are going to be just like Pterano.”

Petrie’s anger flared up and screeched in Cera’s face. “YOU ALWAYS AGREE WITH YOUR FATHER! WHY SHOULD YOUR OPINION MATTER TO ANYONE? YOU’RE JUST A STUCK UP THREE HORN FACED FREAK WHO DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO TREAT HER OWN FRIENDS AND ALSO ALWAYS TRY TO ACT LIKE SHE’S ALL THAT! IF YOU REALLY THINK I’LL END UP LIKE BLOOD CLAN, THAN YOU DON’T KNOW ME AT ALL!”
 
Petrie jerked away his wing like a cape and took off in such fire and speed.  

Angel tried to reach out for Petrie.

“Petrie! No!”

Petrie did not bother to look back, so Angel lowered her head in shame.

“I’m so sorry Petrie. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Cera’s mouth dropped wide open. She looked like tears were coming from her eyes, but she restrained them in her eyes and flared up in anger instead.

“WHAT’S HIS PROBLEM? I’M NOT A FREAK!”

Anyone else either looked the other way, or looked down at their feet.  
Angel bristled in rage as she yelled, “HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT TO HIM? HE’S YOUR FRIEND! FRIENDS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO TREAT EACH-OTHER LIKE THAT!”

Angel added more calmly as she turned away to look up at father sky, “Besides, now because of what you said, he hates me.”

Cera replied, “Phht, I don’t feel sorry for him. Why should I? Besides, you said you never had any friends at your own age, how would you know how friends are supposed to treat each other?”

Angel jerked way from Cera and tried to block away tears, “I don’t know about you,” Angel then jerked toward Cera’s direction and revealed her cold, blue, ghostly eyes, “but I do feel sorry for him. I’m sorry he had to hear my story, I’m sorry he’s related to most hated clan on the face of the earth, I’m sorry that he was lied by his uncle, and I’m also sorry he has a awful friend like you!”

Cera took a couple of steps back. Everyone else was tempted to cheer Angel on because they hated Cera’s behavior toward them, but they did not. Only Little Foot was brave enough to make at least a silent nod to Angel.

Angel than took off to catch up with Petrie and everyone except Cera, stared after her.

Cera yelled to her friends when Angel was gone, “WHAT’S HER PROBLEM? I DID NOTHING! SHE WAS THE ONE THAT TOLD HER STORY IN THE FIRST PLACE! BESIDES, I’M A GREAT FRIEND! RIGHT?”

“Oh Cera, you’re so obnoxious! When are you going to deal with the fact that you just might be too hard on other dinosaurs? Can’t you be less selfish for once?” Little Foot boldly confronted Cera.

Cera rolled her eyes, “I’m not surprised that you would be taking Petrie’s side! At least I have friends like Ducky and,”

Ducky interrupted, “Oh no, no, no, no, me and Spike are not taking anyone’s side! We are staying out of this one!”

Spike made another comment, “I will make one point though, Cera, if I were you, I would go into Petrie’s, um, feet and see how you would feel if your “friend” did that to you.”

Cera turned way, stuck her tail in the air, and strutted away from her friends to find her family.

Spike and Ducky walked away to the Thundering Falls with Little Foot behind them. He sighed at everything that was happening to his friends.

Oh my stars, could it get any worse?

[Amaranthine]

Legend 8:
Changed Forever

Hot tears like lava stung Petrie’s face as he flew wildly to a small watering hole, where he could be alone and murmur to himself.

I cannot believe them! I can’t believe mom, I can’t believe Pterano. I can’t believe everyone for not telling me anything! This would have never happened if Angel came along. Why did she have to say that? And Cera, may the sharp teeth eat her alive!

Petrie landed softly on the ground and splashed water in his face to wash the tears away. It was hopeless however, more tears spilled out. Petrie cupped more water in his hands and saw his own reflection staring back at him. Then the image seemed to transform into Pterano’s face.

I hate you. Petrie thought to himself as he splashed the water in his face. He wiped his eyes, hoping no more tears would spill.

Crack!

Petrie jolted as he heard what sounded like a twig snapping behind him. Petrie demanded, “WHO’S THERE?” He whirled around, prepared to fight the thing that could be preying upon him. His fighting instinct was on, and he would not give any mercy to anyone that crossed his path. He suddenly saw a white beak peering in the brambles and heard the voice as the face appeared.

“Petrie, please don’t start a fight, that’s the last thing we all need.”

Angel slid out of the bushes with ease and added in a cool voice, “I know I was out of line. I’m sorry.”

Petrie’s muscles still tensed up and glared at Angel, watching her every move. Angel calmly sat next to Petrie and stared at him with her glittery blue and silvery eyes. She rested her hand on his wrist and felt his pulse beating the rhythmic sound. Petrie jerked away from her and looked the other way.

Angel sighed and felt the water with her claws. She paused for a while to try to find words.

“Petrie, what Cera and I said was out of line.” Angel looked at Petrie, knowing she would not meet his eyes, but continued to speak anyway. “I don’t blame you for hating me after what I said. I just want you to know, if you ever needed a shoulder to cry on,” Angel stammered, “I-I would be there.”

At this, Petrie turned to face Angel and her silvery blue eyes. He nodded to her and replied as he met her gaze. “I don’t hate you. I just wish things were different than they already are. I wish that mom or somebody else told me this sooner. No wonder why some of the adults in our herd gave me and my siblings looks whenever we walked by. They knew our history.”  

Petrie felt the water with his shorter claws as he sighed, “They knew what our background and what our family stood for.”

Petrie looked as if he was blocking away tears. Angel scooted closer to Petrie, rested her hand gently on his arm, and coolly replied, “You know, there’s something my grandfather Kaskae once told me when I was apprenticing to become a Air Clan Warrior. ëLike a tree rooted on mother earth, you have emotions, you have your moods, and most importantly, you change dramatically through the whole time you live on your earth walk. And your history, the things you used to be, does not matter anymore. Because our history is of us, it is not who we are.’”

Petrie gave Angel a puzzled look, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Angel clarified, “It means that you need to lighten up and forget the past and stay in the present, because the present is who you are right now.”  

Petrie looked away for a moment and saw the sun slowly setting among the horizon. The pale blue sky became blotched with vibrant pink, purple, and yellow colors that made one think of the world as pure beauty. The soft wind currents blew gently into his face. He immediately turned to Angel, whose eyes where much like the color of the pale sky, only had silver stars shimmering outward.

“Thanks Angel. You would be a good shaman.”  

Angel smiles in return and replies as Petrie gets up.

“Besides, you didn’t do those bad events, Blood Clan did. As for your mom and your siblings, they didn’t do anything bad either.”

Angel gets herself up and feels the soft wind blow in her face. She closed her eyes, inhaled the fresh air and exhaled it out. Petrie felt the sun bask on his body. The heat comforted him and warmed him.

When Angel opened her eyes, she saw the sun’s rays glow around Petrie and gasped softly at the unusual enchantment. Petrie’s eyes seemed to glow dark ember and to Angel’s embarrassment, they were eyeing her.

“Angel?” Petrie questioned. Angel jerked away and turned red as she replied, “What? I wasn’t doing anything.”  

This did not reassure Petrie, but he did not urge to question more. Instead, he suggested while looking down at his feet.

“Angel would you like to go to the Thundering Falls with me?”

Angel looked to him and replied.

“Sure, however, just so you know, my uncle and the rest of the flock might be there.”

Petrie’s eyes suddenly became hard-core. “I don’t care about your uncle’s opinion about me, I just don’t want you and me to fight like,” Petrie paused seeing a tinge of sparkle in Angel’s eyes before he finished his sentence, “before.”

Angel shrugged in reply, “Like I said, that was past, this is now.”
   
After a few moments of silence, Angel and Petrie took off into the air and sliced the air with their wings as they flew to the thundering falls. Angel flew in loops and circles and the energy of the wind swirled around her, making her unstoppable in the air.

“Hey Petrie,” Angel looked to her friend next to her.

“Do you think you’re a fast flyer?”

Petrie looked puzzled and answered. “Not really why?”

Angel then answered with a wink.

“Then you probably won’t be able to catch up with me! Whoo-Hoo!”

Angel let herself fall and spin around as she was landing through a thicket of trees.

“You’re crazy Angel you know that!”

Petrie dived in after her, slightly worried that Angel might not be able to catch herself.

“Not really!” Angel replied.

She proved Petrie wrong as she almost landed on top of a terrified Three Horn, which happened to be Cera’s dad! He screamed utterly high like a young girl three horn and ducked as Angel swooped above a semi-inch of Mr. Three Horn’s horn. Petrie tried to catch up with Angel. Mr. Three horn bellowed after them.  

“Watch where you’re going you little, ARGH!”

Petrie and Angel screeched back, “Sorry Mr. T!” Mr. Three Horn grumbled in spite of himself.

Angel was excessively fast for Petrie to catch up.

Jeez, this girl’s fast!

Petrie thought with exhaustion. Petrie slowed down to regain his energy. As he did so, like a spark of lighting from the sky, he whipped the air harshly and felt himself soaring at miraculous speed. He grimaced as the wind lashed in his face. The energy from his speed seemed to send sparks flying in every direction.

Angel looked back since she felt the air currents speeding and heard wings thrashing the air.

“Hold on a second, I thought you said you didn’t fly very fast!”

Angel remarked as Petrie flew to her side.

Petrie replied with a smirk. “Well, as you can see, I can!”

Side by side, wing by wing, the two young flyers raced speedily over all miraculous life forms living below them. Once they found the Thundering Falls, Petrie lowered himself and felt his body feeling exhausted over flying so outrageously fast. He lowered himself into the water with great control and gently sinked into the water. He sighed expressing his pleasure of the cool, pure, water.  

Ducky, Spike, and Little Foot gave surprising looks as the saw Petrie’s unexpecting visit. Ducky looked up and saw Angel gently fall on top of Petrie. Little Foot chuckled at the sight of the two flyers in the water.  

Angel rolled on to her back so her back touched Petrie’s back. Petrie asked, looking sideways at Angel, “What are you doing?”

Angel replied in a cool tone, as she looked at her claws aloof like.

“I’m irritating you, what else do you think I’m doing?”

Petrie stood up to shake the water off him. Angel fell with a screech and had her face fall into the water. Petrie just became wetter, and Angel lifted her head up to stare at Petrie and snapped as she shook the water off her wings.

“You could have at least given me a warning.”

Petrie mocked back with his hands on his hips. “I was irritating you, what else do you think I was doing?”

Angel sulked by crossing her arms and staring at Petrie like a sharp tooth searching for its prey.

Ducky, Little Foot, and Spike ran to the two flyers and Little Foot was the first to speak.

“Guys are your okay? We we’re wondering if you two would ever get along!”

Petrie removed his hands from his hips and looked to Little Foot, then back at Angel, whom was still sulking, but gave him a sly smile. Petrie gave a sly smile back and looked at Little Foot still with the sly smile on his face.

“Well, as you can see. We get along very well.”

Petrie replied coolly.

Angel stopped sulking once she saw the length of the great waterfall. She remembered as a young hatchling when she used to ride the falls then fly up before she reached the bottom. She smirked at the memory and how she used to freak Riku out when she did that.

Suddenly, a splash of water made her get out of the past and into the present. She jerked toward the source of the splash and saw Ducky starting a water fight.

Ducky seemed to have perfect aim with the water. When Ducky moved her arms, preparing for aim, the water seemed to flow with her arms wherever her arms moved. Then she could hit her target in a cinch.

Angel used her wings to splash Spike and Ducky, making large waves of water hitting the two dinosaurs and making them fall off balance. More splashes hit Angel on her crest. She whirled around, seeing Petrie and Little Foot splashing water at her.

Angel splashed water back at them and dived into the water.

Once the splashes of water were gone, Angel disappeared from everyone’s sight.
Ducky was the first to break the 10-second silence.

“Where did she go?”

Everyone turned their heads in all four directions, north, south, west, and east. There was no white flyer in sight. Little Foot looked above and Petrie looked below.  

Petrie dived into the water with his eyes shot open. He immediately closed them because of the sensitivity to the water in his eyes. He used his other intellectual senses to find his mischievous friend.

He felt his feet touching the wet, soggy ground. Petrie swam toward the direction where he felt an energy source nearby. He prayed to the council it was Angel and not some other Air Clan warrior that would claw his eyes out.

He felt the water loose and flowing with ease through his fingers. He wished his eyes toughened and became used to the water’s gentle flow.

Suddenly, like a spark of fire, Petrie felt the energy flow stopping in his throat and lungs. He immediately shot out of the water and gasped for fresh air. He suddenly saw a white dash spiraling up the waterfall.

“C’mon slow poke!” Angel called aloud. “Am I too fast for ya?”

Petrie grinned mischievously and speedily flew to the waterfall.

Little Foot, Spike, and Ducky ran to the waterfall, with the water splashing at their feet. Ducky shouted out.

“Petrie, what are you doing? You will fall!”

“Want to bet?”

Petrie shouted back. His voice left an eerie echo through the water, leaving Ducky gaping with horror.

Angel and Petrie felt the loose water flowing ever so gently on their wings. They did beautiful formations along the waterfall, making the waterfall minimize. Angel and Petrie felt the spirit of the water flow them with refreshment, enchantment, and inspiration with its touch and mantra.

Angel went into the powerful flow of water, yet she did not become overwhelmed by its powerful flow. Petrie also went into the waterfall, but unlike Angel, who kept going forward, he had a harder time rising with the flow of water.

Petrie’s wings kept flowing backward with the water. He heard Angel’s desolate cries piercing through the waterfall.

“Petrie, flow with the water! If you can’t go up, flow with it!”

Petrie tried to screech out to reply, “Are you crazy? I’ll die!”

His voice was just another rumble of the waterfall. With his encouraging self-talk and trust with Angel, he stopped his resistance with the waterfall and fell ever so slowly.

You are not the Petrie you used to be. I am not afraid of the outcome. I do not care if they tell me otherwise. I will do what I believe is right.

Angel promptly swirled down the fall, while Ducky ran toward the falling shadow. Little Foot and Spike followed Ducky, hoping they would catch their friend.

Ducky ran under the flow of water and caught Petrie within minutes. Of course, because of the deluxe weight of the water and Petrie falling at a tremendous speed, Ducky fell under the water’s flow.

Angel landed next to the waterfall and walked under it with great ease. She pulled Ducky’s hand and helped get on her two feet. Angel put her wings high, protecting Ducky and Petrie from the water pouring down at them.

Little Foot and Spike ran toward them until they saw Angel making a halt movement with her wing. She continued to lead Ducky away from the fall and walked steadily to dry land. Ducky laid herself on the grass and Angel splashed water in Petrie’s face. Petrie shot his eyes open, jerked up from Ducky’s arms and twisted to face the ground and cough out the water.

Petrie felt Ducky’s gentle hand on his back and her soft voice, “Petrie, are you okay? I told you that you would fall!” Petrie stared back at Ducky with cold eyes. “You don’t understand! I had to! It was either that or I would drown!”

Angel chimed in the conversation. “He’s right. If you can’t fight the flow, then let it go.” Another voice spoke uneasily in the clearing, “Um, are you guys okay?”
Petrie saw yellow feet right in front of him and he jerked up to stare coldly into Cera’s uneasy emerald eyes. Petrie slowly arose from the ground as if he aged to 200. His eyes, like a predator, eyed Cera and replied with a capricious voice.

“Yes, we’re all right, how about you?”

Cera looked down at her feet, signing pure uneasiness.

“I-I’m okay. I just wanted to say,”

There was an awkward pause. Everyone was at Petrie’s side, waiting for Cera’s response. Angel crossed her arms, while Ducky and Little Foot stood at Petrie’s sides. Spike rested, patiently waiting to see what would happen next. Petrie crossed his arms and did not say another word.

Cera finally spoke, not realizing that there were figures walking behind her.

“I just want to say, I’m so sorry for everything I said. Petrie, I know I have been mean to you and everyone else. I just sometimes can’t control myself. I sometimes don’t even know that I am hurting anyone’s feelings.”

Angel looked over Cera and saw Kaskae, Riku, Reggie, Dust Shoulder, Maya, Roan, a red and white spotted flyer, Water Rose, a radiant red colored flyer, Tria, and the Long-necks coming their way. Angel stepped backwards a little as she saw Riku’s cold eyes eyeing her and Petrie.

Petrie was conscientious of Riku’s presence, but he continued to listen to Cera. Everyone else was conscientious of the figures behind Cera, but they remained silent and listened to Cera’s apology.

Cera continued with a questioning glance at Angel.

“I-I just can be headstrong you know. Plus, the fact that Tria and dad are going to have a new member in the family, I’m worried they wouldn’t love me anymore because I am going to be the older one. Also, I might have to share everything that I have with a baby.”

Petrie’s eyes suddenly began to soften as Cera opened up more. He was finally starting to understand Cera. A smile also ceased his face.

Cera’s eyes started to be filled with tears. “I also was getting insecure I could see you were different Petrie. I just never saw that side of you before.”

Petrie replied coolly.

“Of course you didn’t. That’s because I was like that for the longest time. Now I am completely different flyer.”

Petrie put his hands on his hips and showed pure confidence.

“Besides, I like the new me.”

Cera nodded in agreement.

“I like the new Petrie too.”

Petrie grinned at Cera calmly. Tria also smiled behind Cera and called out.

“Cera, you’re going to love her.”

Cera jerked around and her eyes widened as she saw Tria smiling at her.

“Tria, I’m sorry, I just,” Cera timidly apologizes to her stepmother.

Tria reassured her.

“Nonsense, I understand. You don’t need to apologize to me. Besides, I know you will be an excellent big sister for her.”

Cera’s eyes widened even more, this time of excitement.

“You keep saying “her”. Does this mean the baby’s going to be a girl? Am I going to have a baby sister? How do you know?”

Tria nodded excitedly.

“The Healer Zona of Air Clan foretold it to me. She talks with the spirits and knows what will happen in the future!”

Cera suddenly started to have doubts.

“But, what if it’s not? What if it’s a boy?”

 Cera suddenly looked disgusted.

Tria shrugged.

“Well, I trust Zona’s foretelling. I believe it will be a girl.” Tria grinned and acknowledged Petrie’s presence with a silent nod. Petrie bowed to her in return.

“Congratulations.”

Tria smiled back.

“Thank you.”

Cera turned to Petrie with hopefulness in her eyes.

“So, are we still friends?”

Petrie smiled slyly and put an arm around Cera.

“Of course, I’m sticking with you” He pointed to Cera as he continued, “and the rest of the gang for life.”

Doubt suddenly gleamed in Cera’s eyes. “You do know that Angel and her clan will be going away once this war is over right?”

Petrie’s bronze eyes widened and unwrapped his wing from Cera’s shoulder.

He turned away from Cera and stated softly.

“I know Cera.”

He sighs as he lowers his head in complete disappointment.

“I know.”

Angel and Riku were arguing, while Kaskae, Reggie, Roan, Dust Shoulder, Water Rose, and Maya observed the argument.

Angel shouted.

“Why is it you always treat me like I was just born?”

Riku yelled back, “Petrie’s family is from Blood Clan! We are last remaining real clan to the council! Blood Clan has been trying to take over our clan for the last millennium! Angel, I thought you knew that! I have told you already, you cannot be with him or his friends! The whole clan will leave this place once the war ends!”

“But how do you know if it’s going to end or not? It will only end if Air Clan wins! Or, if the prophecy comes true.”

Reggie points out as she comes between the two flyers.

Water Rose, a female flyer, with a voice of dripping water and a vibrant red color with a golden yellow “collar” around her neck, also chimed in.

“Yes, and you don’t know when Blood Clan is going to attack. They are unpredictable!”

Roan went to Water Rose’s side, giving Riku a hard glare, as in warning.

If you come near my sister, I will have your wings clawed off and your teeth shipped off to Bone Valley for Black Death!

Riku snorts in disgust and Angel crosses her arms, not wanting to face her uncle’s eyes.

Kaskae observed this whole conversation, but did not say a word. He knew it would just complicate everything. He was also wise enough to not get himself into any of the drama of anyone else’s problems.

Little Foot and his grandparents were talking about how Little Foot seemed to be changing.

“You know, I just don’t seem to be the leader like I used to. I just thought that’s sort of weird.”

Grandpa Longneck gallantly curved his neck to face Little Foot as he replied to his grandson.

“I noticed. And it is okay. You and your friends are all changing at different speeds and different ways. Besides, it was never your job to look after your friends. The only dinosaur you should look after is yourself.”

Grandma Longneck added in the conversation.

“Also, a good leader does not force everyone else in the group to agree with him or her, but gives advice and lets the rest of the group decide for themselves whether or not to listen to the leader.”

Suddenly, everyone heard screeches coming from the small Air Clan group. Angel had enough with her uncle. She shouted, not caring if other people were eyeing her.

“I HAD ENOUGH WITH YOU! YOU ALWAYS TREAT ME AS IF I’M HELPLESS AND MINDLESS! I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK PETRIE AND THE REST OF HIS FRIENDS ARE NOTHING BUT TRASH! MAYBE IF YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, YOU SHOULD JUST LEAVE ME HERE IN THE GREAT VALLEY WHERE I AM ACTUALLY ACCEPTED FOR WHO I AM!”

Riku gaped at Angel’s blood curling words and replied softly.

“Angel please, that,”

Angel did not give her uncle a chance to explain, she immediately turned away and grabbed Petrie’s wrist to lead him away as if he was a hatchling.

She angrily slurred as she eyed Riku.

“C’mon Petrie, we don’t need to be around dinosaurs that hate us through and through.”

At this, Riku fell down on his knees in astonishment. Reggie sullenly sighed at this sight and a chill of air ran up and down her spine. Roan took a glimpse at Reggie’s face until her eyes met his lime green ones. He jerked away, blushing.

Water Rose smirked at this sight and whispered something in her brother’s ear, which made him haunch his shoulders uncomfortably and snarl irritably at his younger sister.

Grandma and Grandpa Longneck said their goodbyes to Kaskae, the rest of the small Air Clan group, and Tria. Grandpa Longneck turned to Little Foot and stated.

“Little Foot, I want you to be at the greeting circle where the grandmother moon reaches the middle of the sky. There is going to be a spirit ceremony taken place. We will see you there, alright?”

Little Foot nodded in reply, “Yes Grandpa. I’ll see you then.”

He looks to his grandmother and exclaims to her, “Bye Grandma!”  

He runs to Ducky and Spike, whom nod their heads in reply that they would be at the ceremony too.

Tria said to her stepdaughter, “Your father and I will see you then.”

Tria nuzzles Cera affectionately before running off to join her mate.

Another Air Clan warrior, Maya, approaches Kaskae and asks with a stern expression.

“Kaskae, the ceremony is based on Angel’s warrior ship. Don’t you think someone should fetch her now, regardless of how angry she is?”

Maya looked to Riku as she said this. Kaskae looked to where Angel and Petrie ran off. Then he looked to the partly star dotted sky, as if praying to the council for answers. Finally, he slowly turned to Maya’s direction.

“No. Whenever Angel is ready, she will be at the ceremony.”

Maya stares to where Angel was a moment ago. Then she looks to Kaskae and replies with a look of respect.

“I’ll meet you at the greeting circle. See you then your holiness.”

She lowers her head respectfully to her leader before turning away to fly off and head to the greeting circle.

Kaskae nods respectfully in return and watches Maya leave.

Dust Shoulder, Zona, and Roan took off to follow Reggie to the greeting circle, farewell. Once they waved back, Water Rose turned the other way to ask Riku, whom was still kneeling in astonishment.

“Shaman Riku, are you coming with us?”

Riku did not bother to look up and see Water Rose’s apprehensive smile.

“I’ll be there in a moment.”

Riku mumbled with pure guilt in his voice.

Water Rose nodded meekly and turned to take off in the air, following the rest of the Air Clan warriors.

Cera turned to Little Foot, Spike, and Ducky with a soft smile on her face.

“Guys, how about go to the meadow? There’s lots of open space, and we don’t get to go to the greeting circle until night.”

Ducky points out gleefully.

“Moon high to be exact Cera.”

Little Foot replied. “Sure Cera, no problem. That would be fun.”

Cera however lowered her head a little.

“You know, I still feel sorry for what I said back there.”

Spike replied. “You’re already forgiven Cera.”

Little Foot added. “Yeah, we’re still your friends no matter what.”

Cera smiled slyly at Little Foot and approached him slowly.

“Now, is that true?”

Little Foot nodded humbly. “Sure it is Cera.”

Cera playfully pushed Little Foot to the ground and hollered as she ran off.

“Then I guess you didn’t mind that! Race ya!”
 
Ducky hollered to her spunky friend.

“We’ll beat you for sure!”

Spike and Little Foot looked at each other for a couple of moments, shrugged, and ran right after Ducky and Cera.

Ducky, slowing down from exhaust, stopped trying to catch up with Cera and the others. She blankly glimpsed above her and saw Petrie and Angel flying toward the thicket of willow trees and to the purest water source in the entire Great Valley. Something inside Ducky envied the two flyers and urged her to investigate. She came into a complete halt and sneakily tip toed in the tree’s shadows to follow the two flyers.

Spike observed Ducky’s absence, so he stopped and crept away to follow his stepsister. He became ever careful on his feet, tip toeing away from the young longneck and three-horn.

Little Foot caught up more and more with Cera, having one eye looking to where Spike disappeared. He panted as he kept racing and commanded to Cera.

“Cera, look behind you.”

He turned his head, halting in one place. She copied him and saw that her swimmer friend and spike tail friend were nowhere in sight.

“Hey, where did they go? We were having fun!”

Little Foot pointed out, “They’re probably trying to find where Petrie and Angel ran off to.”

Cera shot Little Foot a puzzled glance and corrected.

“Don’t you mean where Angel and Petrie flew off to?”

Little Foot grinned and shrugged.

“Yeah, but, whatever.”

Cera rolled her eyes and exclaimed.

“Let’s go!”

Then she sneered under her breath.

“This might be interesting.”

Cera and Little Foot side by side ran off to follow Ducky and Spike. They were, however, unaware of the mystical and unusual sighting of the Aurora Borealis dancing above them, in their rhythmic, enchanting, and eternal trance.

Riku shivered in the cold frosty air. He looked up and saw the northern lights merrily dancing across the sky. Kaskae crouched to Riku’s side.

“It is chilly.”

Kaskae calmly told Riku.

“You must come to the Greeting Circle. The spirits want you there.”

Riku had a soft, teary glance at Kaskae and turned the other way.

Kaskae looked up into the sky in complete awe.

“It is a lot like home. You remember Riku. The northern lights would come every winter. I think a huge change is going to occur quickly.”

Riku grumbled without looking at Kaskae.

“Change, hah! There’s already too much change as it is. I have had enough with it!”

Kaskae looked sympathetically at Riku. He puts a gentle hand on the troubled warrior’s shoulder.

“I can’t guarantee you that all change is good. But all change happens for a reason. Even this war happened for a reason.”

Riku snarled and got himself up to get away from Kaskae.

“Leave me alone old man. This war has no reason!”

He stared at Kaskae with intensity.

“If it’s for a reason, then why is everyone dying? Why is it that there is suffering?”

Kaskae chuckled lightly.

“You want to know an answer for that; you’re going to have to ask the council themselves. However, I do know one thing. There is only hatred, terror, and war in the world only if you believe it as such. War always starts with those who don’t know what life is. So they have to kill everything they do not understand. That unfortunately is going to go on if everyone keeps strife in their hearts and does admit to what they are really feeling.”

Riku knew Kaskae was as close to the truth as he could get. There was no way you could fool him in anyway. In frustration, Riku snorted and stood up to get away from Kaskae.

“Well, I never caused any real strife towards anyone! All I am doing is protecting my clan! Is that harm to your clan?”

Kaskae breathed before he responded to Riku’s fiery reply.

“Everyone honors how loyal you are to our clan. You are determined, strong, and loyal in every way and you inspire many others to be as strong-willed as you, know this however, Angel is just as strong, loyal, and determined as you are. If you really want my advice, I suggest you talk with your niece and get to the bottom with what you both are really feeling.”

With this, Kaskae respectfully bowed to Riku and said his final word.

“I shall see you in the gathering then.”

Riku does not reply, but he stares at Kaskae and thinks about every word the elderly shaman said to him.

He looked to the ground and saw the wind blow through the blades of grass. When he sighed, his breath sounded like the wind itself. Riku felt chills up and down his spine.

Air

Fire

Air

Fire

Air

Fire

Riku looked around to find where the source of the voices came from.

Darkness fades

Darkness fades

Darkness fades

Riku closed his eyes and realized that the spirits were speaking to him. He sat down again and decided to meditate under the beautiful dancing lights. He decided to ask for help.

Help me bring peace to my clan and myself. I am worried for Angel. I know I come off strong and I know I do not understand Angel. Please great ancestors, Great Spirit, Father Sky, Mother Earth, all spirits intertwined with one another, help me to help Angel if I can.

Riku waited patiently for the reply, yet he didn’t have to, it was answered even before he prayed.

Air and Fire become one while darkness finds its own element. Have faith.

[kjeldo]

[Amaranthine]

I take that as a complient??? :huh:

[Amaranthine]

Legend 9:
Midnight Praise

   Spirits entwined everywhere in the midst. Only those whom had a cavernous sense of the Eternal World could see the flashes of energy. However, up within the Aurora Borealis, everyone whether believers or not could see the eternals watching over them in the dark, cold night.

   Angel and Petrie gracefully flew side by side among the borealis. Petrie was in awe by the lights. He had never seen anything like them.

   They sure are a rare beauty. Like, like, Petrie stared at Angel as the northern lights gracefully enhanced her feminine features by striking their aura through Angel’s spirit. Her eyes dazzled like cold the stars light years away.

   Angel’s eyes sparkled as she looked into Petrie’s metal copper toned eyes. She felt comfortable enough to look through him. She had a questionable expression as she broke the silence, which sounded like a heavenly hymn to Petrie’s ears. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

   Petrie flushes bright red and jerks the other way. He replies, and he sounded like his squeaky voice when he was a hatchling.

“What you mean,” Then he clears his throat to sound like his normal self, “Um, what do mean by that?”

   Angel moves closer to Petrie and says with a smirk ceasing her face.

“You know,”

She gave a sneering look to Petrie, but Petrie widened his eyes at a nearby tree that was in front of Angel.

“Hey look out!”

He grabbed her wrist and Angel gasped as Petrie flew away from the tree. She held on for dear life because of Petrie’s out burst. Petrie flew sideways because of Angel’s weight. However, he managed to land softly on the ground under a tall oak tree.

   Once Angel felt her feet touch the ground, she flushes, immediately lets go of Petrie, and ends the discomfited silence by placing her arms behind her back and looking down at her feet.

“Uh, thanks, I didn’t see that coming.”

Petrie shrugged.

“Eh no big, just be careful next time.”

He smiled softly, showing a friendly and soft expression towards Angel.

Angel looked up at Petrie and smirked back, showing signs of mischief.

“Something is going on you know.”

She stepped even closer to Petrie and continued.

“I sense it.”

Petrie suddenly became uncomfortable. He a step back and drips of sweat started to rain down his face.

“Yeah, uh, I’m sensing something too.”

   Behind some bushes, light blue eyes peered out to watch the two flyers unexpectedly getting closer toward each other. Two pink eyes also peered out of the bushes. The owner of the light blue eyes had her lower jaw drop and her brother chuckled softly and closed her lower jaw to her upper jaw. However, it dropped again and the stepbrother rolled his eyes to watch the two flyers still standing under the oak tree.

   Angel stepped even closer to Petrie’s body. However, to Petrie’s relief, a couple of fireflies that flew in their direction caught Angel’s attention and swirled around the pair.

The reflection of the tiny lights made Angel’s silvery-blue eyes sparkle like the stars in the dark sapphire sky. Petrie’s eyes shined into a metallic copper color.

The fireflies buzzed away and Angel nudged Petrie to signal that they should follow them. She pointed her beak directly eastward to where the fireflies were flying away.
 
As if they were young hatchlings, Angel and Petrie ran side by side, in order to catch up with the fireflies.

Spike smiled at the sight.

“Aw, hatchling love. A great sight to behold,”

Spike saw Ducky running along side of the bushes, to keep her cover and her track on the flyers.

Spike rolled his eyes and sighed as he ran to catch up with his sister.

Two pairs of emerald green eyes and bronze ran toward Spike to ask questions about his disappearance. The dinosaur with green eyes spoke softly first.

“Why are you and Ducky following Angel and Petrie?”

Spike shrugged back.

“Cera, if you want to know why I’m following them, I’m just trying to find out what my sister is doing. If you want to know why Ducky’s following them, you’re going to have to ask her yourself.”

A smirk ceased on Cera’s face as she ran faster.

“Alright, I will.”

Right after Cera ran ahead of her two male friends, Little Foot asked Spike.

“Seriously, do you have any idea why Ducky is following them?”

Spike sighed and shrugged.

“I don’t really know quite, but if you noticed, Ducky and Petrie have a really close bond. It could be possible that Ducky might be,”

Little Foot suddenly had the jolting, light bulb moment and interrupted.

“You mean Ducky is jealous of Angel?”

Spike nodded and added before Little Foot could question any further.

“Ducky is jealous because Angel can have a relationship with Petrie where she will never have with him because of her species.”

Angel purposely fell on Petrie’s side, in which Petrie gave out a shriek of surprise. They tumbled a little ways away and then they came to a halt, which had a result with Petrie lying on his back, with Angel toppling over him.

Angel gave Petrie a sheepish smile. Petrie gave a half smile and replied.

“You did that on purpose.” He narrowed his eyes at her silvery-blue ones. Angel replied coolly with a sly smile. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Petrie slowly wrapped his wings around Angel. He felt an unexpected urge to hold her tight. Angel saw this action and stared back at Petrie with a promiscuous grin.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Petrie smiled nervously, he shrugged and was about to open his mouth to speak, but Angel heard mantras among the borealis, so she turned away to look up at the magnificent lights floating above her. She felt in a trance.

Angel got herself up and tugged Petrie’s arm to urge him to get up.

“C’mon Petrie,” She stared down at him, looking more peaceful than ever. “We have to follow them.”

Petrie looked puzzled as he got up and asked her.

“Who’s ëthem’?”

Ducky narrowed her eyes as the two flyers took off in the air. She growled at this sight. Suddenly, a voice behind her made her jolt in fear.

“So, Ducky, why are you spying on them?”  

Ducky’s wide light blue eyes met Cera’s dark emerald ones. Ducky crossed her arms and snapped.

“Well, why are you spying on them? Huh?”

Cera sneers in reply.

“Well, for one thing, it’s definitely not the same reason you’re spying on them!”

Ducky snarls and clenches her petite hands into fists. She jerks away from her friends and storms off the other way to continue spying on Petrie and Angel.

Angel and Petrie took off into the starry sky, moving gracefully as if they were on of the light streaks that spread its magnificence across the black diamond sky.

Angel gave a powerful screech that echoed through the masses of the star-speckled covering. Her voice severed through the valley, between the mountains that protected the valley from the outside, and to the lonely mountains on the top of the world. The screeches of her ancestors and her surviving clan drifted through the air, to the trees, through the meadows, and to the ripples of the water.

Angel gently nudged Petrie and said to him.

“C’mon, why don’t you screech?”

Petrie starts to look irresolute.

“Angel, I don’t know. I’ll probably sound scratchy and make other dinosaurs think I died or something.”

Angel chuckled right after Petrie responded.

“Petrie, how do you know unless you try?”

Hearing those words were music to Petrie’s ears. He appreciated the comment by screeching mightily, which sent frissons up and down Angel’s spine.

“See, I told you.”

Angel grinned contentedly. Petrie grinned in return.

Angel and Petrie dived down aside the dew-pond and Petrie started to have memories of himself weeping here.

Flash Back

Petrie landed softly on the ground and splashed water in his face to wash the tears away. It seemed no use however. More tears seemed to spill out. Petrie cupped more water in his hands and saw his own reflection staring back at him. Then the image seemed transform into Pterano’s face.

I hate you. Petrie thought to himself as he splashed the water in his face. He wiped his eyes, hoping no more tears would spill.

Moments later, after Angel apologizes:  

Petrie turned to face Angel and her silvery blue eyes. He nodded to her and replied as he met her gaze. “I don’t hate you. I just wish things were different than they already are. I wish that mom or somebody else told me this sooner. No wonder why some of the adults in our herd gave me and my siblings looks whenever we walked by. They knew our history.”

Present

Petrie sniffed at the memory. He felt his hand being squeezed firmly by Angel. He turned to face her. Angel smiled softly and immediately knew what he was thinking.

“Petrie you need to stop dwelling on the past. Think of what you have now. Look at your land.”

Petrie observed everything within eye in sight as Angel waved her wing outward majestically.

“Look at everyone around you. You have family, friends, and a home to call your own. You are free to make your own choices.”

Petrie looked towards Angel and in return, Angel smiled and stared intently into Petrie’s chocolate eyes.

Angel sighed and looked to the sky before she sang.

“Many nights, we prayed, with no proof anyone could hear.”

She turned slowly toward Petrie’s intent stare and continued.

 “In our hearts a hopeful song, we barely understood. Now we are not afraid, although we know there’s much to fear, we were moving mountains long before we knew we could.”

Ducky was peering behind the bushes and listened intently to Angel’s astonishingly angelical voice. She felt entranced by it. Cera, Spike, Little Foot, who were next to Ducky, also peered through the bushes and became entranced by it.

Angel gently rested her hand on Petrie’s shoulder and continued her saintly hymn.

“There can be miracles when you believe.”

Angel proved her point by swatting a firefly aimlessly in the air.

“Though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill.”

The small, dainty creature flew away into the night away. The flyers followed it with their eyes.

“Who knows what miracles you can achieve?”

Angel stared into Petrie’s eyes and stepped even closer to him.

“When you believe somehow you will.”

Petrie stepped in even closer with a deep stare.

“You will when you believe.”

The tops of Petrie’s and Angel’s beaks brushed against each other. A red aura zoomed being attracted to them, which swirled and danced around the pair and a spark glittered between the soft yet strong stare of the two pairs of eyes.  

Riku was standing beside a tree. The firefly moved in his direction. It buzzed about him two and fro. Riku cleared his throat and stepped out to stand beside the two other flyers.

“In this time of fear,”

Angel gasped softly once she lifted her head from her passionate stare and saw Riku. She stayed in silence, holding her breath. Petrie glared at Riku.

“When prayer is so often proved in vain.”

Leaves on the oak trees began to crack and be carried away by the powerful voices of the spirits.

“Hope seemed like the autumn leaves to swiftly flow away.”

He tried to catch one in his grasp, but it ended up slipping out of his fingers. He smiled softly as he looked at Angel and approached her and sang again.
“Yet now, I’m standing here.”

Angel easily approached her uncle and smiled in return.

“I’m standing here.”

Angel echoed.

Riku hugged his niece lovingly.

“My heart is so full I can’t explain!”

Angel and Riku sang at the same time and tone as they looked at each other with no pain what so ever.

“Speaking faith and speaking words, I never thought I’d say!”

They released from the hug and gently took off, with Petrie following them. Ducky and the others also followed them on foot.

Petrie sang along with the duet.

“There can be miracles when you believe.”

Ducky echoed softly.

“When you believe.”

The trio continued to sing.

“Though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill.”

Petrie repeated.

“It’s so hard to kill.”

Angel and Riku continued.

“Who knows what miracles you can achieve.”

Petrie repeated.

“You can achieve.”

Angel sang alone.

“When you believe,”

Riku sang alone next.

“Somehow you will.”

Petrie sang next.

“You will when you,”

All three sang the last note. “Believe.”

They suddenly heard a chorus ahead them which sounded like a spirited group of elementals singing their spiritual hymn.

   פרשןדק אם איק דפןרןאד כםר איקט ישהק ארןוצפיקג עךםרןדךט!

Petrie’s entire senses became aware of the sound.

“What is that?”

Angel’s and Riku’s eyes brightened up, but Angel was the one that spoke.

“It’s Aunt Reggie, hurry, down there!”

She pointed toward the source of the sound, which came from the greeting circle. Air Clan was already calling to the council! Reggie was on the large boulder and performing for the council and everyone to hear.

The three flyers speedily flew toward the circle to land into the middle.

Everyone circling Reggie gasped at the sight, but Reggie saved the flyers’ embarrassment by sliding down from the boulder and having them stand so they could sing along with her.

“Mi-cha-mo-cha ba-elim adonai!”

Water Rose sang along with Reggie in a duet.

“Mi-ka-mo-cha ne-dar-ba-ko-desh!”

Angel called for everyone around them to sing.

“Come on everyone! Dance and sing with us!”

Riku lead the males of the valley sing along.

“Na-chi-tah v’-chas-d’-cha am zu ga-al-ta!” 
 
Reggie lead the females of the valley sing along as well.

“Na-chi-tah v’-chas-d’-cha am zu ga-al-ta!” 


Everyone all together sang along, “A-shi-ra, a-shi-ra, A-shi-ra....”

“I will sing to the spirits for they have triumphed gloriously! I will sing to the spirits for they have triumphed gloriously! Who are like you, oh ancestors, among the celestial! Who are like you, majestic in holiness! In Your Love, You lead the people You redeemed! In Your Love, You lead the people you redeemed! I will sing to the spirits for they have triumphed gloriously! I will sing to the spirits for they have triumphed gloriously! I will sing to the spirits for they have triumphed gloriously!”

Angel sang, with Reggie and her whole clan.

“There can be miracles when you believe! Though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill!”

Petrie repeated with a wide, wonderful smile.

“It’s hard to kill!”

Then he led the Great Valley herd into the song again.

“Who knows what miracles you can achieve!”

Angel repeated.

“You can achieve!”

 Everyone sang as one.

“When you believe! Somehow you will! You will when you believe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Kaskae had a bowl of yellow permanent paint, which he approached Angel with curtsey. Angel lowered her head to bow before him and she received her warrior mark at last.

“You have the mark of leadership. The sun, for which brings life to all. You are officially a true warrior of Air Clan.” Kaskae had pride filling in his eyes and hope in his soul. Angel looked up at Kaskae and hugged him, feeling pure happiness and victory. Kaskae chuckled heartily and hugged in return. Petrie bowed to Angel curtly and stated, “Congratulations shamaness.”

Kaskae immediately lets go as Angel turns around with joyful tears streaming down her face.

“You will when you believe!”

The whole clan and the Great Valley screeched to the aura borealis.


Petrie and Angel looked deep into each other’s eyes and felt the spirits gently pushing them towards each other. They ended the line by singing,

“You will when you believe!”

They locked beaks and they hugged in a warm embrace. Cera, Little Foot, and Spike whistled on the side as they saw the two lovebirds in their bad case of hatchling love.

“Woo-hoo! I knew it would happen!” Cera remarked.

Ducky suddenly forgot her envious feelings and cried for the pair. Ducky, you’re so silly! These two love each other! You should be happy for them! Spike walked toward Ducky and nuzzled her trying to comfort her.

“I’m sorry Ducky. I know it would never work out, but you have to admit,”

Spike turned to the lovesick flyers.

“They were made for each other right from the start.”

Ducky hugged Spike.

“Yeah I know.”

She sighed at the sight of the passionate relationship of the two flyers.

“That’s why I’m crying for them Spike.”

Spike smiled at Ducky and nudged her.

“That’s my sis, always looking on the bright side.”

You will when you believe!

[Amaranthine]

Legend 10:
Bloody Plans

   Everything was full of joy, prosperous spirituality, and new beginnings abundantly blossomed within the heart of the Great Valley. There was hardly a glum face at all.

Of the rest of the world however, it was a completely different sight to behold.

Darkness clouded the rest of the world like a haunting memory. The traces of Blood Clan were impossible to miss. In every cave there would be a Blood Clan warrior “looking out” for a helpless family serving under the nobles or the holy family. On every mountain peak, a warrior would stand on their perch and look below on everything they would percept as unworthy.

In every river that blessed the earth would be contaminated with more than a splash of blood. In every field, in every desert, every island, every marsh, every tundra, in every territory that once belonged to the four righteous clans of the council, air, water, fire, and earth, was in rule of the cruel, merciless, and power hungry claws of “His Pestilence”.  Alternatively, as many of his followers would call him, Lord Black Death.
   
The Mysterious Beyond was renamed Bone Valley right after Black Death’s grandfather, Lord Blood Claw, took over the Mysterious Beyond.

Once Lord Blood Claw died, Black Death’s father, Lord Ripped Heart expanded the territory even further North, to where Air Clan’s Northern Peace Mountain Temple was located.

Lord Ripped Heart suddenly suffered a sickness that made him too frail to lead anymore. He retried and had his son Black Death became blessed as total Lord of Blood Clan.

   The Jagged Mountain Palace was craved in a form of a flyer taking off in from the ground. The noblest Blood Clan warriors, priests, and the holy family lived within it. Right at the left eye of the mountain, there stood a solemn fire orange colored flyer looking through the eye, as a window, to his land. When he sighed so softly, anyone could have mistaken his breath to be the wind. He showed a death-like expression as he saw the slaves’ tedious faces below his flyer craved palace. He heard the cracks of the whips and slashing of teeth and claws that were made by the “purified” Blood Clan warriors and the faint calls for mercy were the replies of the slaves.

“Your graciousness; Prince Pterano,”

The orange flyer jolted at the sound of his title. He slowly turned to a blue-feathered guard looking toward him with concern.  

The young prince shivered and stammered. “Ye-yes lieutenant?” The blue-feathered lieutenant continued.

“His pestilence wants you to make a speech about the plans.”

The orange flyer tried to make himself calm by straightening his stance and nodding respectfully to the lieutenant.  

“Yes, of course, thank you Lieutenant Spark.” The lieutenant formally bowed to the prince as the imperial flyer passed him.

Pterano walked steadily as he passed other guards of the palace. He didn’t give a side way glance at any of them. Every single one of them lowered themselves to kowtow before Pterano. Terror sprinkled in this fire colored eyes as he passed them.

Pterano walked from the head of the palace down the spiral staircase that led to the pit of the palace. He felt so petrified by the thought of the crowd of warriors and his father glaring up at him as he would stand on the speaking boulder before them all. Even though he knew he could simply fly down, according to the code of Jagged Fang, physically flying inside her palace, her temple, would show complete disrespect. He would be showing that he was higher rank over the Goddess, and that would cause his soul to suffer amazing, brutal, death in Jagged Fang's hell.

Pterano gasped softly as he stepped on a loose stone that was built in the spiral staircase. It fell downward in the continuous black hole that seemed to never end. He gulped feebly at the sight of the terrifying fall.

As Pterano came closer and closer downward, he heard slow, steady, and unearthly chanting right at the bottom of the mountain palace. All warrior dinosaurs were the chorus, following the Generals, then the priests and the priestess, the Soul Shrinker. They chanted in the native language that Jagged Fang personally took from the Fire Clan.

Αφήστε όλη τη θανάσιμη σάρκα να μαραθεί στην απελπισία (Let all mortal flesh cry in despair!)

Εκείνα τα ανάξια κτήνη του φορτίου πεθαίνουν πριν από το ευγενές (Those unworthy beasts of burden die before the noble one!)

Αφήστε εκείνων που ευλογούνται ερχόμενος πριν από το savior (Let those who are blessed come before the savior of life!)

Twenty servants with red gashes all over their brawny bodies use strong vine ropes to pull a veiled statue of the righteous one.

Σας σώζει από την αμαρτωλή φύση σας, από την απελπισία σας, από θανάσιμο μόνο σας, από την πληγή σας στη γη! (She will save you from your sinful nature, from your despair, from your mortal self, from your curse on earth!)

Pterano came down from the last step and all of the generals, warriors, servants, slaves, even his two other siblings, Blood Fang and Shadow Heart kneeled on the hard stoned ground before himself. Pterano inhaled slowly and exhaled at an even slower speed.

Εξυπηρετηθείτε όπως αντάξιος για τους! Ιεροί (Serve yourself as worthy for them! The holy ones!)

Pterano turned his body toward the speaking boulder, which was higher than any of the warriors below it. On top was Black Death, looming down on Pterano and had his hands in a saintly prayer position, his extremely long and deadly claws clicked as the tips touched the other tips. No emotion was expressed on this dark lord’s face what so ever. Pterano kneeled himself down to kowtow before his ruler.

Θα είμαστε υπάλληλοι σε σας, εάν εξυπηρετείτε τον οδοντωτό κυνόδοντα! Μας πάρτε στο δίκαιο, ταπεινό σπίτι μας επάνω υψηλό. Σε υψηλό! (We will be servants to you, if you serve Jagged Fang! Take us to our righteous, humble home on high. Take us on high!)

Black Death stood aside and Pterano took off from the ground to land on top of the sacred boulder. Pterano motioned his hands upward for everyone else to get out of their kowtow positions and stand up to look toward the young prince. The chorus stopped and they waited for Pterano to make his speech.

Pterano started.

“Η αγαπητή γενιά αίματός μου. Όλοι οι δίκαιοι αδελφοί και οι αδελφές, μου δανείζουν τα αυτιά σας έτσι μπορώ να πω,” (My dear Blood Clan. All righteous brothers and sisters, lend me your ears so I can say,”)

Είμαι προδότης μας όλοι! (I am a traitor of us all!)

Pterano paused a moment as he heard an eerie voice in the atmosphere. It sounded like a voice he heard in a nightmare.

Pterano looked to the priests. However, it was not any of the priests because they respectfully remained silent as he spoke. Pterano shook the dark thought away and continued his speech.

“Έχω ένα σχέδιο, για να μας φέρω όλων στη δόξα, για να μας πάρω μακρυά από το lowly κράτος μας (I have a plan, to bring us all to glory, to take us away from our lowly state!)”

Για να μας φέρει για να ντροπιάσει! (To bring us to shame!)

“Ένα μέρος της περιπόλου μπορεί να πάει δυτικά της μεγάλης κοιλάδας, άλλο μπορεί να πάει ανατολικά. (One part of the patrol can go west of the Great Valley, the other can go east.)”

Έτσι μπορούμε να τους προδώσουμε όλοι! (So we can betray them all!)

“Πάρτε τους νέους, παίρνει τον ανυπεράσπιστο! Κάνετε να ανοίξετε πυρ για μια λαμπρή γιορτή!” (Take the young ones, take the defenseless! Make an open fire for a glorious feast!)

Μια πυρκαγιά για να καταστρέψει όλους! (A fire to destroy all!)

“Εξ ονόματος του οδοντωτού κυνόδοντα, ευλογήστε εκείνων που θα είναι αντάξιοι, και να σκοτώσουν άλλων που δεν είναι τίποτα περισσότεροι και αιχμηρό κρέας δοντιών!” (On behalf of Jagged Fang, bless those who will be worthy, and slay others who are nothing more and sharp tooth meat!)

Με στείλετε μέσω των φλογών! (Send me through the flames of Jagged Fang!)

“Μην σιγουρευτείτε κανενός από το νέο κύβο αυτών σε αυτό το ταξίδι, ειδικά η αυτοκράτειρα αέρα και ο απόγονος του προδότη!” (Make sure none of the young ones die on this trip, especially the last Air Clan descendant and the traitor’s offspring!)

Το αίμα μου (My own blood!)

“Να κάνουν ως κυβερνήτες σας πέστε και θα ζήσετε σαν είστε εμείς!” (Do as your rulers say and you will live as if you are us!)

Θα πεθάνετε εάν δεν μας ακολουθείτε! (You will die if you don’t follow us!)

Pterano closed his eyes and felt tension going up to his head.

Στάση αυτό! Το cWho πάντα εσείς είναι! Στάση αυτή! (Stop it! Who ever your are! Stop that!)

He clenched his fists as he tried to fight back whom ever was talking back to him. He inhaled with his body shaking and he exhaled with his breath smoothly coming out. He reopened his eyes and began again, this time with a stronger voice.

Τώρα, καθώς αυτοί οι πιστοί υπάλληλοι της γενιάς αίματος τραβούν το πέπλο του για να αποκαλύψουν το savior μας, αφήστε όλοι μας να χαρούν ως μια θριαμβευτική γενιά! Μας αφήστε όλοι, να είστε αντάξιος της παρουσίας των προγόνων και όλοι δυνατοί! (Now, as these loyal servants of Blood Clan pull his veil to reveal our savior, let the rest of us rejoice as one triumphant clan! Let us all, be worthy of the presence of the ancestors and the all mighty!)

Death defying screeches arose from the crowd of thousands. Thundering roars came from the sharp teeth that struggled to get away from their masters in anticipation. Other dinosaurs one by one screeched, bellowed, growled, roared, chirped, and trumpeted in bloodthirsty triumph.

Pterano, shaken by the commotion, motioned to the twenty slaves to take the long, delicately made veil off the statue of the Savior herself. Little by little, the parts of the veil fell to the ground revealing a saintly looking stone-carved statue of Goddess Jagged Fang. It showed a dignified female flyer standing tall and strong. Her eyes pierced with a fire that seemed to still be alive in the stone carvings’ glare. In her left hand, she had a torch with no flame. Her right arm was raised up in a tyrant salute.

   Everyone chanted and raised their unearthly voices in their salute toward the statue facing them, “Οδοντωτός κυνόδοντας χαλαζιού!” (HAIL JAGGED FANG!)

   His Pestilence remained emotionless, standing in the shadows on the boulder. He observed every little thing in the entire stone palace despite all of the commotion of the many eerie voices rising up to the father sky.

Suddenly, the priestess, a fast runner called The Soul Shrinker emerged from the crowd.

Lord Black Death and the priestess exchanged respectful nods to each other. Then the priestess walks toward the statue and raises her arms high up to the sky so everyone could get her attention. Everyone stopped their blood curling cheers.

“Αφήστε όλους εκείνους που είναι συμπονετικά στη χαμηλότερη κατάσταση του κόσμου έρχονται εμπρός,” She exclaimed, “και θα ευλογήσετε άλλων με γενναιόδωρα να ρίξετε το αίμα σας σε εκείνοι που είναι πιό αντάξιοι από σας!” (Let all those who are pitifully in the lower state of the world come forth, and you shall bless others by generously shedding your blood to those who are even less worthy than you!)
   
A long line of unwanted servants, sick, wounded, old, and weak warriors lined up in an organized fashion. They all groaned in weary grief knowing what was going to happen to them.

The sharp teeth and their masters snapped at any sacrifices that got out of line. A thin blue colored sharp tooth jerked her vine leash that her master was hanging on to.

A long tailed servant flyer girl clutched her father’s hand and shivered under his wing. She questioned with tears rolling down her cheeks in confusion and blind fear.

“Papa, why are they doing this to us?”

Her father held her tightly and shushed her.

“Please, my daughter, don’t ask questions. They’ll,”

“Αυτό που ήταν αυτό?” (What was that?)

A well-muscled arm took the little girl by the wrist and spoke in Blood Clan’s native tongue. The girl just stared at the brawny flyer guard in horror. She became stupefied. It was not before long once the guard tore her away from her father and once she tried to resist the guard’s grasp, the guard motioned for his Sharp Teeth to attack the defenseless girl.

Moments later, after screams and cries for useless help, the small lifeless body was dragged away by some black painted slaves, with blood oozing out of it, making a trail. The father clasped onto his knees and demanded the guard to kill him too.

“Θα πάρετε τη στροφή σας σε μια στιγμή τώρα. Get up!” (You will get your turn in a while now. Get up!)

The guard replied as he kicked the grieving father. Everyone got out of the way so they could avoid the guard kicking them too.

“Enough!” A voice thundered within the palace.

Everyone looked toward the direction of the voice. A strong, grand flyer figure hastened toward the guard, making his brown skin look pale.

The father servant couldn’t help but witness a tinge of red on the guard’s cheeks as he saw the figure marching toward him. The grand figure held her crest high and her chocker of teeth rattled against each other. Her skin was dark and her odd eyes, one was ember, the other violet, pierced and narrowed with an emotion the father servant could not distinguish.

The same brown guard that killed the young girl and threatened the father was kowtowing and shaking in complete terror as he looked up at the dark figure.

“Grand Duchess Blood Fang,” the guard started, “please, this servant was misbehaving, I…”

“Enough of your fake excuses,” Grand Duchess Blood Fang snapped back in native Blood Clan tongue. “You are interrupting a sacred ritual Lieutenant Sierra. Get back with the other warriors unless you want to be the first sacrifice to Goddess Jagged Fang.”

Sierra widened his eyes at the Duchess, as if in bewilderment. He got himself up immediately and walked slowly away to get in the back with the other warriors. Blood Fang eyed him as he walked away from her. He looked slightly back at the Duchess, and then looked away again.

Blood Fang then jerked her head away (the father servant looked to her in bewilderment as well as confusion as she tore away from the crowd of servants) and approached the Soul Shrinker with a deep respect. She kowtowed and then got herself up once the Soul Shrinker nodded in approval. Blood Fang then explained apologetically.

“Λυπάμαι τρομερά για την ψυχή Shrinker ιερειών διακοπής παρακαλώ συγχωρήστε μερικές από τις αμαρτίες του στρατιώτη μας (I am terribly sorry about the interruption Priestess Soul Shrinker; please forgive some of our soldier’s sins.)”

Lord Black Death peered over his daughter’s and the Priestess’s conversation with pure interest. It seemed as if he knew something hidden in his daughter’s tone as she spoke. He even heard her tone as she spoke with Sierra.

Suddenly, Black Death’s eye expression changed instantly from curiosity into burning rage.

Blood Fang gave a final bow to the Soul Shrinker and walked back to her brother, Shadow Heart and the other Blood Clan warriors. Black Death eyed her with his blood red, burning eyes.

Pterano stared at Black Death then at his sister in horror.  Then back at Black Death, then at Blood Fang.

“AAH!!!!!”

Pterano jerked his head toward the source of the scream. The ritual had finally begun.

The first sacrifice gave out an eerie screech as the priestess pressed a spear into the servant’s chest and into the heart. The servant fell backwards and scarlet liquid squirted and splashed out towards the other sacrifices in back of him. They all screamed and backed away at the sight of the dead servant. This particular servant was a large feathered flyer who was a male. His eyes shot open at the shock of the spear and blood came out of his mouth as he coughed blood violently for at least three times. After what seemed to be an eternity, he finally laid flat on the floor and moved no more.  

One swimmer servant fainted at that sight of blood. She fell hard on the stone floor and blood leaked from her head. Unconscious she lay, yet no one bothered to help her. They knew that was her fate anyway.

Pterano had to clutch his own stomach, feeling a sickening feeling in there. He felt ill and he wanted to vomit right then and there.

A second seemed to be a year when everyone observed the blood and corpses before them. Blood colored the floor scarlet and corpses were stacked in high piles. One by one, a scream just followed another scream, and Soul Shrinker’s face glowed with a perfidious hunger as she slayed every sacrifice with her blood-drenched spear.

When it was the father flyer’s turn, he looked to the Dark Lord, only to have the Dark Lord have an expressionless glance.

Only pure innocence flooded the servant’s eyes as he met his fate. Tears and blood sprayed from the body as the spear pierced his heart. One of his tears squirted the Soul Shrinker’s eye. She blinked to smear the tear away, but nothing more.

The last sacrifice was a young female longneck; she looked around in her late teens. Her head was down and her eyes sullen.

Pterano turns his back away and shuts his eyes from this moment and waited for a cry.

Savor iий этот момент, потому что он мо продолжают. Savor iий этот момент, потому что он мо продолжают. ! (I savor this moment, for it’s my last. I savor this moment, for it is my last. I have light at my tunnel.)

Pterano reopened them and heard a chant. He gasped softly, but because of his jerking movement, a steady and deadly voice asked next to him.

“What is it Pterano?”

Pterano stared open mouthed at his father’s puzzled glare. He had his claws coiled over Pterano’s shoulder.

   He immediately closed his mouth, knowing it would be impolite. He was about to open his mouth again to answer until he heard a final scream of the young longneck.

Pterano turned to see a sharp tooth walking slowly to the longneck. The sharp tooth’s eyes flashed red and grimaced under the dim moonlight, which showed his masculine features and the dreaded scar on his right eye.
   
Pterano immediately knew who this sharp tooth was.  

   Red Claw!

   Everyone around the scene shouted and bellowed ominous cries. They all cheered for the sharp tooth. The unworthy one would have to accept the fate. With the wave of the Soul Shrinker’s hand, she hollered.

“Τώρα! (Now)”

Right after Red Claw did his duty, the “blessed” servants scooped the oodles of blood into clam-shelled bowls.  

Red Claw walked toward the boulder, looked up at Black Death, and growled in his sharp tooth language.

“Is that all master?”

Black Death stepped out of the shadows, smiled politely, and nodded slightly in approval.

“Yes, it is. Thank you again Red Claw.”

He growled in sharp tooth language.

Red Claw slowly turned away without even a glance at Pterano.

Pterano shivered as if a cool breeze chilled his spine. He looked warily at the sharp tooth, which turned away and slowly walked out of the palace without another word.

While everyone else went to his or her duties right away, His Pestilence had a dead expression as he took off from the boulder and landed to walk toward the Soul Shrinker. The Soul Shrinker nodded respectfully at him as he approached her. She then nodded to Pterano to approach her too.

Pterano nodded in understanding, but in apprehension.

The servants of the Priestess and the priests scooped the blood into their bowls and carried them all outside the palace and into the stone temple just next to the palace. There, they could begin their blessings. Black Death and Pterano followed Soul Shrinker outside of the palace and into the temple along with the servants.

Blood Fang and Shadow Heart ordered everyone else in the palace to their duties, prepare for battle, and wait for Pterano to give more orders. Shadow Heart suddenly turned to Blood Fang and touched her arm. Blood Fang closed her eyes and did not look at her brother at all.

“I know what you were trying to do Blood Fang. You know, back there. It’s okay, your secret is safe with me.” Shadow Heart grinned at his last sentence.

Blood Fang jerked to her brother with hard-core eyes. She slashed him with her claws, which made her brother fall backwards and stare at his sister in bewilderment. Blood Fang kneeled down to her brother and whispered in his ear with gritted teeth.

“There is no secret in this palace, as far as His Pestilence is concerned.”

With this, she stalked away in a huff, leaving her brother dazed as to what just happened.

In the heart of the temple, where only the Priestess and some very important authority figures could enter, Soul Shrinker and Black Death spoke softly and solemnly to each other.

Pterano stayed outside, waiting for his turn to come into the altar.

“Soul Shrinker, I beginning to fear the worst. How Blood Fang acted in that ritual, it was not like her at all.”

The Soul Shrinker gravely nodded at Black Death’s statement as she lightened some candles on her alter stone table. She looked into the flames as if for an answer. She watched them dance about and spark lit her eyes with an uncanny emotion. She turned slowly to Black Death.

“My Lord,”

She replied in a soothing voice and with a sympathetic expression.

“You must not worry so much about that. You know Blood Fang would never shame you. You know she has a bit of Jagged Fang in her.”

Black Death looked to the Priestess with uncertainty. The Priestess looked to him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Besides,”

Soul Shrinker whispered in his ear.

“You have more power than any of those mortal fools combined. No warrior would even think of doing anything that is unacceptable in front of you.”

Black Death sighed, feeling a reassured. The Soul Shrinker backed away to go to her stash of ritual ingredients. A daddy long legs crawled out of her stash. She smiled at the sight of it. Black Death knew that Soul Shrinker had a fascination with spiders. He never cared for them himself, but he admired how deadly spiders could really be. This gave him an idea.

Once the Soul Shrinker turned around and met His Pestilence’s stare. They grinned at one another.

“You have those bugs in your stash don’t you?”

Black Death asked with his arms crossed and with a sly expression.

The Soul Shrinker nodded and revealed to Black Death a jar with dust and moving vermin within the jar.

“Yes and I have enough to feed 20 brainless sharp teeth.”

Black Death’s fangs flashed with an eerie glow and he tapped the jar with his claw. Then he looked around the rest of the altar.

“Do you have other ways to weaken them besides those pests?”

The Soul Shrinker grinned entirely wide and whispered in Black Death’s ear.

“I think you can figure that out on your own. Your warriors are capable of doing destruction just as much as you are. There are many ways of torture Black Death. You just have to find the ones that really work.”

Moments later, the boulder that closed the altar, suddenly opened. Pterano jumped and backed away in surprise.

“Marvelous news Pterano,”

Black Death started to say once he got out of the altar.

“We have a way to bring the herd down once and for all.”

Pterano was almost afraid to ask.

“What do you mean?”

Black Death motioned for Pterano to come into the altar, he whispered to his worried son.

“Go in there and you will understand.”

Black Death kowtowed to the Soul Shrinker and then walked out of the temple, nodding approvingly to priests as he passed by them. They bowed formally in return.

Pterano walked into the altar and the boulder immediately shut out the dim light behind him. He jumped a little as this happened.

“You seem intense Prince Pterano. You are also jumpy. Am I scaring you in any way?”

The Soul Shrinker had her hands wrapped around the jar as she looked intently at Pterano.

Fear was obvious to see in Pterano’s stare, but he did not attempt to admit this.

“No, of course not your holiness.”

“Very good, now, let me show you something.”

The Soul Shrinker revealed to Pterano the jar and Pterano had the creeps as he saw the pests swarming in their confinement.  

“What is this for?”

Pterano asked with horror accenting his tone.

The Soul Shrinker stood next to Pterano and simply replied.

“This is the Great Valley’s future.”

[Amaranthine]

Legend 11:
The Plague Valley

The Great Valley celebrated the entire ceremony all night long. Pure joy sprouted from every spirit of the valley.

Angel danced all night with Petrie by her side. Although, Petrie was not a very good dancer, Angel even chuckled certain times when he got some of the dance steps wrong, but she would gently correct the errors and keep dancing.

The special dance, Petrie came to find out just by watching the Air Clan, it was a combo of belly dancing and the fighting Air Clan technique,Wind Dancing. He felt stupid and awkward missing some of the steps and seeing the other Air Clan members dancing rapidly and smoothly.

“Petrie, you know that song that we sang earlier? That’s not in Air Clan’s native tongue.” Angel stated to him.

Petrie listened to her intently and his expression seemed to say, “Really?”

Angel continued, “Would you like to learn the Air Clan language?”

“Sure okay,” Petrie replied.

“Alright, follow me.” Angel took Petrie by the hand and pulled him aside from the crowd and sat him down on the side lines.

“Okay, say this,”

Once Angel opened her mouth in her native tongue, it sounded like eerie echoes bouncing off the cliff side. Petrie never heard of such an accent. She also pronounced the words easily so Petrie could hear them more clearly.

“Anernerk”

“Anernerk.”

Angel said again, “Anernerk anana,”

Petrie replied, “Anernerk, anana,”

Angel said next, “Anernerk anana Ujara.”

Petrie repiled, “Anernerk anana, ujara,”

“Anernerk tu anana.”

“Anernekr tu anana.”

Angel then said, “Anernerk tu Quvianuq ujara.”

Petrie then says, “Anernerk tu Quvianuq ujara.”

Angel smiles a very angelic, sweet smile and hugs Petrie in a sweet embrace.  

Petrie asked in a somewhat clueless tone, “Um, what did I say?”

Angel whispered in his ear, “You said, “Angel is feeling joy around Petrie.”

Petrie blushed madly and Angel kissed him on the cheek.

Petrie then asked, “So, your name in Air Clan tongue is “Anernerk?”

Angel nodded. “I’m not really supposed to tell you that, but I wanted to anyway.”

Petrie looked side-aways, feeling a bit uncomfortable, but then says, “Then my name is Ujara?”

Angel nodded, “Yes, it means, “rock” or “stone”.”

Angel got herself up and said, “Sorry if you got uncomfortable, I just really like you, you know.”

Petrie stood up, “Yeah, I know,”

Petrie kissed Angel on the beak, “I really like you too.”

Angel blushed in reply.

Once the chanting of the singers and the energy of all of the dancing died down, Angel introduced some of the Air Clan warriors to Petrie such as Air Whistler, who was deaf, yet could feel the beat of the energy forces around him.

“This is Air Whistler, he’s deaf, but he was almost always the first of us to spot sharp teeth.” The older blue and white colored flyer smiled and nodded respectfully to Petrie. The younger flyer returned the nod by giving the same gesture.

“This is Light Dancer; she gave us all positive influence even in the darkest of times.”

Angel gestured toward Light Dancer, a pretty, light red flyer with a golden colored “collar” and big dazzling yellow eyes with some dark red accent in them.

Light Dancer had an accent Petrie never heard of before.

“I heard a lot about you Petrie, is it true that you are the nephew of Prince Pterano of Blood Clan?”

Petrie’s smile faded and his eyes traveled down to his feet. His hands were behind his back and he bit his lower beak. Through gritted teeth, he replied to Light Dancer.

“Y-yes, it is true.”

Angel sighed in frustration, crossed her arms and cleared her throat as she looked to Light Dancer in a “watch it” expression with her icy blue-silvery eyes.

Light Dancer put her hands to her beak and gasped at what she said.

“Oh, right,” Light Dancer lightly laid her hand on Petrie’s arm. Petrie looked up and saw big yellow dazzling eyes.

“I am very sorry Petrie.”

Petrie smiled softly and discreetly replied to the big-hearted flyer.

“It’s alright, thank you Light Dancer.”

Petrie walked away from Light Dancer and waited for Angel to introduce the other clan members.

Petrie came to know every clan member in Air Clan. Most of them were polite towards him, however, very few showed signs of relaxation when he was in their presence.

One elderly light gray, crest-less flyer with a bruised eye, Dark Eye, only made a gruff noise once Angel introduced him. Before he turned away from the younger flyers, he glared at Petrie for a few moments as if scanning him.

Petrie had a nervous expression once the older flyer was out of sight.

Angel nudged her shoulder against his.

“Don’t worry about him. Dark Eye is just not comfortable in social situations and he’s been through a lot,”

Angel’s smile disappeared instantly, looked to her clan members, and sighed.

“Everyone has.”

There was an uneasy silence between the two young flyers.

Petrie was the first to break the silence.

“Um, how about I introduce you to my siblings?”

Angel smiled amiably.

“Sure, that would be nice.”

Petrie led Angel to Rebecca and a group of young flyers that must have been Petrie’s siblings.

“Hi everyone!” Petrie replied to his family as the looked back at him.

They all said “hi” back to both Petrie and Angel.

“This is Angel,” Petrie explained and Angel bowed once she was introduced.

“Angel these are my siblings,” Petrie then began to introduce his siblings.

“Branson,” A light bluish male flyer with light brown eyes bowed formerly to Angel.

“Nice to meet you Angelina.”

Angel chuckled at the younger flyer’s sophistication.

“Nice to meet you too, however you can just call me Angel.”

Branson looked up to her with red accenting his cheeks.

Petrie smiled slyly at the sight of this. Still, he continued the introduction.

“This is Kalman and Reba.”

Angel narrowed her eyes at the two flyers. They both were fiery orange colored flyers with amber eyes. Angel shook her head and blinked a bit to see if her mind was playing tricks with her. However, the flyers remained identical.

“Well, I always had trouble with names, but the fact that you two look alike is going to be even harder for me to call you by the right names!”

One of them replied to Angel, who evidently was one of Petrie’s sisters.

“Well, by our voices you can tell which is which.”

Kalman sneered as he approached Angel.

“You have the hots for my brother huh?”

Petrie slapped his face with his hand and let out an exasperated sigh.

Angel looked at Kalman uneasily and tried to think of a good answer to this question.

Angel shrugged and blushed in reply, “Well, I guess you could say that,”

Kalman then chanted, “Petrie and Angel sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,”

Petrie exclaimed, “Man you're so immature!”

Rebecca calmly stated to her sons, “Kalman, your brother is right, that is an impolite thing to do with guests around. And Petrie, be nice to your brother.”

“Yes mom.” Petrie and Kalman said at the same time.

Angel chuckled at this particular scene.

Another dark blue female flyer hid behind Rebecca. She gently nudged her daughter a bit forward. Her daughter looked to her mom with large worrisome bright violet eyes.

Her mother nodded encouragingly for her to go forward. She gulped softly and looked to Angelina and forced herself to smile shyly.

“Hi...Shaman Angelina,” She seemed to shake as she held her hand out to Angelina. “It’s v...ery nice to meet you. I’m Marie.”

Angel smiled softly with complete compassion and replied politely with a bow. “Very nice to meet you too Marie.”

Marie jerked her hand back as her body became tense and completely shaken up. Then she turned red, realizing shaking hands was not the custom among  the Air Clan.

Reba then spoke to Angel next in forming a question.

“I’m just curious, is it true about what happened to your parents and about us being related to Blood Clan?”

Angel looked to Reba puzzled and a little irritated that she was asked that. She then looked to Petrie with a questioning expression. Petrie repiled with tension in his voice,

“Um, she wanted to know what was going on and I kind of have a hard time keeping secrets. Sorry.”

Angel then looked to Rebecca, hoping not to disrespect the older flyer by saying the wrong thing. Rebecca humbly nodded to Angel with her eyes slightly closed, since she knew what would come next.

Angel looked to Reba, but this time, Reba had Kalman, Branson, and Marie by her side. Angel sighed and explained.

“Yeah, my parents did die because of Blood Clan. And yes, you are related to them.”

Angel turned slightly away, expecting the siblings to loathe her and yell at her, but to her surprise, it was completely the opposite.

Marie stalled and looked to her siblings as if she was speaking to them mentally. Then she was the first to step toward her and she hug her. Angel gasped at this and she hugged back.

“Thanks, that’s sweet of you.” Angel replied.

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” Marie replied back.

Reba, Kalman, and Branson looked back at their mom with a deep rage that seemed to have affected the energy in the atmosphere in the smallest way.

Reba spoke with hot boiling tears starting to from in her eyes. “Mom, why didn’t you tell us any of that?”

“Yeah, and why didn’t you tell us the truth when the other dinosaurs made fun of us?” Kalman chimed in.

Rebecca breathed before she could say anything else, and she prayed to the spirits that she would say the right things.

“Well, first of all, I did not want to tell any of your the truth because we do unfortunately have a dark history in our family. So I hid it from you so you wouldn’t have to carry the same burden that I did.”

Reba and Kalman had flaring anger making them only see red. Marie was just horrified of the thought of herself being related to the most hated clan on the face of Mother Earth. Branson looked to the horizon where the sun was rising, having its rays stretched out over the land, he seemed to think of something else beyond of what the others were currently talking about. The dark blue male flyer suddenly felt a sheer chill through his body and shivered. Angel noticed his movement and she touched his shoulder gently. Branson took a small as at her as Angel asked,

“Branson, you’re shivering. Are you okay?”

Branson hugged himself and repiled as he stared into the horizon.

“It’s just a little cold, that’s all.” He repiled as he shivered some more.

Angel leaned against him and looked to the horizon as well. She closed her eyes and she suddenly heard voices among the wind. She heard an eerie female voice that gave a cry that made her small and almost unnoticeable hairs stand on end.

AHHHHH!!!!!!!

Ηισ Πεστιλενψε δεσενδσ ον τηε λανδ, το ςραπ τηε λανδ ςιτη ηισ βλαψκ εμβραψε. Δεαδ σοθλσ στιρ ςιτηιν τηε ψρυπτ οφ Ξαγγεδ Φανγ’σ ετερναλ ηελλ. (His pestilence descends on the land, to wrap the land in his Black embrace. Dead souls stir within the crypt of Jagged Fang’s hell.)

Angel’s eyes shot open and she twirled around to the others and suddenly stopped all of the arguing that was happening.

“You don’t notice the winds?”

Everyone looked to her with puzzled and shocked expressions.

Petrie asked, “What do you mean?”

Angel closed her eyes and breathed in and out. She bit her lower lip than replied, “The winds were telling me something, but it wasn’t the council that was giving me the message, it was something else.”

Kalman laughed at her. “How could the winds “talk” to you? It’s just the wind!”

Angel shrugged, “You just don’t get it. The council has different ways of speaking to us, we just have to open our ears and minds, and listen.”

While the younger flyers were talking, Rebecca heard some crackling in the her cliff home.

“Quiet! I hear something in the den.” Rebecca stated to the younger flyers. They obediently stopped and Petrie asked, “What is it?”

She turned toward her cave and looked around for the source of the noise. She repiled without looking at her son.

“I don’t know Petrie. That’s what I am going to find out.”

She turned to the water source that she and her children would drink out of. Petrie followed her and stared to the middle of the water hole. What they saw was the most completely revolting, most strangest thing they have ever seen.

Bubbles multiplied in the water and dead bugs, frogs, and bones of dinosaurs drenched the water into a muck of corpse water, making the water toxic and undrinkable. Suddenly, wings were heard in the muck, and out of the corpses, newly blood suckers arose from the water and the bugs swarm around the two flyers.  

Rebecca shielded Petrie from the bugs with her wings and they both ran out of the den. They screeched in warning to the younger flyers.

“Fly! Blood suckers!”

Everyone looked the den and Kalman questioned, “Blood suckers, what the...?”

The swarm buzzed about and aimed at her direction. All of the flyers took off and screeched to everyone else in the the Great Valley. Everyone looked up with fear clouding their expressions. Even in the horizon of the sun, the “blood suckers” emerged from the rays, as if the sun actually carried the pests with it and littered them all within the Great Valley.

A dark energy force rippled through to the Great Valley and back to Bone Valley. A small mound-like temple at the feet of the Jagged Palace was the source of the dark energy that fled away from the womb of the temple and into the purity and tranquility of the Great Valley. Inside of the temple, the energy of the dark spirits stirred as the priests and servants chanted in a steady pace, yet the song sent shivers down the spine of those who do not believe in Jagged Fang’s teachings. The Soul Shrinker lead the chorus with a haunting and unearthly voice.

Υοθ, σοθλσ οφ Ξαγγεδ Φανγ’σ ηελλ, ςιλλ νος βε φορεωερ λοστ ιν τηε δαρκνεσσ βεψαθσε υοθ ρεφθστ το ηεαρ Ξαγγεδ Φανγ’σ ψαλλινγ, Βλοοδ Ψλαν’σ ψαλλινγ. ηισ Πεστιλενψε’σ ψαλλινγ. (You, souls of Jagged Fang’s hell, will now be forever lost in the darkness because you refuse to hear Jagged Fang’s calling, Blood Clan’s calling. His Pestilence’s calling.)

Αηηηηη! (AHHHHH!!!)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Σινψε υοθ ρεφθσε το αψψεπτ ξαγγεδ Φανγ ασ υοθρ σαωιορ...(Since you refuse to accept Jagged Fang as your savior..)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ (Thus saith the Goddess)

Αλλ τηροθγη τηε λανδ οφ τηε Γρεατ Ωαλλευ (All through the land of the Great Valley...)

The Soul Shrinker lifted her arms in praise and every slave in Blood Clan, every servant, every prisoner, every member of Blood Clan sang in praise to Jagged Fang, in hopes the Great Valley will be saved.

The children sang the first two phrases.

Ι σενδ Ηισ πεστιλενψε ανδ πλαγθε.. (I send His pestilence and plague...)

Ιντο υοθρ ηοθσε, (Into your house)

Back in the Great Valley, the “blood suckers” that came and destroyed the water, also destroyed the lives of three out of eleven Air Clan members. Light Dancer, Air Whistler, and a senior warrior named Ring Tail. However, within the Great Valley herd, half of Ducky’s sisters died, and only one of the short necks (iguana-dons) lived. A poor young short false sharp tooth (Hypsilophodon) lost his father. He was enraged by this so much that had to bash his head against a tree and just went ballistic. Also, not only did some dinosaurs die, others simply were sick. Tria and many of the other dinosaurs fell under the plague. They had bumps all over their bodies and itched so much it hurt.

Angel was surprised by the lack of knowledge these dinosaurs had will illnesses.

Angel happened to be near where the False Sharp teeth was. She saw that young false sharp tooth grieving over his father’s body. His two other companions, a club tail and a rather simple looking duck-billed like dinosaur.

“Gee Hyp, we’re sorry, Mutt and I both are.”

He elbowed Mutt hoping he would say something.

“Right Mutt?”

Eight seconds later, Mutt responded with his oh so famous, “Oh, well, yeah!”

Hyp’s eyelids were closed with extreme tension. He reopened them and jerked his head toward his friends with a hostile glare.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” He yelled at them.

Without question, they ran off, well away from Hyp.

Angel shook her head as she saw this scenario take place.

Hyp stared after them, then at his father’s carcass. He turned his body toward the carcass and kneeled to it so he could feel strength release from him in an instant.

At this, Angel approached to the other side of the corpse. She kneeled down as well. She looked to Hyp with complete compassion in her pure sky blue eyes. Hyp felt someone’s stare drilling in his skull, but he didn’t dare look up to meet that stare with his teary eyes.

“Can I help bury your father? Or do you have another custom to honor your dead?”

Angel asked discreetly and kindly. Hyp couldn’t reply, so Angel went to his side and hugged him. Now, usually if anyone dared to hug Hyp, they would be in big trouble. Hyp however needed this attention. He wanted this so badly, he just didn’t know how to ask.

“Thank you.” He let out a teary mumble. Angel repiled in a simple and so gentle way. “It is my duty. I have to help others.”

Hyp’s soul instantly melted being embraced by the beautiful warrior.

Hyp loosened himself out of Angel’s embrace later and they end up face to face. Hyp suddenly felt shy and looked down. He mumbled, “Well, okay, you can help me bury my father if you’d like.”

Angel smiled and got herself up and went to the other side of the carcass. Hyp got himself up and they both carried the carcass under the dead tree. All of the false sharp teeth of the Great Valley followed them so they could Zona also came to them and helped them dig a hole for the body.

After the burial was over, the healer, the shaman, and all of the false sharp teeth surrounded the burial place. They all kneeled and bowed very low and aloud they said their prayers to the dead false sharp tooth’s spirit.

After the short moment of honoring the spirits, only Angel and Hyp remained at Hyp’s father’s burial place.

“I am so sorry this happened to you.” Angel spoke from behind. Hyp exhaled his breath and turned to face her. “Again, thanks, I have been known to be really mean and kind of bossy towards others. You are different than everyone else, I can see that.”

Angel nodded. “Most of the people I have met in my travels have told me that. They believe I am different than your “average” teen dinosaur.” She shrugs. “I guess that’s true, but what is “average” anyway?”

Hyp smiled softly and felt the need to talk more. Angel sensed this, so she said before Hyp could speak.

“Hey, I wish I could talk to you more, but I do have to take care of others,” Angel shrugged as she continued, “just being a shaman and all. Maybe we’ll talk more at the end of the day?”

Hyp nodded. “Thanks,” Hyp exhaled his breath again. “Thanks for everything.”

Angel bowed and then took off the ground to see if anyone else needed help.

Later, when Angel saw Tria try to scratch herself, Angel immediately came over to Tria, laid a hand on her side, and said to her, “Follow me. I can help you.”

Angel and the other shamans did what they could to help the ill dinosaurs, they could not stop to grieve. However, many of the others grieved deeply for their lost relatives.

Ducky kneeled into the polluted water and watched the corpses of her dead sisters leave her sight. She threw her head upward and gave out a loud bellow of complete melancholy. Anne hugged Ducky tight and kept saying “I’m sorry” repeatedly. Ducky figured she was saying sorry to her for not paying close attention to the water, or was saying sorry to the spirits of her dead daughters. Then Ducky figured it was both. Spike also ran up to them and cried along with them. Next, Ducky and Spike’s remaining sisters came forward to embrace their mom, Spike and Ducky.

The servants sang the other three lines.

Ιντο υοθρ νεστ, (into your nest)

The second day of the plagues in the Great Valley, the eggs in many of the of the nest crumbled and withered because of another disease, a chemical was released into the air, and apparently, the eggs were too weak and too delicate to ignore it. The furry tailed creatures also devoured most of them, but of course, because of their weak bodies, they died from eating the poisoned eggs. Even some egg stealers came in and ate them as well as crushed them. The Air Clan warriors would easily send them away or throw the dead, poison infested bodies outside of the Great Valley, but Riku made Roan imprison one youth egg stealer. Roan bound his hands behind his back and made him kneel on the ground.

Riku was enraged at the sight of a Blood Clan egg stealer and his choker around his neck. “How dare you come here and steal the unborn when the times are tough and merciless! You are as greedy and soul-less as Black Death himself!”

The egg stealer bowed low to Riku’s outburst, and  cried in terror, “This is nothing personal, it is only to please my Savior and His Pestilence! Besides, Black Death is not cold and soul-less, he’s...”

Riku’s rage was in control and Riku did not give the egg stealer the time of day.

“How dare you come here and speak of that monster so openly! Your clan is the cause of all of this turmoil!”

At this point, Kaskae appeared with Reggie and Zona walking along with him. Riku was about to open his mouth to speak again, but Kaskae looked at him in a way that made Riku shut his beak at once. Kasake then turned his head to the shaking egg stealer.

“Release him Roan.” Kaskae looked to the red flyer. Roan obeyed and the egg stealer moved his hands slowly to the ground. He kowtowed before Kaskae. The old shaman kneeled down and had his hands on the egg stealer’s back. He embraced the egg stealer.

Everyone around them was struck dumb by this. Even Zona thought Kaskae’s action was questionable.

The egg stealer shook even more and cried right on Kaskae’s chest. He feared looking at the gentle shaman’s expression.

Kaskae then looked to Zona and directed her. “Zona, take this youth to the cleanest water we have and have him wash his face. Then let him rest under that shady dead tree, south of the Great Valley.”

Zona bowed. “Yes Kaskae.” Then she took the egg stealer by the hand and the embrace was released. After the two figures were gone from the other three flyer’s sights, Kaskae got himself up and simply said as he looked at each face around him, “Do what you must to help everyone.”

“My egg, is she alright? Where is she?” Tria talked like a mad, savage sharp tooth that was caught and cornered into a small space. Zona came to her side and calmly said with her smooth, silky voice, with a smile, “Your egg is fine. She is being looked after by Angel, Cera, and Mr. Threehorn. Your egg will be fine in their care I assure you.”

The women members of Air Clan went to each nest and blessed every strong egg around. They said a prayer to the eggs and their families guarding it. Angel blessed Tria’s egg and stated in Inuit, “Oh spirits of peace, love, the home and family, guide and protect us through this terrible time.”

Cera couldn’t believe it, but she found herself praying along with Angel. And she never prayed before, not even when she was separated from her parents in the earth shake! Mr. Three Horn prayed along immediately. Even though he was one not to believe in anything or anyone but himself and his views, he felt he had no other choice. He was desperate to save his family from this plague.

Ιντο υοθρ στρεαμσ (Into your streams)
Ιντο υοθρ δρινκ (Into your drink)

The Great Valley’s water was already contaminated with corpses and mosquitoes. However, another thing would also happen to the water. Not only did it become dirty, but it was drying up!

Angel and everyone was in shock by the third day of the plague. The sun was scorching hot and every source of water was sucked right out of the whole valley. Dehydrated everyone was, so much, most of the Great Valley members ran around in a crazy faze, looking the precious liquid they relied on. They tore every bush, broke every rock and boulder, insanely thirsty, out of their mind crazy, they would not care to give their share if they found any water.

A few dinosaurs though, kept a level head and gently looked through the torn bushes, broken rocks and boulders, even in the dirt. The egg stealer that was shunned by Riku and many of the others found a tiny bit of water source on a half dried leaf. Dew would have been the correct term for it.

The egg stealer showed Dust Shoulder this and generously gave him all of it.  Dust Shoulder nodded to him in gratitude and licked the water all up. It felt good tasting pure liquid again.

Ιντο υοθρ φοοδ (Into your food)

The fourth day of the plagues, Angel was a look-out along with Water Rose and a senior warrior, Snap Tail. They slept on the mountainous-like wall around the Great Valley and under the sun’s currently hostile rays, which woke them up immediately, telling them, something else was coming. Angel awoke to the sound of buzzing, she slowly opened her eyes to the horizon, and as if the sun was a hand, it poured out bugs, not mosquitos, but nasty parasites, “leaf gobblers”.

Angel closed her eyes to hope that this was an imaginary nightmare, but she shot open her eyes once again and got up to wake the older flyers. When Water Rose was asleep, but Snap Tail was no where in sight.

“Water Rose, get up now!” Angel violently shook the older warrior and the warrior woke up with a snarl. “Angel, what’s wrong with you? I had a great peaceful sleep and you just ruined it for me!”

Angel inhaled and exhaled trying to relax herself and explain herself to Water Rose.

“Look on the horizon, what do you see?” Angel pointed her finger to the bug infested horizon.

Water Rose gasped as she saw the bugs aiming toward her.

Water Rose grabbed Angel by the wrist.

“C’mon, let’s go find Snap Tail!”

They kept calling for him as they flew down from the mountain wall to the Great Valley. Suddenly, a screech was heard right over them. Their warrior friend was in sight.

“Snap Tail!” Water Rose and Angel echoed.

Snap Tail jerked himself to be beside them. He replied almost apathetically,

“Just keep going, tell Kaskae and the others and get as much food as you can from those beastly bugs.”

They flew high above the valley until they found Kaskae and the everyone else talking in the heart of the Great Valley. The three of them were puzzled by this, but once they heard the shaman’s voices and Grandpa longneck’s voice of anticipation, they understood.

“Get as much vegetation as you can! They will devour every plant in sight!” Kaskae added with an uncommon stern voice and pointed to the boulder he stood upon, “And get them all under this boulder! I assure you, they will not be crushed!”

Without haste, everyone grabbed every vegetation they could find and put them under the boulder. Sure enough, they were not crushed.

The leaf gobblers spread all through the valley. Everyone screamed and the Air Clan warriors did their best to draw them out with their fighting techniques, it was unsuccessful. No matter how many they drew back, they always came back to devour more and more.

The youth warriors sang the next two lines.

Θπον υοθρ φριενδσ (Upon your friends)
Θπον υοθρ φαμιλυ ιν τηε φιελδ (Upon your family in the field)

The next day, everything was dried up. All the Great Valley had now was food under a boulder. The majority of dinosaurs in the Great Valley had black bumps all over them. They vomited blood and could almost not move at all. They had high fevers and ached with so much physical and emotional pain.

Only Kaskae knew of this disease. He didn’t give a name for it though. One thing Mother Earth needed less was one more negative thing towards her.

“Take a leaf to your nose and mouth to block the plague from entering your temple.” He instructed the younger shamans and the helper healer. They took dried up leaves from the ground and placed them around their mouths and tied the ends to keep them from falling off.

“Now carry the sickly one under a tree or a place with shade so it will help cool the heat.”

They went out and took one sickly dinosaur. Angel took one of Ducky’s sisters under a shaded tree. Reggie took Dust Shoulder next to a shaded rock. Riku took Roan under a shaded den. Zona lead Grandpa Longneck under the shaded tree next to Ducky’s sister. Right after that, they did not need to be directed anymore. Reggie, Riku, and Zona did not need to be directed anymore. They healed plenty of dinosaurs before this disaster. Angel on the other hand never actually completely healed anyone of her clan. So Kaskae kindly went to help her.

“Sit next to her Angel, put your hand over her body, but don’t touch her body, and hum.”

Angel did everything that she was told. The vibration of Angel’s humming was so powerful, it put a bit more stamina back into Ducky’s sister. Ducky’s sister drastically lived after that.

Then the absolute warriors sang two lines.

Ιντο υοθρ σλεεπ (Into your sleep)
Ιντο υοθρ δρεαμσ (Into your dreams)

The Great Valley was literally a living nightmare. The majority of dinosaurs died of the major diseases. In Air Clan what used to be a total of fifteen members, then eleven, now, only ten. Kaskae, Riku, Reggie, Angel, Zona, Maya, Water Rose,   Roan, Snap Dragon, and Enrich were the only Air Clan warriors left. With Kaskae the oldest and Angel the youngest.

In the Great Valley herd, were there used to be a massive number of dinosaurs, now there were only very few dinosaurs left. With Ducky’s family, only her, Spike, Anne, and half of her twelve sisters survived.

Cera’s family was lucky to some extent. Everyone in Cera’s family survived, but Tria was starting to get very protective of her egg. So protective to the point where she did not want ANYONE to go near her egg. Not even her mate. Cera’s family eventually started breaking up.

Little Foot and both of his grandparents survived, but both of his grandparents were becoming weak to the point where they couldn’t feed themselves. Little Foot had to take care of them. Air Clan and his friends helped him of course, but it was hard work trying to feed and take care of two very large longnecks.

Petrie’s family hardly suffered at all. Although they did suffer from the physical pain of the plagues harming them. They even suffered more from emotional pain.

“Our family is cursed. No doubt about it!” Marie cries out as she observed the suffering of the Great Valley.

Rebecca did not know how to reply to this. In way, yes, they were cursed, but it wasn’t necessarily her children that were cursed. It was her and the Blood Clan imperials.

“No Marie.” Rebecca tries to comfort her daughter. She embraces her daughter and says, “You and your siblings will be fine. I promise you. No matter what happens.”

Petrie, asleep under the shaded tree turned violently to one side from the other and coughed every so now and then. He unfortunately fell under the deadly plague that made him have bumps, have a warm forehead, and cough out blood. His chest ached of coughing so much. His voice changed drastically to having a voice like an elderly flyer. He wanted water so badly, yet there was none to quench his thirst.

“You will be saved by him.” Petrie was in a black space, yet he heard voices. Very eerie yet familiar voices.

“HELLO? WHO’S THERE?” Petrie frantically yells, desperate for an instant answer.

“You will be saved...”

“SAVED BY WHO?”

Suddenly, something sharp, like nagging claws curled into his flesh. His screeched vibrated the blackness that blanketed him. Blood was gushing out in every direction from Petrie’s body.

“You will be saved me, Jagged Fang.”

“NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Θντιλ υοθ βρεακ, θντιλ υοθ υιελδ (Until you break, until you yield)

Like the possessed souls that they were, all of Blood Clan chanted with an eerie, malevolent joy. Even the children of Blood Clan seemed to take joy of singing the curse to the once known Great Valley. The Soul Shrinker led the chorus. His Pestilence simply observed on his perch, which was right at the head of the Jagged Palace. He slowly walked to his personal altar in a corpse-like matter. Starring right him, with her domineering eyes was his Master, his Savior, his past life, Goddess Jagged Fang. He kowtowed before the painting and murmured a prayer of luck and prosperity for his clan and for the Great Valley’s souls.

“Γρεατ Γοδδεσσ, Ξαγγεδ Φανγ, Ι σενδ υοθρ σςαρμσ,” (Great Goddess Jagged Fang, I send your swarms)

The chant of the Blood Clan matched his prayer.

“Ι σενδ υοθρ ηορδε, τηθσ σαιτη Υοθ ανδ τηε Λορδ!” (I send your horde, thus saith You and the Lord)

Surrounding the Great Valley, all around the mountainous wall, were littered with Blood Clan warriors. Blood Fang lead one set of Blood Clan warriors in the east of Blood Clan. Pterano lead one set in the west. Most of the warriors waited in sheer anticipation for their kill. Some of the youth Blood Clan warriors never had a tooth to claim as a prize on their chokers, so they were the most impatient of all of the warriors.

“Pterano, this valley has been plagued enough as it is. Don’t you think we should attack them now?” Blood Fang asked Pterano in the most innocent way.

Pterano, without looking at his older sister’s expression knew she was testing him. Pterano was beat red in complete embarrassment and annoyance. However, he remained having a mundane tone and matter as he replied without looking at her, but at the suffering valley, “Wait for my signal and when my set of warriors come in and distract them, your stronger batch will attack them from behind.

“Also Pterano, do we have sharp teeth at the north and south of the Great Valley? Obviously we should cover all sides of the valley, you know, just in case some of them escape.”

Pterano’s temper suddenly got the better of him, he glared at his older sister and met her flaming odd eyes.

“Why do you test me like this? I’m not a child anymore! I know what I am doing! Otherwise, why would we be here?”

Blood Fang snapped back in a more darker, but softer tone so less ears could hear her. She whispered in her brother’s ear.

“I know why. You want our father to love you for the five-hundred thousand time! Jagged Fang is the one that is watching your every move! I mean c’mon, when you die and when I die, I know because of my status with Blood Clan and Jagged Fang, I will be in Jagged Fang’s heaven. You will be in just the opposite!”

Pterano snapped back. “I am trying to do what is best for Blood Clan and for those unworthy dinosaurs below us!”

Blood Fang snapped again before she took off to join her set in the eastern side of the Great Valley. “Spike-tail dirt! You don’t think that way about them at all! I know you don’t in your core of core, you still have compassion for them! You just want status of Blood Clan! Pterano, you are higher than us within the spirits of the council, but you are the lowest of the low in Jagged Fang’s Palace! And I’m not talking about the one we live in now.”

Pterano, suddenly saw wet in his sister’s eyes. He became dumbstruck as he saw his sister leave him to himself and his troubles. Blood Fang never cried. She was too strong. Unless, she did so before without Pterano seeing her? Or maybe this day would be her first time doing so.

He looked to the sky and saw it darker than ever. A rain drop fell to his head. He looked to the valley and realized that his sister was correct. They should have attacked the valley when it was weak. Now the land will replenish and the members of the valley will have strength. Pterano lowered himself to kowtow under the rain.

Once I called you family. Once I had the chance to be loved. Was all I ever wanted!

Pterano felt so helpless, so scared, and so stupid that he would do this to his younger sister and her children. His favorite nephew too!

Within the heart of the valley, suddenly, everyone shouted with joy. Angel awoke Petrie. He felt weak under her embrace, but once he saw the pouring rain, he shouted with joy.

“Petrie, you see, the council is watching over us.” Angel said in a tired voice and a with a drained expression, like that of an elderly flyer.

Petrie nuzzled her, understanding that she was weary from working so hard to heal all of these dinosaurs. However, despite their tiredness, they splashed in the puddles and gathered up as much water as they could in their hands and drank so many handfuls.

The rest of the Great Valley dinosaurs and Air Clan members sang to the council in thanks for giving them life and being by their side, even through the war.  Little Foot, Ducky, Spike, Cera, and Petrie’s siblings danced under the rain in sheer  joy and thankfulness.

“Thank the council! We have life!” Reggie cried in complete happiness.

Kaskae salreiki right under the rain and gave silent thank you to the council.

Thank you council. You have blessed us at the right time.

“Ι σενδ τηε τηθνδερ φρομ τηε σκυ. Ι σενδ τηε φιρε ραινινγ δοςν!” (I send the thunder from the sky, I send the fire raining down!)

Suddenly, a great roll of thunder erupted in the sky. A shrill screech came from both sides of the valley. A thundering roar rolled from the North and South points of the valley. After that, a flash of lighting flew down at the dead tree. Fire suddenly arose from the tree and jumped off it and onto the dead ground. The fire suddenly spread around.

However, it was a beautiful mix between water and fire. Most of the flames were diminished.

Most of the dinosaurs stood back in fear, but the Air Clan warriors did something very remarkable and almost hard to believe.

Kaskae led a chant of simple, yet powerful humming. They surrounded the fire and acted as a living wall between the fire and the Great Valley dinosaurs. Cera and the strongest Great Valley dinosaurs joined them.

Like in the ceremony, the Air Clan members twirled in rapid movements like the wind around the fire. They looked as if they were literally grabbing the rain drops and using at them as whips to cut down the fire.

Angel and every other Air Clan warrior ended the fight with a very hard blow at the fire, in which the fire was whipped out in seconds.

Ducky had rain drops flowing down her arms. In very slow motion, the water worked as thousands of whips, lashing at the fire.

Despite the successes, the lighting flashed more and more at the valley and more fire came.

Tirelessly, energized by the council, the Air Clan warriors fought madly to protect those they loved. So did the Great Valley dinosaurs.

Even now, I wish Jagged Fang chose another serving as your foe on Her behalf, was the last thing I wanted.

Pterano stared at this in horror and agony as this was taking place. He turned toward his group, which stared back at him with anticipation and puzzlement.

“Everyone, creep quietly down this mountain wall, and lower yourselves, so no one can see you. Take your time too, I don’t want anyone to slip and ruin our surprise attack.”

Everyone thought this was a good plan and started to climb down, being very light on their feet. Pterano turned to a feathered flyer, whose wings were as silent as the black night itself.

“I want you, with your quiet wings to give my message to Blood Fang, to do the same as us here. Quickly now!”

The bright colored, feathered flyer nodded and took off, without making any sound.

Once Blood Fang got the message, her side did the same as Pterano’s side.

The sharp teeth on the north and south sides scratched the sides, trying so hard to be patient, but zestful to get in the valley, so they could taste the fresh blood of Air Clan and the Great Valley. The teeth of the victims would be neatly stored as part of their master’s chokers, as trophies, the skins would be used for scooping water so they could quench their thirst, as decor for the walls, and as capes for the imperials and generals. The organs would be for mere appetizers and the bones would be for frames for future structures that His Pestilence wanted to build for Jagged Fang’s ever increasing empire. The only memory in their minds would be that they killed their prey. The details of the victims would be out of their heads because Jagged Fang did not want them to remember the details of the victims, how they would cry for mercy, how the tears and blood splattered from their bodies.

“I send a hail of burning ice,” The priests and slaves of Blood Clan chanted.

“On every field, on every town...”

The fire was completely wiped out, but as it kept raining, hail came down. Everyone stopped fighting the fire and looked up, realizing that the hail was too big to enjoy the water that was contained in the ice.

“Everyone watch out!” Angelina yelled in warning and made herself and Reggie go down on the ground and Regina covered Angel’s head with her wing. Angel covered Reggie’s head with her wing as well.

Everyone else did the same and felt the striking pain of the ice on their backs. Tria covered her egg with her entire body, however, she too felt the sharp pains on her back.

Petrie looked to all of this in dismay. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Then he heard a scream that flashed him back to the physical world. He looked to his left and saw that his sister Marie was in sharp pain because of the ice. He dragged himself toward her and replied, “Here, get under my wing.”

He covered her head and she covered his.

This was my home.

He looked around him as he thought of this.

“All of this pain and devastation, how it tortures me inside!”

Marie repiled tearfully, “All of the innocent who suffer,”

Angel finished her sentence as she glared up at the moving figures sliding down the cliff side.

“From their stubbornness and pride!”

Σηε σενδσ τηε λοψθστσ ον τηε ςινδ, σθψη ασ τηε ςορλδ ηασ νεωερ σεεν, ον εωερυ λεαφ, ον εωερυ σταλκ, θντιλ τηερε ισ νοτηινγ λεφτ οφ γρεεν. Ι σενδ ηερ σψοθργε, Ι σενδ μυ σςορδ, τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ ανδ τηε Λορδ! (I send the locusts on a wind, such as the world has never seen, on every leaf, on every stalk, until there's nothing left of green, I send my scourge, I send my sword. Thus saith the Goddess and the Lord!)

The sharp teeth broke loose from the north and south ends, they had to break loose, their blood thirsty natures could not resist the dying bodies that were ahead of them. They were blood thirsty, but insanely stupid. The hail brought sharp pains to their bodies as they raced through the north and south ends. Some of them fell to meet their deaths, the rest were able to reach the dinosaurs and try to slaughter them all.

Ducky and Zona were behind the dead tree, waiting for the right time...

The sharp teeth then felt hail coming sideways to their eyes. They were blinded for life.

Ducky and Zona moved along with the hail and water, and threw the stones at the sharp teeth. Surprisingly enough, not a single hail stone marked the two swimmers. However, as successful as they were, more hail just kept coming, and so did the sharp teeth.

Pterano shook his head in pity and embarrassment. Shadow Heart slapped his hand to his face, the plan was going all wrong. Next thing Blood Clan saw, was even more stupid than the sharp teeth attacking without a signal, the eldest Blood Clan prince came out of hiding and waved his arms to the sharp teeth and yelled at them, “Stop that you scatter brained sharp teeth! You weren’t supposed to do that!”

Blood Fang hung in her head low in disappointment, at least on Pterano’s behalf, but she wasn’t the least surprised by her other brother’s stupidity.

Shadow Heart suddenly eyed Petrie, and his Blood Clan instinct had its green light on. With an unearthly cry, he lounged at Petrie, but Petrie was prepared, he slashed at Shadow Heart’s eye.

Shadow Heart screeched in pain of the exceedingly sharp claws. He had his hand on his eye and stared at Petrie with his scared eye.

“Well, I never thought I would see you, a cursed son of my so-called little sister, Black Fang. Who is now called Rebecca.”

Jeez, no wonder why mom changed her name.

Petrie thought to himself as he heard his mother’s former name.

“And I thought I would never see you. My other cursed uncle of Blood Clan.”

Petrie replied with his eyes narrowed. Marie narrowed her eyes at Shadow Heart, realizing that her other brother Branson had some resemblance to the dark flyer. Marie stood herself up besides the hail falling on her.

Shadow Heart’s eyes suddenly was filled with rage at Petrie’s words.

He released the hold of his eyes and Marie gasped at this sight. Petrie grabbed her wrist and didn’t loose Shadow Heart’s glare.

“Courage Marie, he alone is no threat to us.”

Shadow Heart smiled at this as he was getting ready to strike.

“Hm, you’re pretty dang smart I’ll admit, I am weak alone, but with these dumb bums around me, I’m sure I could beat the living day lights out of you,” Shadow Heart then turned to Marie’s frightened expression. He smirked at the sight of her weakness. “And your sweet little sister.”

The sharp teeth surrounded Petrie and Marie. Marie and Petrie were back to back. Marie was shaking, but Petrie stood his ground.

Suddenly, a strong wind threw Shadow Heart off balance. He gasped at this feeling of unbalance. The sharp teeth looked to the source of the wind, and Angel, with Ducky right behind her; slashed at the sharp teeth with her awesome power of her breath, the wind, and her claws. Quick as the wind, she slashed every sharp tooth in contact. She even twirled around like a torpedo, slashing her sharp claws the sharp teeth. Ducky was easily able to get the hail out of Angel’s way.

Petrie and Marie gasped in awe at the two dinosaurs.

Pterano saw this scene happen and gasped as he saw more of the Air Clan warriors rising up to help Angel, Ducky, Petrie, and Ducky to fight off the Blood Clan sharp teeth and Shadow Heart.

You who I called family, why must you come down this way so?

Pterano shook his head as he saw his nephew fighting.

Suddenly, something inside him made him holler with cupped hands around his beak. “Let yourselves go!”

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ ανδ τηε ΛΟρδ! (Thus saith the Goddess and the Lord!)

“Thus saith the Goddess and the Lord!” Every Blood Clan member in the world hollered this out to the dinosaurs of the Great Valley.

Petrie paused in the battle and saw the Blood Clan warriors among the west side. Pterano was in the lead.

He gasped at this, he dropped to his knees and closed his eyes and began to sob at this.

His mother, Rebecca saw Pterano as well and flew over to face the murderous Blood Clan.

“You who I called family, how could you have come to betray us so?!”

Rebecca, in a very fiery tone and with clenched teeth she extented her hand out and revealed to them the destruction they have caused and the pain and suffering of the Great Valley.

“IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?”

Ι σενδ τηε σςαρμ, Ι σενδ τηε ηορδε (I send the swarm, I send the horde...)

Petrie, being inspired by his mother’s words, he rose himself to face his uncle. He went to his mother’s side and declared, “Then let our hearts be hardened
and never mind how much you condemn us you know.”

Petrie looked to the east side of the Great Valley where Blood Fang lead the other set of Blood Clan warriors.

“This will still be so, we will never let ourselves go!”

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ ανδ τηε Λορδ (Thus saith the Goddess and the Lord)

Τηθσ σαιτη τηε Γοδδεσσ ανδ τηε Λορδ (Thus saith the Goddess and the Lord)

Every single Air Clan warrior faced the east side of  the Great Valley, in which they were back to back with the Great Valley dinosaurs, who took on the west side of the Great Valley, along with Rebecca and Petrie. Every single soul in the Great Valley, the whole world, every tree, every river, every ocean, every lake, every fish, even every fruit all sang:

“We not let ourselves...”
“Let yourselves...”
“GO!”

Because of this vibration of the world, everyone got a spark of energy for two things. Either for “revolution” or for “domination”.

The only ones that were completely sad about this was Kaskae and the other much wiser beings, and of course the spirits of the council, and everything enter-twined.

[Amaranthine]

Legend 12: The Angels of Eternal Death

The spirits of the council, the trees, the mountains, and every hail stone that fell attempting to crush the bones of the murderers, all grieved for the victims of war.

Claws and teeth of the dinosaurs slashed amongst each other and shone under the moon like glowing sky colored stones. Ruby colored blood fell out of their bodies and splashed to the ground like that of a giant water fall hurtling from the water canal.

The weakest of the “Great” Valley dinosaurs were lead out the battle by Kaskae, who took them to the far corners of the valley. They crept quietly and hid until the rage was over.

Kaskae looked back at the fighting warriors in despair. His warrior-like spirit wanted to fight along with them, however, his clear, nurturing spirit told him not to, since he was as old and ancient as he was, and it would be unwise to take that chance. He remembered the times himself as a young warrior, fighting to preserve the remaining culture of his spirited clan. 200 years, he remembered fighting along side with his clan. He remembered the seemly never ending lashing of claws, shining teeth, and gushing blood spilled. He wished badly that this was still not happening.

Oh dear council, dear council, why must this happen? Why couldn’t this have been stopped from the beginning? Why must we all go through this pain? Please give me the energy and wisdom to help my clan in any way possible!

Petrie, along with the really strong fighters, was in complete rage and savage tension as he faced his opponents. He may have been clumsy when he tried to dance in the ceremony, but he was able to watch the fighting movements of Air Clan and he copied their fighting techniques. He noticed that Air Clan, instead of using force to fight, (although, they looked really fierce in their facial expressions) they used the opponent’s force against them. He saw a small sharp tooth charging at Riku. Petrie wanted to cry out to warn him, but before he could, Riku slashed his claws at the sharp tooth, which made the sharp tooth swirl around him and fall face first into the mud.

Blood trickled down Riku’s claws as he dashed away to help his clan.
Petrie heard a screech behind him and suddenly felt claws digging into his flesh. He threw his head back and screeched out in complete pain. Then he was then pinned down, with his face on his other side, and he felt helpless under the power of this particular warrior. He tried to turn his head to look up at this flyer that pinned him down. It was a young flyer about his age, with an impish grin on her face.

“You cursed piece of sharp tooth dirt! You and everyone else in your clan will now perish in Jagged Fang’s Hell if you don’t submit to her! I and the rest of Blood Clan will be in her heaven!”

Petrie’s body was suddenly regenerated with rage. He curled his claws deep into the earth. His muscles began to tighten, his bones became rigid and sturdy, he joints locked, and swirling energies from the ground made his mood became even more than just a mood, but complete savagery.

As Angel threw a Blood Clan warrior off her, she saw red streaks of energy zooming past her. She looked to where the energy was headed to and she saw her best friend being toppled over by a young Blood Clan, who obviously was excited about getting her first tooth on her chocker. Angel threw her head and her screech, as high as a spirit choir’s voices bouncing off two cliff ends, matched the energy of the roll of thunder and the flash of lighting that was right behind her. The lighting looked as if it went through her and out of her mouth.

At that instant, the red streaks of energy spiraled up and through Petrie’s body. At that instant, he was inspired by the screech and the energy spiraling through in and out of his body.

He twisted around and slashed his claws up from the Blood Clan warrior’s belly and to her face. While she gasped out of pain, Petrie had a moment where he was able to kick her off and she fell onto her back. He dashed away before the Blood Clan youth could strike another attack.

The Blood Clan warrior’s body ached all over as she turned to her side to see Petrie run away from her.

“COWARDLY SPIKE TAIL DIRT!” She called after him.

Petrie gritted his teeth as he heard that.

Suddenly, Petrie had flash backs of his dream.

ëEverywhere, screeches of dying dinosaurs filled the air with disturbance and disaster. Blood stained the dirt and colored the trees crimson.’

Small sharp teeth attacked at all sides of Little Foot. He let out a blood curling scream and bashed himself against the dead tree, hoping the sharp teeth on his body would fall off. A tail lashed at one of the sharp teeth. He looked to the elderly long-neck and realized, through her elderly and sickly features, and with the accented blood and dirt in her face, it was his grandmother.

“Grandma, get back! You’re not well enough to fight!”

Grandma rammed her body against the sharp teeth and she squashed them against the tree with a defiant grunt.

The sharp teeth fell dead. Grandma Long-neck turned to Little Foot and said in a gruff, yet playful tone, “Little Foot, don’t worry, there are still some snap in this old tail of mine!”

Little Foot nodded eagerly and declared, “Good, cause your tail is going to be a good help for everyone.”

Grandma Longneck hastened Little Foot’s pace. “Yes, I’m glad I can help. Now hurry, go fight for your life!”

With those words, Little Foot immediately charged at a brawny-brownish flyer with golden eyes. Little Foot bellowed in a warrior-like long neck cry and bashed against the older dinosaur into a boulder. The flyer roared in frustration as he was slammed into the boulder. The golden eyed flyer slowly got himself up and his eyes flashed at Little Foot.

“I’ll get you, you little brat!” The brown flyer charged at him and Little Foot narrowed his eyes and recognized who the flyer was.

“Sierra!” Little Foot whispered in surprise.

“Little Foot, behind you!” A demanding voice rang in his right ear.

Little Foot turned behind and saw shining claws aiming for his eyes. He whacked the shining claws away with his tail and with a grunt. The young Blood Clan warrior with shining claws fell in the dirt. She grunted and immediately got up to lash out at him again. Little Foot backed away, not realizing Sierra was about to lash at him. However a whirling grey ball butt his head on Sierra’s side, making him fall once more in the mud.

Sierra dug his claws in the mud and threw his head to give an unearthly cry and he charged at the grey dinosaur with piercing brown eyes.

“Get away from our home you piece of dirt!” The younger dinosaur bellowed at him.

Little Foot whacked the warrior with his tail and saw the dinosaur that saved him.

Hyp?

Little Foot’s eyes widened as he saw Hyp beat the heck out of Sierra.

No matter how many times Sierra strikes out at him, Hyp threw him in the mud. Suddenly, a flash of something hit Hyp at the back of his head, which made him gasp and fall face first in the mud.

A tall figure approached Little Foot, Sierra, and the fiery-eyed young flyer.

“Blood Fang?” Sierra breathed out.

The dark empress made one motion with her hand, pointing at Little Foot, and in seconds, dozens of dinosaur Blood Clan warriors lounged at him. They lashed him with their claws, tails, sharp whips bound in twine, which made him all the more collapse into the mud next to Hyp. The tied both of the young dinosaurs in a thick and sticky vine that made them itch to the point of madness. At the same time, hail rained down at the helpless dinosaurs tied up in the vine.

“Keep them under your wings, arms, tails, and feet. DON’T let them escape!” The odd-eyed empress commanded in a bloodily harsh tone.

The merciless Blood Clan warriors kept lashing at the two dinosaurs with whips and kept tightening the vines in which the young dinosaurs were bound with so they could see the vines cut through the flesh and see the wasted blood oozing out.

Both the dinosaurs kept gasping and tried to wriggle away from this torture, but it only made matters worse. The more they moved, the more lashes of the whips accented deep gashes on their bodies and the vines kept tightening deep into their flesh.

Sierra saw every detail of this scene as he lashed at them and gave them gashes to remember forever. As he looked at the two young dinosaurs, a memory of his childhood suddenly came in his mind.

Flash Back

“No! Please, leave her alone! Dad, make them stop!”

Hard eyes looked down at his son’s teary stare. The young brown flyer was on his knees, grasping his father’s ankles, begging his father to stop the band of Blood Clan warriors from lashing at his older sister.

His older sister a slim tall dark brown figure with golden eyes, just like him. She took a punishment that she didn’t even deserve. At least, that’s what her little brother thought.

“DAD!”

The older crest-less father lashed his long claws at his son, which makes him lie flat in submission and defeat. The young flyer couldn’t meet his father’s hard glare. Instead he wraps his wings around his head and moaned. Still standing, looming down at his fearful son, he states without a hint of sympathy in his voice.

“You brought this on us Sierra. Don’t cry to me.”

Then he brushed his son aside and turned to rest inside the den, leaving both of his children in eternal pain.

One of them would die physically to shed her blood for her little brother or anyone else less worthy than her. She would find her place in Jagged Fang’s heaven. The other would have his heart hardened for the rest of his days until he too dies and finds his place in Jagged Fang’s heaven. That is, if he does find Jagged Fang’s heaven.

Back to Reality

Sierra only stops lashing at them for that moment. Then goes back to lashing at the unfortunate dinosaurs, knowing that Jagged Fang’s hard eyes were laying on him.

Angel and the rest of Air Clan lashed at the Blood Clan warriors with quick speed and flexibility. Using the moves they used to blow out the fire and at the ceremonial dance, they were able to send many of the Blood Clan warriors running for the safety of the Jagged Palace.

Angel saw all of these warriors and Great Valley dinosaurs fall to submit to physical death. Some died believing and knowing where their spirits would be. Others, because of the confrontation of their own beliefs with others, had no idea what would happen to them. Others feared at Blood Clan was right and they would be in Jagged Fang’s hell.

Angel kneeled into the mud and looks up to the Father Sky with teary silver-blue eyes. She threw her her wings to curve up to the hail littered sky. The hail seemed less painful now, but it was only because she was now numb. The hail that used to give her sharp pains now permanently scarred her back.

She screeched a high pitched screech to father sky and all of the spirits of the council. A roll of thunder rolled along with her screech and once her screech hit the sky, a flash of lighting spread through the darkness and it made her screech echo through the valley, then up to the earth’s upper core and downward to its lower core.

Suddenly, hundreds of Blood Clan warriors from all directions jumped at her and tried to pin her down to ruthlessly beat her. Angel was caught by surprise and they were able to pin her down and bind her with sticky, strong vines. She screeched out of anger and pain of the whips, claws, and feet hitting and slashing her.

Kaskae, on the far end heard the cries of his clan suffering. Then he heard Angel. His gentle silvery eyes were closed and he sat in his meditative state. One of his hands raised up close to his chest in a peace salute. The other was held flat on his side of his torso. He breathed in and out. As he sat he kept trying to send the message from his mind to Angel.

Anernerk, listen to me.

Anernerk, listen to me.

Anernerk, listen to me.

Anernerk, listen to me.

Anernerk listen to me.

Anernerk, listen to me.

The energy of the the message traveled from Kaskae to enter Angel’s now conscious mind.

Angel suddenly stopped struggling and let her body grow limp. She collapses in the mud and images of a light tunneling through her base of her spine out of her crown came in a flash. Her eyes were closed listening to the message.

You are strong

You are strong

You are strong

You are strong

Angel knew immediately that this was Kaskae telepathically talking to her. Just by hearing these voiceless words made her stronger and almost made her invincible.

Nothing will stop you!

Angel dug her claws into the dirt in tension and was inspired by these words.

Nothing will harm you!

She rose her face up to a warrior fast runner with a blood colored face, probably from battling many dinosaurs of the “Great” Valley that was now known as the “Plague Valley”. A war-like fire sparked wildly in her silvery blue eyes as she stared at the warrior. The warrior stared hard down at her as if to try to scare her with his cold black stare.

You will stand your ground.

Angel made her feet stick deep into the mud. She arched her back. The bloodthirsty warriors stopped for only a moment to see Angel getting prepared to hurl and strike at all of them with her tremendous strength and inherited agility.

You will have the blood of your father. A long line of Air Clan warriors and leaders.

In response, Angel threw her head up and screeched to the spirits of the council to bless her and every single one that is still fighting or defeated to have complete strength. She pushed herself up with all four of her limbs and twisted the sticky vines that were tied around her in a quick motion, which made the blood clan warriors wall face forward and Angel flew up into the air and broke free from the warriors.

The warriors had their heads banged together, which accompanied with a few “ows” and screeches of shock. They looked up in bewilderment at the young Air Clan warrior shaman.

You have the boldness of your mother and the cunning of your father.

Angel tried to fly higher to see if she could help anyone below, but the sticky vines kept weighing her down. Suddenly, Blood Clan warriors with wings flew upward to drag her down. Like a torpedo, she spun around and slashed her deadly claws at them. Every single one either flew away with a limp in their flying, the rest fell on top of the mash of dinosaurs below them.

Angel flew through now soft rain instead of the harsh hail stones that scarred her back earlier. Below her, she saw a dark figure hiding amongst the trees. The figure looked as if it was about attack someone. Sure enough, once it saw a brightly colored orange figure trying to sneak away, the darker figure lounged at it and screeched its name.

Aunt Reggie!

Angel flew down to aid her aunt if she did really need it. She landed on one of the tree branches ever so softly. She peered through the trees and realized the opponent Aunt Reggie was aiming for was him. The murderer, the servant of His Pestilence. The conquerer that will have the Great Valley in his grip today. Also, the treacherous murderer saw her.

Pterano!

Pterano had blazing eyes staring at her, as if seeing right through her.

“Oh no you don’t, you conniving, treacherous piece of sharp tooth dirt!”

Reggie kicked up at Pterano’s face, which made him fall backwards, lying flat on the ground. He threw his head to give out a ear-piercing cry. As he did so, Reggie slashed out at him. She kicked him on both of his sides, which made him fall backwards.

“What were you about to do? Sing to me to death?” Regina had a smirk on her soft face and a sparkle in her silvery eyes. The kind of sparkle someone would have if they were completely teasing the other dinosaur.

Pterano on the other hand, did have a sparkle in his eyes all right; however, the sparkle was actually rage and he had a red and beaten face for being humiliated and using much of his energy. He lounged at Reggie again, but Reggie spun around Pterano and used a scissor choke move on him. Her left arm laid on the front of his neck the right arm held the upper left arm and was pinned into the back of his neck. She kept squeezing both arms on Pterano’s neck til the point of Pterano was actually choking badly.

Angel widened her eyes at this. She knew her aunt was a very experienced Air Clan warrior, but she never knew Reggie would be like that.

Suddenly Angel felt something drag her down. She let out a screech in surprise. Also, she felt something knock her to the ground, unconscious.

Reggie still had Pterano in her grasp and saw some shadowed Blood Clan warriors drag a white body away.

“ANGEL!”

Reggie threw Pterano against the tree to knock him out and flew to the shadowed warriors to try to rescue her. However, something of a drenched smell of death covered her mouth. She smelt it and struggled to free herself from this dreadful warrior’s clutches.

The shadowy Blood Clan warrior held her in a way that Regina could never get herself out unless the Blood Clan warrior let go. The warrior then motioned his head toward Regina. Regina knew what to expect next.

In a flash, other Blood Clan warriors lounged at Reggie, ready with vines in their hands. The warrior that still had her in her clutches knew she was plotting something so he told the other warriors in his harsh Blood Clan tone.

“Ψαρεφθλ! Σηε ισ πλοττινγ σομετηινγ! ΅ηεν Ι λετ ηερ γο, βε πρεπαρεδ!(Careful! She is plotting something! When I let her go, be prepared!)”

Regina smiled in her sly way at all of the Blood Clan warriors. It was obvious to see that she was not afraid at all.

The Blood Clan warriors were closely knit around her and the warrior that had death drenched on his hands let her go.

He did so and the Blood Clan warriors tried to grab her, but she able to whirl her way out of the mass of Blood Clan warriors by throwing them all out of her way. With the vines, she was able to tie two warriors together by one of their feet. She jumped up and spun through the air, having one hand on the warrior that had death drenched on his hands. She bounced from his head and flew up in the air. She called out to him.

“You know, maybe to fix your corpse-smelling hands, you could use some perfume to cover those!”

The warrior growled at her in return.

She quickly flew away, however a long line of Blood Clan warriors were following her.

Pterano, at the tree observed all of this. He went wide-eyed, he couldn’t believe how skilled the Air Clan warrior was. She was so graceful and nimble as she fought her way out of the mass of Blood Clan warriors. He also felt his neck, he still felt the choking sensation in his throat.

“YOU!”

An enraged voice snapped Pterano back into battle. He looked to the direction of the voice and stood his ground in a three-horn stance way.

He cocked a brow seeing that the voice was actually his nephew’s. The younger flyer stared at him in complete rage and a thirst for his blood.

Pterano suddenly softened his expression and tried to relax himself.

“Petrie, please, the last flyer I want to fight with is you. Please, let me explain-”

Pterano tried to explain calmly in his smooth voice, but Petrie was unmoved and cut him short.

“Oh shut up! You don’t need to explain a thing! I know everything about our family. I know that I’m related the most hated family on the face of the earth. I know that you were plotting behind our backs all this time. I know that you killed Shaman Angelina’s parents and siblings. I know-”

Pterano cut him short.

“Wait,” Pterano held a hand in the air to stop Petrie from talking.

“You know about the siege with Air Clan? And you know about our heritage?”

Petrie nodded in a fast pace and he repiled, “Of course I do. A friend of mine told me that I had a striking resemblance to a Blood Clan warrior, who also murdered her parents and her brothers and sisters. Of course, I’m not surprised that you would do such a thing.”

Pterano’s eyes widened. He looked to one side and the other, thinking of what else to say. Petrie, in hotly continued.

“I can’t believe this! You would rather help your daddy take our land away and conquer us all rather than being true and honest with the Great Valley. You lied to us all! Although, I’m not that that surprised that you did that.”

Petrie turned away, careful not to show his hot tears in front of his uncle. However, Pterano knew better.

“You lied about leading the herd to the Great Valley. You lied to mom about dad’s death. You lied to me about trying to find that dumb blue stone of cold fire and hurt one of my best friends.”

Pterano stepped a bit closer to Petrie, wanting to comfort him.

“Petrie, I-”

Petrie whirled around to face to his uncle eye to eye. It was obvious that Petrie was crying, but he tried not to shed tears.

“YOU EVEN LIED ABOUT COMING BACK HERE! Maybe you did come back, but not to stay, to take me and everyone else to Blood Clan! And maybe to kill some others if you are in the mood to.”

Petrie had one arm on his upper part of his other arm and squeezed his eyes shut. Tears coiled down his red beaten face. He grit his teeth in emotional pain.

Pterano tried to step even closer to Petrie and hugged him.

“Petrie, I’m so sorry this had to be this way.” Pterano replied in a teary voice. He tried to resist from crying as well.

“Petrie, I wish you could understand why I did these things. I had to do those things because Jagged Fang would have me in her hell. I have to be loyal to her and my clan. But, I also feel that what I am doing is so wrong, because I have hurt and scarred the dinosaurs I love.”

Petrie cried his eyes out on Pterano’s chest. He remembered the day when Pterano had to leave the Great Valley and he promised to return.

Flash Back

   “Perhaps some day I’ll return to the herd and prove that I can be trustworthy. I know there is much I can contribute if given the chance.”

   Petrie remembered running into Pterano’s arms and Pterano replied softly as he was hugging him.

   “I shall miss you too Petrie.”

Present

Sparkling Angel. I believed. You were my savior, in time of my need.

Blinded by faith. I couldn’t hear...

All the whispers...

The warning so clear...

Petrie suddenly heard painful cries for help and whirled away from Pterano’s embrace. He saw Blood Clan warriors everywhere littered all around in his once beloved Great Valley. Then he saw the Air Clan. He immediately thought of them as guardians.

I see the angels. I’ll lead them to your door. There’s no escape now.

Petrie stared up at Pterano, now with his returning rage and hatred. He gave out a screech to let the Air Clan members and the whole Plague Valley that the traitor was present.

No mercy no more...

Petrie called out.

“No remorse for you, because I still remember...”

Petrie thought over the many times Pterano lied to him and when Pterano killed Angel’s parents and he remembered seeing his father fall in the earth shake. And Pterano was looming down at the falling body and then at Petrie, who saw the whole thing, but was promised not to tell anyone. And now he looked around as he saw that all of this; bloodshed, death, cursing, revenge, tears, pain, horror, homicide, domination, revolution, and complete savagery was all caused by them. But the one who lead the Blood Clan here, was the traitor.

“THE SMILE WHEN YOU TORE ME APART!”

Petrie lounged at Pterano open mouthed and claws ready to sink into his uncle’s flesh. Pterano whirled away and hit Petrie to fall flat on his face. Petrie rose up and tried to lounge at him again. Pterano tripped Petrie this time and he pounced on Petrie, pinning him down. He clasped both of Petrie’s wrists and pinned them both on the ground. He was lying next to Petrie as he whispered harshly.

“Petrie, I know you are in rage by what I have done. I understand that. I’m angry at myself too, but please, listen to me when I say-”

“NO WAY!” Petrie yelled into his face.

You took my heart.

Petrie grit his teeth and bit Pterano’s arm, very hard. Pterano had no choice, but to let Petrie go. He jumped back on the ground and rubbed his arm, that was now oozing blood.

“YOU’RE CRAZY!” Pterano yelled at Petrie. He cocked his brow when he realized that Petrie was not in front of him.

You deceived me right from the start.

You showed me dreams I wish they turned into real. You broke a promise and made me realize...

Something struck Pterano hard on the head, which made him fall to his side.

Looked at his nephew, who had his uncle’s blood dripped from his teeth and claws. Complete savagery was what shone in those hard core brown eyes.

Pterano back away, with his eyes widened. He gaped in horror at this scene. It was as if a possessing demon transformed Petrie to be this way.

“WELL YOU ARE A BIG FAT LIAR!”

It was all just a lie...

Pterano suddenly had flames sparked in his eyes at his nephew’s reply.

“You are no different than a Blood Clan warrior! You are just as savage and blood thirsty as they are!”

Petrie was too wound up in his rage to hear his uncle. He screeched a high pitched cry and lounged at Pterano once more. Pterano was well prepared. With his hand, he used an upper cut move that had Petrie’s head go backwards. Pterano held his chin back and pinned him to the ground. Pterano held him down to a place where Petrie could not free himself unless Pterano let him go. Pterano then spoke in a harsh whisper.

“Look at yourself! You have your teeth and claws drenched with my blood. You look like a savage, mindless sharp tooth ready to attack at anything and everything that breathes! If His Pestilence was here right now to tell you to kill me, you would because you never forgave me for what I did to you!”

With an even softer voice, he turned away from Petrie’s wide-eyed glare and let out an exasperated sigh.

“And what I am about to do...”

Petrie shouted back, to awaken Pterano.

“Do you really think you are any different than I am? You already brought your best Blood Clan warriors here to slaughter most of us and make the others slaves for you and your oh-so-beloved leader, Black Death! You are a savage, a liar, and a coward!”

Sparkling Angel...I couldn’t see...your dark intentions...your feelings for me...

“Fallen angel, tell me why, what is the reason, the fall in your eyes?”

At Petrie’s words, Pterano became bottled up in rage, slashed at Petrie’s already scarred eye. Pterano let Petrie go, and Petrie twisted away and felt the blood on his eye. He had a scar from Angel before, now another from his uncle. He felt blood oozing out of his eye. Once he removed his hand off his eye, Pterano narrowed his eyes, seeing that Petrie’s left eye was completely destroyed.

Petrie spat out, “YOU PIECE OF SHARP TOOTH DIRT, YOU BLINDED ME!”

Pterano made himself stand up and loom over Petrie. He crossed his arms and sneered in reply.

“You were already blind before Blood Clan came to save you!”

Spiraling rage whirled inside Petrie’s body and through his muscles as his claws sinked into the earth, all more than ready to strike.

I see the angels, I’ll lead them to your door, there’s no escape now...

“NO MERCY NO MORE!”

Pterano walked backwards and literally dug his heels into the mother earth and narrowed his eye intensely at Petrie and his fiery stare.

All in the same moment, all Air Clan warriors and all Blood Clan warriors slashed claws, bobbed tails, whipped tails, and bit at each other. Petrie and Pterano slashed claws at the same motion. The winds of the north and south blew against the faces of the fighting dinosaurs. And the winds of the west and east blew against the dinosaurs as well.

This world may have failed you, it doesn’t give your reason why...

Petrie would not release his glare from Pterano’s deceiving amber eyes. Petrie slashed his claws upward at Pterano’s face. Pterano suddenly got off balance, and Petrie just was close enough to strike and defeat his uncle completely, to be able to get his weak point, until he felt teeth and claws at all directions littered through flesh on all sides. He then collapsed forward, with the claws and teeth drowning him deeper into mother earth.

You could have chosen a different path...

He suddenly grew faint and felt life drain away from his limbs, he gave out a few of his breaths. Petrie suddenly heard a faraway screech, so faint, and seemingly from a forgotten and broken dream, yet some how it inspired him, to have more hope despite his state. Despite the entire mother earth’s state.

In life....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pterano was able to regain his balance and he flew into the air and screeched aloud in Blood Clan tongue, so everyone can hear.

“ΒΛΟΟΔ ΨΛΑΝ! ΣΕ ΗΑΩΕ ΤΡΙΘΜΠΗΕΔ! ΤΗΕ ΓΡΕΑΤ ΩΑΛΛΕΥ ΑΝΔ ΑΛΛ ΟΦ ΣΑΩΕΔ!!!!!!!”(Βlood Clan! We have triumphed! The Great Valley is saved!!!!!)

All Blood Clan warriors threw their hands in the air, and the remaining Air Clan warriors and dinosaurs retreated from the Great Valley. However, the Empress Blood Fang stood beside a general and commanded in Blood Clan tongue, “Σενδ υοθρ βεστ σηαρπ τεετη το ρθν αφτερ τηοσε φοολσ!”(Send your best sharp teeth to run after those fools!)

The general smiled slyly and half bowed to the Empress in deep respect and he turned away to shout to the sharp teeth in sharp tooth tongue, “GO AFTER THE IMPURE SAVAGES! IN THE NAME OF JAGGED FANG, GO!” The sharp teeth, despite how exhausted they were, and also of how full and bloated some of them where from eating some of the corpses, they scurried away to the east side of the valley, so chase after the Air Clan warriors.

The smile when you tore me apart! You took my heart! You decieved me right from the start! You showed me dreams! I wish they would turn into real.....

All of the Blood Clan warriors were able to line up in many rows, and they were able to force the adults from the Great Valley and the Air Clan to line up along with them.

Then the imperial threesome stood in front of all of the rows, side by side. The Empress was the first to speak. She spoke in Blood Clan tongue and Pterano was the translater for the captured dinosaurs.

“All of you poor individuals may feel that you are being abused, not taken seriously, and being disrespected, however, I assure you,”

Pterano narrowed his eyes at all of the captured dinosaurs to express Blood Fang’s words.

“What is happening to you is the best event that will ever be recorded in history. Jagged Fang cares for all dinosaurs, even the non-believers. We simply come here to spread the truth, not to tell you all lies.”

Then, in complete outrage, Tria sputtered, “SHARP TOOTH DIRT! DO YOU HONESTLY EXPECT US TO SUBMIT TO YOUR RULE RIGHT AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO US ALL?”

Mr. Three Horn snarled at the Blood Clan warriors, obviously regaining his spark, despite the fact that he was bounded in sticky vines.

What happened next was to tear the hearts of the younger dinosaurs inside and out. It was to be an event of absolute defeat and helplessness.

The Blood Clan empress made a a motion with her hand, and immediately, many sharpteeth charged toward all of the non-believing adult dinosaurs.

All of the kids gapped in horror as they saw all of the adults being forced to fight against each other by having sharp teeth biting at their heels and tails. They all ran around, going insane. Tria was somehow “forced” to fight her mate. The sharp teeth bit at her and it bit Mr. Three Horn, which made both of them fight each other. Cera squeezed her eyes shut as she saw her fallen, blood stained father on the ground. Tears came and bubbled down her eyes, she couldn’t restrain from sobbing. She threw her head up high to the darkened sky and bellowed in great grief. She then got many lashings from the Blood Clan warriors in return, punishing her for expressing her true emotions.

“This is exactly what will happen to every single one of you if you do not follow Jagged Fang’s law and honor the imperial family! However, the physical punishment will only be the beginning.”

The cold stare of the Empress seemed as if to be scanning the hearts of all of the dinosaurs. Then as if nothing bloody or eventful happened, the Empress repiled, “Good Day.”

Ducky struggled through the strong vines that bound her so tightly. Her arms were bonded together in back of her. She grunted loudly like a three horn caught in a trap. The three horns, Cera, and her newly hatched sister, Tricia were both tied up in the most comfortable way. All of the Blood Clan warriors saluted the imperials and then they began their march.

You broke a promise, which made me realize....it was all just a lie!!!!! Could have been...forever...I could have waited until the...very end!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Now, you will meet with the Soul Shrinker.” Blood Fang told them all.

All imperials turned away and took off into the air. The warriors either flew off into the air to follow them, or they stayed on the ground, struggling to drag the young ones out.

Through this, the some of the teens looked at each other at Blood Fang’s comment, and Mutt was the first to say, “Who?”

[Amaranthine]

Oh jeez..this is taking me forever. This chapter is incomplete, but now that I have a break from school work here it is:
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Legend 13: Blessings From the Soul Shrinker

The teens, pre-teens, and the only child of the Great Valley turned their heads toward their most beloved valley. They silently grieved deeply of the lives that have been lost and the battle that was lost. They officially were prisoners of war, prisoners of the Goddess Jagged Fang, and prisoners of the awesome, but tyrant clan, Blood Clan.

Using old vine, like whips, the warriors took the pleasure of beating any of the youths if they ever had any attempts to escape, or if they were completely disrespecting the imperials, or the warriors themselves.

Pterano and the imperials over viewed the group of dinosaurs, for they flew over them and looked intensely at everyone below them. They also looked at the flyers that were along side of them.

Cera whispered to Little Foot, whom was along side her. “This is dumb! Why can’t we just fight these dumb dinosaurs off?”

Little Foot went wide-eyed and stared at Cera as if she had many heads. “Cera, you’re crazy, if you think that we would be able to fight off these brutes without getting killed...”

Little Foot’s sentence trailed off once he felt a Blood Clan warrior’s stare laid upon him. Little Foot glanced nervously toward his right, afraid to meet the stare of the Blood Clan warrior. Then Little Foot jolted and look up high at the Blood Clan warrior.

This particular warrior was amazingly tall, he was probably the tallest long-neck Little Foot had ever seen. In a deep voice, the Blood Clan warrior spoke in Blood Clan tongue, which Little Foot or Cera could not understand at all.

“Τρυ νοτ το βε ψοψκυ υοθνγ ονεσ. Σομεονε μορε ποςερφθλ τηαν υοθ ςιλλ κιλλ υοθ.” (Try not to be thingyy young ones. Someone more powerful than you will kill you.)

The dark warrior stomped away, leaving both of the youths looking at him with puzzled expressions, but that small moment of puzzled peace was interrupted by continuous lashings from the whipping vines, shouts, yells, and howls from the Blood Clan warriors that urged them forcefully to move forward to meet their new life; to meet their new life of death.

“Υοθ ηαωε νο ψηοιψε βθτ το φολλος τηε Γοδδεσσ!”(You have no choice but to follow the goddess!)

The Grand Dutchess hollers from above the prisoners.

“Σηε ισ υοθρ σαωιορ, υοθρ μαδαμε!”(She is your savior, your madame!)

The large band of Blood Clan warriors and prisoners flew, walked, and swam through what the teens, preteens, and the one new born would call the “Mysterious Beyond”. However, as they all remembered from Kaskae, it was known to the Blood Clan as the “Bone Valley”.

Ducky and her sisters struggled to get away from the clutches from the sharp teeth, but every time they or anyone of their friends did, a sharp tooth owned by one of the warriors would nip or bite at them. One of Petrie’s siblings, Reba, bit a sharp tooth back when the sharp tooth tried to bite her. The warrior that was leading her away slashed his claws in her face, which made her fall to the ground on her side. The warrior made the motion for the sharp tooth to lunge at her, however, before he could do so, the Blood Clan Empress flew down next the warrior and pushed his hand down.

“Stop this please! You don’t want leave a trail of unworthy blood behind do you?”

She stared at him, her eyes telling him that she wanted him to spare Reba. The warrior tells his sharp tooth to stop trying to hurt Reba and Reba, slowly, but surely got herself up and stared at the empress with great confusion.

The Blood Clan empress never looked at her niece. She simply whirled away from the warrior and took off to continue leading the warriors and the prisoners.

Shadow Heart, who was at her side, stared at his sister in bewilderment. She stared right into his eyes, reminding him that she knew what she was doing. Shadow Heart rolled his eyes at this and he continued flying.

Through struggling, fighting, and crying, the prisoners, became physically and mentally exhausted, these warrior would just not let them go.

“΅ε αρε ηερε!”(We are here!)

The empress shouted to everyone. The dinosaurs looked ahead to see a boulder like mound. They heard a death-like choir in the distance.

Ανδ τηευ ηαωε νο τιμε το σπαρε!(And they have no time to spare!!!)

Υοθ ςιλλ βε σαωεδ βυ τηε ονε! (You will be saved by the one!)

Ρεψιεωε τηε βλεσσινγσ λαιδ βυ τηε Σοθλ Σηρινκερ! (Recieve blessings laid by the Soul Shrinker!)

One by one, every prisoner was to go into the holy temple of the Soul Shrinker, to receive their blessings, and to find life molded by His Pestilence. The great Death had special plans for their present lives, and their future.

Already inside, with the unearthly choir singing in honor of the Soul Shrinker and the imperials that came in, the prisoners nervously looked all around at the eerily beautiful interior of the temple. It was nothing too grand, but it was all strange and pretty just the same.

The prisoners approached the center of the temple where they would meet the Soul Shrinker and would have their blessings from her.

All of the prisoners and warriors stayed outside of the center. Starting with Empress Blood Fang, everyone kow towed one by one before the center to wait for the Priestess to come out of the center. First, the stone blocking the entry moved a crack and a little more until everyone could see a pink colored runner with a bright red crest and blue downcast eyes. She barely even titled her head up toward the bowing dinosaurs. She stood aside from the entry and said solemnly, “They are here my holiness.”

Two light green flashed flashed in the darkness of the holy center and the darkness seemed to uncloak the dinosaur as she walked gracefully toward the bowing dinosaurs. She lifted her arms up and in Blood Clan tongue said, “Αλλ οφ υοθ ρισε θπ το ρεψιεωε υοθρ βλεσσινγσ.”

The pink runner was the translater. “All of you may stand up to receive your blessings.”

Every single prisoner and warrior rose up and looked face to face to the Soul Shrinker. She barely even looked at anyone else other then Empress Blood Fang and the other two imperials. The Soul Shrinker whispered something to Blood Fang that seemed to be along the lines of, “You better not waste my time with these unworthy beasts.” in Blood Clan tongue. The Empress replied back in Blood Clan tongue, “Of course not your Holiness.”

The first prisoner the Soul Shrinker blessed was Ducky. The young swimmer stared at the Soul Shrinker in horror. The runner’s green stare was eerie and gave Ducky a cold feeling every time she saw those eyes. The Soul Shrinker stared right through the shivering swimmer and she asked in a soft, oddly gentle voice, “My dear, you seem cold. You probably should be in a warmer place in the prison. It will still be a prison never the less.” The Soul Shrinker snapped her fingers and immediately, the pink colored swimmer took a bowl of a red liquid in her hands and gave it to the Soul Shrinker. The priestess took it and wipped a little bit of it on Ducky’s head. The drips fell near her mouth and Ducky was able to taste it.

Blood! Ducky became wide eyed with horror. The warrior that held Ducky by her sticky vine “leash” lead hear away from the other prisoners to take her to the palace and place her in the pit of the palace, where the prison chambers would keep her away and all of the other prisoners from the rest of the world.

After blessing many of the other prisoners one by one, the Soul Shrinker was down to two more prisoners, Cera and Tricia. The Soul Shrinker cocked a bow at the sight of Cera’s fiery gaze. She obviously was not afraid of the priestess, but angry.

Cera yelled at the wicked runner, “You’re not taking me anywhere you witch!” She struggled hard to get out of the clutches of the Blood Clan warriors that were struggling to restrain the stubborn three horn.

The Soul Shrinker narrowed her eyes at the rebellious three horn. With a silent motion of her hand, a pink colored fast runner approached the prisoners and she took the little pink three horn in her arms. The little three horn, with her big, wide blue eyes stared at her older sister in complete wonder.

“Because of you young prisoner, your little sister’s life will be at risk.”

“You are all dismissed.”

Every single warrior pulled every prisoner away, lining them up to lead them down and down into the base of the Jagged Palace.

In the isolated dried up mud cells, every youth dinosaur dealt with different cruelties from different guards. For Ducky, the guards make fun of how her feet were formed and her little voice. Ducky had tears filling up her eyes and she tried to look away from the guards, so they wouldn’t be able to see tears streaming down.

“Ηευ υοθ ςιτψη! Ι γθεσσ υοθ ςον’τ βε αβλε το ψαστ α σπελλ ον θσ νος! Λοοκ ατ υοθ, αλλ τιεδ θπ ανδ ψομπλετελυ βοθνδεδ!”(Hey you witch! I guess you won’t be able to cast a spell on us now! Look at you, all tied up and completely bounded!”) The guards yelled out at the young shaman who was bounded in sticky, tightening vine

 “Υοθ πιεψε οφ σηαρπ-τοοτη διρτ!(You piece of sharp-tooth dirt!)” The guards near by Petrie’s cell shouted at him and kicked his cell door, continously annoying him, and attempting to turn him mad. Petrie held himself and tried to get himself into a far corner. He saw contents of rotten food and stones being thrown through his small cell hole. He didn’t bother move to fight back against their words since he had no idea what they were saying to them, but nor did he think even if he did understand them, he would win a verbal battle with them. All he could do now was stay in his corner, curl into a ball and try to rest in the most uncomfortable position with the sticky vines cutting  mercilessly through his skin.

Before the guards finally stopped throwing contents at him, one of the guards halted the physical abuse by commenting in Blood Clan tongue, “΅ηυ αρε υοθ ςαστινγ υοθρ ενεργυ ον τηισ πιεψε οφ σηαρπ τοοτη διρτ? Ηε’σ τηε τραιτορ’σ σονγ!®(Why are you wasting your time with this piece of sharp tooth dirt? He’s the traitor’s son!)

Another Blood Clan warrior laughed hardily with his comrade and replied in Blood Clan tongue, “Δον’τ φοργετ, ηε’σ αλσο τηε σον οφ τηατ ρεβελ ροθσερ, Φλαμε, ςηο διεδ οφφ τηοσε υεαρσ αγο. Ι τηινκ τηισ πρισονερ ςιλλ βε δεστινεδ φορ Ετερναλ δεατη. Νο μερψυ ατ αλλ, νοτ εωεν φρομ τηε μαδαμε.”(Don’t forget, he’s also the son of that rebel rouser, Flame, who died off those years ago. I think this prisoner will be destined for Eternal death. No mercy at all, not even from the madame.)

Suddenly, right after the warrior’s sentence, the guards stayed silent and stared at him with fearful stares. All there was, was silence, as if a spirit of the council took away the sound of the world. In the dark prison hold, all guards didn’t make another word, and the prisoners noticed the abcense of noise as well. There was no sound at all. Silence became the noise, and that was all that was there. Cold, dreary, empty, fearful, silence.

[Amaranthine]

Updated my fanfic if anyone wants to read right now.

*does the YAYYAY dance*