Gnosasaur waved the scepter and blue light wraped around Him and Sierra. It formed a sapphire ring which encircled them causing a flash if light. Gnosasaur and Seirra were now on the dunes of the desert, the bright circle high in the blue sky. The Concavenator’s gold plates and horned sparkled beneath the bright circle reflecting like mirrors. Before them was many dunes which lead to a canyon. There Gnosasaur would lead the Pterosaur to a temple built in the rock walls. “Come along Flyer, mysteries await.”
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Ring entered the room, his toe claws tapping the metal floor. He came to window that was a porthole to space, the blackness and stars twinkling was a constant aboard the station. He turned back to Prizma, he detected in her demeanor and face something was wrong. He coukd read her as she coykd read him, ever since they were Intiates in the agent program. She had advanced qhickly, while he struggled. Few Dromasauria ever became agents, the majority of graduates were Gallimimus. Ring had suffered prejudice over being a sharptooth in the program. Most of the Gallimima treated him with mild neglect, others outright shunned him. But Prizma was different, she befriended him from day one, restoring Ring’s faith in the program. They worked together in the research labs and would have been formed into a team except for Ring’s obession with the Forerunners. He had been digging in the archives, trying to glean whatever information he could about them. His passion alarmed the Elders, and the Mysterium, and when time came for graduation, Prizma went on while he was left behind. Eventually, Ring made a name for himself in Ptero Wars, he developed tech to safeguard relics of the Ancients, and was part of a team that intervened to stop the slaughter between Pteradons and Pterodactyls. But safeguarding Forerunner artifacts only made him more curious about them, which led him to petitioning to go to Ptergypt, and investigate the Pteromiads. His request recieved no answer, which was typical of the Mysterium.
Ring brought himself back from memory, turned, and opened wide his mouth, revealing the rows of sickle shaped teeth. “I was just in the archives, all data on the forerunners is redacted and sealed. I came here to ask you about it. Do you know why the files are sealed?” He stepped closer to Prizma examining her countenance, he sensed an answer was forthcoming but would not come easily.
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Petrie felt Ducky wrap her arms around him, but he pulled aeay as she made her case. “No, Uncle Pterano is right! The stone is magical. Me believe it!” Petrie turned his back on the Gang as Littlefoot made his confession. The little pterosaur was sure his uncle was right, he had to be.