The redwood Allo

Chapter thirteen (final)

Don’t worry, this won’t be the end of my writing, or chomp’s story, for that matter. More about this at the end of the chapter.

I just stood still, not sure if what I was seeing was real, or just another illusion. Then, she looked at me.

“Chomp?” she said.

Then I knew it was real. We locked eyes and started staring at each other for what felt like weeks. Than, I broke the silence and started walking towards her. We were about ninety feet away from each other. Than, she got up and just started running at me, so I did the same. We met about thirty feet from the pen, both crying tears of happiness together. I still kinda couldn’t believe it. After all these years of living with the guilt of what happened, one of the Dino’s I lived most was still alive. As we ran into each other, we hugged. Wait, can Allos hug? A hug is the only way to describe it.

“I thought you died” I said behind tears.

“I’m glad you’re not though” I said again.

“I’m glad you made,to” Sylvia said

“Who’s that” she said, looking up at Nibble

“Is that my replacement” she joked before me or Nibble could answer.

“No, that’s my sister” I said

“Oh” Sylvia said, looking embarrassed at the joke she had made. Nibble introduced herself as her and John caught up to us and we walked over to the pen. The Allo who had a cyan body, orange back and yellow belly introduced himself as Beetle, while the Allo with a yellow body, black back and cyan belly Introduced himself as Nettle. When it started getting dark, I laid down next to a cluster of trees in one of the far corners of the pen. Sylvia walked over to me and laid down next to me. I curled my tail around hers as she curled her body around mine. Sylvia had always been bigger then me. Even though she was a year and a half older than me, she was always an above average size. But I never had a problem with it.

“You know, I really missed you” I said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I know” Sylvia replied. I laughed. It felt good to laugh. She smiled and placed her head on mine. I snuggled into her as we both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning.

“Good morning sleepy head” Sylvia said as I woke up.

“Good morning” I responded.

“How did you sleep” she asked.

“Pretty good, with you here and all” I replied.

She giggled and put her head next to mine.

I wouldn’t mind if this moment lasted forever.

Like I said, I will be writing more stories, the next one being “The aberrant Deinonychus” in the, well, Deinonychus section.

Anyway, it will probably have around as many parts as this did, but hopefully, I won’t take as long.

By Dragon