The Obelisk

-Chapter 12-

The sun was high in the sky, filtering beams of golden light through the leaves. The swamp was a short ways ahead of them, and the three carnivores were getting along well.

“Da-da—I really can’t stay—da-da—DA-da-da…” Rust sang, bouncing along side Forest.

“How close do you think we are?” Forest asked Spark.

“A few miles, at least,” she said, swishing aside some bushes.

“Baby its COLD OUTSIIIIIIIIIDE!” Rust leapt passed a crooked branch, clinging onto trees with his wicked sharp claws.

“Must you continue singing that?” Spark asked.

“Yup,” Rust answered. “I love singing.”

“So do I,” she retorted. “Just not SO MUCH of it.”

“Now you sound like my mom,” Rust said with a toss of his head. “Great. Will there be a lesson of politics and politeness next?”

Forest laughed, remembering his own mom. He smiled at Rust, who grinned back, beaming.

“Sure,” Spark said sarcastically. “Rule number one: don’t steal.”

“Ahh, come on!” Rust said. “I was just joking! That Kapro probably caught a thousand more meals after that. I bet you gold she’s totally forgotten me.”

“Lucky you, you ran into us,” Spark said with a sigh.

The deinonychus marched forward some more, singing once again. Spark gave Forest and exasperated look.

“So what’s the full plan, Forest?” Spark asked after a while.

“We find the other two carnivores,” Forest said. He’d explained the prophecy and the basilisk he’d met days ago to both of them, getting eager but nervous expressions from the two. But they both agreed they’d search with him.

What are we even saving the world from? Forests mind questioned. She didn’t say that. I suppose the carnivores have been quarreling for a while… but that’s nature, isn’t it? Only young, juveniles like us could get along.

Maybe that’s our purpose. Prove to all of Fjordur that carnivores CAN get along.

If so… what a small band to change the world.