The Obelisk

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-Chapter 13-

The Swamp was HUGE.

They were Sarcos, Baryonyxs, Snakes, and creatures big and small Forest had never read about. He wanted to go and sniff and climb everything he saw, asking all these animals what they were, but he knew he couldn’t dawdle. He had a destiny.

“Woah-ho-ho!” Rust exclaimed, admiring the marsh with wide yellow eyes. “It’s bigger than I thought it would be.”

“The Swamp can stretched acrossed half the island,” Spark lectured, flicking her tail. “The is the smallest one, by the Dark Forest.”

“So that’s where we’re headed?” Rust asked. “Land of the Terror birds?”

“Unfortunately,” Spark sighed, “yes.”

Terror birds? Forest had never heard of them. “What are they?” He asked.

Rust stared at him like he’d asked whether or not food was really necessary. “Hello?” he growled. “The raiders? Most devious carnivores in all of Fjordur? Perhaps the world?”

Doesn’t ring a bell, Forest thought uncomfortably. “And?”

“The Terri birds hate other creatures.” Spark said. “ and that’s just an understatement. They HATE us. Anyone who’s not one of them.”

“They rule practically the whole dark forest.” Rust said with a hiss.

“But don’t worry,” Spark said, minding Forest with her side. “We’ve got them under control. They are only allowed to march their sectors. The Meadows and mountains aren’t bothered by them. We haven’t heard a peep from their king in years.”

“Oh,” Forest said. A thought had struck him, but he’d evaluate later. “So how do—“

In a flash of ruby scales, something pounced form the nearest pool of water and sunk it’s claws into Rusts shoulders. The two creatures fell to the floor.

“Rust!” Forest cried.

Spark lunged forward and latched her jaws around the hissing creature. With a strong wrench, she yanked it away from Rust. The deinonychus fell back, shuddering in pain.

Spark flung the Kaprosuchus acrossed the mud, and pinned its neck down with her foot. “What do you think you’re doing?” She roared at its face.

The Kapros nostrils flared, but she responded. “Revenge,” she snarled, thumping her tail on the ground. “No one steals my kill and lives.”