The Obelisk

Last chapters were in Carbo and Bulbdog, all tamables in alphabetical order!

-Chapter 20-

The sky darkened into beautiful colors as the sun slowly fell behind the mountains. Forest, Spark, Crimson and Rust had reached the edge of the dark forest, on a small cliff above the swamp.

Forest had told Crimaon everything about his time in the caves, meeting the basilisk, and all afterwards, right up to the point of meeting Rust. Crimson found it highly unlikely that THEY we’re destined for anything special, but then again, so did Forest.

Spark believed Forest that he met the basilisk. Rust said Forest was very lucky, because he had heard that there was only a few left in existence, and many legends were told about them having future-holding powers.

And now the four were all sitting by a fire, which Rust and Forest had worked hard to get going. Red flickeres of light dances acrossed their faces as they all watched the sunset together.

“It’s so pretty,” Forest said. He couldn’t get over the fact that ever time he saw one since the day he left the Drake Caves, they always happened to amaze him. This one had purple! AND pink! Strips of orange melted acrossed the mountains, like the fire right before them as it waved and popped little sparks in the air.

“It is pretty,” Spark agreed. She loooked down to the fire. “Me and my brother would watch them all the time together. Before… I mean… ah, forget it.”

“No, tell us,” Forest said. “ I’ve told you all my story.”

“Alright,” Spark said. “Me, my brother lived near the beach, somewhere north of here. Our parents had left us when we were so young… I don’t even remember what they looked like. Brother had always said, ‘they left because they didn’t care.’ But I had thought, they must have cared, because they let us live. But,” she looked to the others, taking a deep breath. “But it’s a Carno thing anyway. We usually leaves our baby’s to fend for themselves. But me and brother… we didn’t want to be like that.

And then he left. One day he had turned to me and said, ‘I’m sorry, sister. I can’t be here any longer. I’m going to go find a life of my own. And you can too.’”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Forest set his tail on hers.

Spark turned to him, flames reflecting in her eyes.

“It’s fine.” She said.

Crimson squinted, thinking. “Huh.”

“How about you, Rust?” Spark asked.

“Me?”

“Yeah,” Forest agreed. “Tell us about your life!”

“OK,” Rust said. He ruffled his feathers, clearing his throat. “Me and my mom lived together, right by the swamp, not too far from here, actually. Me and her. We did everything together. And I mean everything! Since father banned her when I was still an egg, we didn’t care less about him. We stole food, ran back home and ate together, telling ridiculous stories we made up in our head. Mother was… really great.

And one day, a few months ago, Mother had kinda… well… pushed me from the meat, you could say. She’d told me I could make a choice. Stay there, with her, forever, or leave and live my life a real deinonychus. Adventure the world, see what freedom feels like.” He smiled. “And I AM free. Free from certain vengeful Kapros, in fact.”

Crimson rolled her eyes. “I would be so justified to push you off this cliff right now.”

“I get that a lot,” Rust said, nodding.

“Alright,” Crimson barked. “My turn. I lived in the Swamp, which you all know. Now, fun fact: I know the name of every Kapro in the Swamp, because turns out every one of us are somehow related.”

“WHAT?” Rust shrieked. Forests mouth dropped.

“Yeah.” Said Crimson. “And whenever a new Kapro moves in, BAM, my twice-removed second cousin’s daughters got a wife. And then more baby Kapros!”

Spark had the weirdest face on. Her snout was all scrunched up and her eyes were wide. “I know,” Crimson said. “But that’s why we have such affective hunting all the time. Any Kapro in the area joins in to help their relative hunt. It’s really great, but gets super boring and claustrophobic. There’s not a single relative I enjoy, since my parents are dead.”

“Oh,” Forest said.

“Don’t get sappy,” Crimson snapped at him.

“I think we’re gonna be good friends!” Rust offered.

“Me too,” said Forest. Spark and Crimson both glanced at each other. “Me too.” Spark agreed. “Sure,” Crimson sighed.

“Tag!” Rust exclaimed, poking Forest with one claw. he jumped up to leap out of the way, laughing. Forest turned, grinning, and ran for Crimson.

“Your all a bunch of babies,” Crimson scolded, standing up. “We are all too old to be playing—ack!” Forest leaped towards her, and tapped her with his tail. “You’re it, Crimson.”

“Rrrrrgh FINE!” Crimson jumped forward, chasing Spark and Rust in circles around the fire. Smiles were sliding acrossed everyone’s face.

Forest laughed, running in loops around the others. We will be friends, he thought as he was tagged by Spark.

And we’ve got a world to save, too.