The Tribe Of Shadows: Prologue

I was walking by his village, my pet Dodo by my side. The reeds nearby rustled as the cold night air shook them. The smells of my nearby village, roasting Dilophosaurus, and the distinctive smell of rice. The noises, Pteras screaming and, far off, the sounds of wyverns. I pulled my knife gently from its sheath, and with a soundless movement, threw it at the face of the dodo across the river from me. Swiftly crossing the river, I began to drag the body back. Then, I heard a familiar rustle in the undergrowth. I heard a shouted order, and hundreds of raiders streamed from the forest towards my village. The screams of the villagers echoed in the night, then faded. Somehow the screams fading terrified me more, and I raced away towards the woods. I heard the distant cry of a raptor on the hunt, yet I still ran. Finally, I found a small clearing, and collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

-Ranger