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Tales from the Redwoods

Prologue: Before the beginning

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The survivor fled the scorching, volcanic island on the back of his argentavis, clutching the Wyvern egg close to his chest. His bird flapped it’s wings in a desperate attempt to escape the danger pursuing them, but it’s attempts were fruitless. Eventually the Wyverns caught up to them, burning them into ash. And the egg plummeted into the ocean, vanishing bellow the raging waves.

Bela yawned and stretched as she awoke from her long, peaceful sleep. As she emerged from her cave, the morning sun of Fjördur soaked her body, making her feel nice and warm. As she finished waking up, she decided a nice walk by the coast could help her clear her head for the long day ahead. Luckily, her den was situated right near the beach, so it was a short walk. As she made her way down, she saw the other animals of the redwood begin their daylong activities. Microraptors hid in the thick undergrowth, ready to ambush any unsuspecting critters as thylas took up their positions in the towering trees. After a minute or two of her walk on the beach, she saw something strange washed up on the shore up ahead. Something orange and glowing. Three ichthyornis sat atop the foreign object, pecking at it. They quickly flew away as they saw her approach. The closer Bela got, the stranger the object looked. It looked as if a piece of the lava island had broken off and drifted over to the shore. Bela extended a paw and tapped it. She quickly flinched away. Whatever this thing was, it was hot. Very, very hot. Then, Bela realized what it was. Something she had only ever heard in stories her parents told her when she was a cub. The thing she was looking at was a Wyvern egg.

To be continued

By Dinasnore