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Chapter 1 - Ancients Made Anew

The side of the mountain was quite, almost peaceful in a desolate, lifeless way. No trees grew there, nor shrubs or even a hardy wildflower. The only thing to grace it's gray, silent slopes was the passing shadow of a hawk. It was unchanging, having never known the touch of life, native or alien to this world.

Unlike the other side of the mountain, that had not so long ago seen much life. Blasted, mined and hollowed out, the other side had been silent witness to a battle and shaken by an explosion.

But on this side, only a few pebbles had trickled down the slope and nothing more.

That was until the vibrations started.

It was slight at first, so deep within that nothing on the surface even trembled. It got a little stronger, a little closer until a few pebbles shook and skittered down the face of the mountain. Then stones joined them, followed by rocks and finally boulders as the shaking grew. The great sheet of rock, as old as it's young planet, shook as something big, something determined dug it's way out.

Finally, a great section of the rock gave way, pushed out and down, falling in a thunderous roar to the valley below.

Silence reighned once more for a few moments as the rock settled, the mountain now sporting a cavernous hole in it's side.

Then something huge, something not seen on this world for millennia pulled itself from it's cold tomb. Great claws scrabbled for purchase on the disturbed slope, gouges cut into ancient stone as it moved away from the newly cut cave.

No sooner had it moved aside then more poured from the opening. Much smaller then the first, these four likewise scrambled for hand and foot holds, desperate to be out of the mountain that had nearly killed them.

Once settled on it's surface, the five, as one breathed deep of the chill air. Lifting it's massive head, the greatest among them opened it's jaws and let fly a roar that shook the sky. It's fellows joined in, adding their voices until the very mountain and valley below vibrated with sound.

Having proclaimed the conquering of the mountain that had tried to entomb them, the largest turned a critical eye to it's brethren. Two fliers, counting itself, and three ground bound. Some deep seated knowledge urged it to move on, to find someplace safe for itself and it's kin.

After several minutes of snarls, growls and grunts, a language all their own, a plan was made. One of the grounders climbed on the back of the smaller flier. Another draped itself around the neck of their leader. The last, lacking any means of holding on, instead was scooped up in the claws of the largest. At an unspoken cue, both fliers took to the air, seemingly unburdened by their loads. Turning from the mountain, they flew swiftly away and into a world ill prepared for the likes of them, ancients made anew.

And the mountain was silent again.

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