Prologue: Monsters
(Daley's POV)
Monsters. When one hears that word, they think of creatures that never existed, or creatures that existed a long time ago. Dragons, Sea Monsters, Werewolves, and Vampires… all of those fall into the fearsome category of the former. But others also think of T-Rex, Saber Tooth Cats, Dimetrodon, and Velociraptor… all those animals that went extinct millions of years ago. Monsters that we would never again encounter, things we were safe from.
The impossible happened on the island, the horrible impossible that some of those monsters were real. Or, more specifically, had been made real again. These monsters came in all shapes and sizes, and some weren't even really monsters.
If you were to tell me that, way back on the first few days of being crashed on the island, that in just five weeks I would encounter strange beasts that went extinct sixty-five million years ago, I would laugh in your face and walk away. But now I have encountered them, and I haven't laughed since.
Sure, some of them aren't too dangerous. Apatosaurus, Maiasaura, Hypsilophodon, Argentinosaurus… some aren't dangerous if you play your cards right, like Triceratops, Stegosaurus, Ankylosaurus, and Pachycephalosaurus… but then there are the real monsters. Velociraptor, Spinosaurus, Allosaurus… T-Rex…
Abby probably considers herself really lucky now, what with all the monsters around. All of these dinosaurs.
What lies behind those mountains should stay behind those mountains, but of course it didn't. Thanks to Abby, Jackson, Eric, and Mel. Why did they have to tell us what lied behind the mountains? Why did they have to leave camp, splitting the group in two? Why is this happening to us?
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(Melissa's POV)
When I agreed to go with Abby and the others, I knew I was in for hardships. I knew I was in for danger. But I had to go; I had to do something to get home. I needed to help. No one knew it, but I was going crazy with despair. And Abby handed me nirvana, and on a silver platter no less. It was time to go hiking, looking for a way out, and looking for freedom.
But then disaster struck. Then we made the mistake of going over the mountains. Over those blasted mountains that separated our little peninsula from the rest of the monstrous island.
It Turns out the chicken wasn't the only dinosaur on the island.
Oh, yes, I believe that today's little harmless birds are the descendents of true monsters, the dinosaurs. And I know that those dinosaurs are the realest monsters out there.
When we finally managed to make it over the top of a small mountain, we were faced with a jungle primeval. Herds of dinosaurs, in all shapes and sizes, were roaming a vast plain before us. Abby wanted to keep going, she wasn't deterred. The rest of us knew immediately to turn back, even Eric. She kept going.
We brought her back before disaster struck, before some… thing… got her, and we knew we had to go back to camp, get away from the monsters.
Turns out it couldn't stay that way.