Chapter 1: Prologue


Arlo and Henry were walking alongside the river that was in between the towering mountains, the rain dripped hard on the rock whilst slapping on the leaves of nearby trees. Cloud formations of those normally seen in a forming tornado were looming over the mountains, looking as if they were about to strip the mountains from the ground itself. The flowing river was more grey, mimicking the angry clouds, and flowing down as a normal, but rough speed.

"But Poppa, what if we get lost" Arlo asked, a tone of desperation lingered in the air when he spoke, as if this was the last place to be.

"As long as you can find the river, you can find your way home." Poppa Henry spoke, with both annoyance and seriousness in his voice. Arlo looked down onto the river, it was almost as if it was slowing down, or speeding up, it wasn't possible to tell which one was true.

"What do you see?" Henry added, Arlo heard and looked around, until finding something significant of the environment; paw prints, and they were going in the direction they were.

"Uh, it's- tracks?" Arlo answered, or guessed. A mix of both if you'd like.

"And they're washing out, we gotta move." Henry moved faster, the two were no longer walking together but more of a single file type. Arlo looked up as the more dense clouds were coming toward them, with lightning flashing a white-ish-blue in random intervals. As they walked, the river was in fact moving faster, with the rain also becoming heavier.

"We're loosing it." Henry spoke again, now moving faster than Arlo could speed walk, either he had to run on the slippery rock or be safer and walk, obviously taking the latter option. As they were moving higher above the river, the terrain was starting to become too much for Arlo, naturally he slowed down, which Henry didn't take lightly.

"Arlo, keep moving!" Henry raised his voice for that part, Arlo started running as the lightning intensified, looking up, the cloud was shaped like an upside-down hurricane, with the only difference being that it was rotating such that the clouds were moving away form the center. A large bolt of lightning shot form the cloud down onto the mountain side, scaring Arlo enough to make him zig-zag for a second. He kept looking at the storm, unaware of where he was walking. Tripping over a rock, he grazed his knee hard into the rock, Arlo called for help, but Henry had almost phased Arlo out.

"Arlo what did I say about keep m-" It was when Henry looked at Arlo's situation he realized he himself hadn't payed attention, watching how Arlo couldn't walk properly, the whole situation a moment ago faded.

"It's... It's okay. It's okay Arlo, I'm sorry. I just wanted you to, get through your fear. I know you have it in you." Henry spoke, this time much calmer than before. Arlo however couldn't see it from his father's perspective.

"But, I'm not like you." Arlo said softly, sounding much too tired and hurt to speak much at all. Henry took those words seriously, but when he spoke again, was in a soft kind of seriousness, rather than the annoyed seriousness of a few moments ago.

"You're me, and more." Another bolt of lightning flashed, making Arlo cower into a ball-like position. Looking up into the sky, Henry decided it was enough.

"I think we've gone far enough today, the storm's getting worse let's get you home." Henry helped Arlo up, being an assist for Arlo to walk better. All of a sudden, the river rose by about half a meter, the rain was at it's worst, and the lightning had stopped all of a sudden.

"Arlo move." Henry said sternly, helping Arlo get up onto roughly higher ground. Almost instantly afterwards, a loud thump, similar to that of a thunder crack, but lasting longer, erupted from upstream. But at the very corner, came what seemed to be-

"RUN ARLO!" Henry shouted, it became clear what was coming; A wall of muddy water filled with trees and other debris, it was moving at a speed faster than any dinosaur could move at. Panicked, Arlo was almost paralyzed in shock, breathing frantically over the current situation, but then, Henry lifted Arlo as high up the bank as he could. When Arlo looked down, he suddenly knew what was going to happen.

"Poppa." Arlo extended his already bruised leg, as if wanting his father to use it as an assist. Instead, Henry tried climbing up the rocky bank, but misinterpreted the stiffness of the loose rock, and fell back down to where he started.

"Poopa!" Arlo repeated, but with a more panicked and raised tone, he tried extending his arm further, but the wall of water was racing too fast for Henry to escape it. Looking at the wall of water more, it seemed to glide on top, with the water just in front being the grey, though clear water, followed quickly by the browner, churning rapid. Arlo turned around to see his father looking at it, before turning to Arlo with a very grim face.


Before Arlo knew it, his father was gone.

A few hours later, Arlo had started an adventure.

A couple of days later, he finished it, being rewarded by his own mark.

But, what if...

After that, things changed...

This is the story my friends...

Of what happens if Henry did not die on that day.

But rather, was sent on a much larger adventure of his own.

This is that story.

A story, of Henry's year long adventure of going back home.

And it starts, on the beach.


A/N: Hey guys, so a day ago(04/06/2016 for any people that come to this fanfiction a year from now) I watched this movie, and it was one of the best, though, the plot confused me. If Arlo could survive the river twice, why couldn't Henry, unless he wasn't dead at all. After a day of thinking, here's the story I came up with, and I hope you guys enjoy it with me. This chapter's a setting for the main story. This story will mostly be updated once every week, as I have exams, but once my 10 week holiday starts, well, I'm sure you'll get more frequent updates from me.

That's all for now, I'll see you guys soon.