Chapter One

The sun was blazing down upon the primordial world. The thick jungle hung in a peaceful calm. A few Gallimimus ate from the cool grass. They were grazing close to the tree line, next to the prairie. She kept her gaze on them. The predator readied herself for the attack. She was hidden in the bushes, waiting for the opportunity. One of the Gallimimus walked up to only a few feet from her. She smiled. 'Perfect.' She thought.

When the Gallimimus lifted its head from the ground, it looked at her hiding spot. Her white plumage was visible from inside the bush. It obviously saw her, for it squawked and tried to run. The rest of them ran for it. 'Darn it.' She thought. She ran out of her hiding spot and hurried after them. The Gallimimus were fast, but she kept pace. She neared the slowest and prepared to pounce. Then, her foot snagged on a branch, and she fell to the ground.

She watched as the Gallimimus herd sped away. She got up and walked into the jungle. 'Another hunt gone awry.' She thought. 'I hate being white.' She continued walking, until she came to her nest. She lay down inside it. She closed her eyes and started to whimper. 'Why am I cursed to be this way?' She thought. Unlike other raptors, she was completely white. She had red, piercing eyes, and a red circle around them. Another abnormality was that she was covered in long feathers, instead of just head feathers and a few body quills. She was a freak. At least, that's what the other raptors thought and she believed them.

"What's got you down, little missy?" A voice said.

Albina opened her eyes to see a weasel on her snout. He wore an eye patch over his right eye. "Hay, Dad." She said, and then closed her eyes.

Buck opened her eyelids. "That's no way to talk. You got to keep your eyes open." He looked down at her expression. Then, he looked into her eyes. He frowned. "Are you fretting over how you look?" Albina lifted her head and nodded. This caught Buck off guard and he fell to the ground. She couldn't help but chuckle. Buck smiled at her. "Well, it's good to see your getting over it." He got up and brushed himself off. He had always cheered her up. Buck was like a father to her. He had raised her, since she was but a hatchling. "Now, I think we should go now."

Albina groaned. "Again." She said. Living with Buck was fun, but it was also dangerous, and also on the move.

Buck nodded. "It seems that Rudy has caught onto our trail again." He said, looking back into into the jungle. "It would be nice to have another go at him, but I wouldn't want you getting into the mess."

"Oh, come on." Albina said, getting up and posturing defiantly. "I can take him. You taught me well enough."

"No." Buck said in a commanding tone, crossing his arms. "I will not let him get anywhere near you. He is too dangerous."

"Stop treating me like I'm a hatchling." Albina said, putting her snout right up to his face. "I've lived long enough with you to know my way around. I hate that we have to move around so much."

Buck shook his head. "I'm sorry, but this is the way it has to be." He said, then smiled. "Now, don't let that get you down. We have a long trip. It's a nice life when you think about it."

Albina sighed. "Yes, Dad." She got up. Buck started off and she followed him.

Next

Seara looked over her children. They lay nestled against each other sleeping. She smiled as she watched them. 'They are so cute.' She thought. They were a little larger than they were when they had hatched. Her stomach was growling so she stood up and walked away. She made sure she did not wake up her kids. She went off into the forest to find something to eat.

Next

Albina continued to follow Buck through the forest. It had been a few hours, since they had started walking. She was getting tired and sore. "How long until we get there?" She called up to Buck.

"Not long, my little sheila." Buck called back. He usually called her his little sheila. She didn't have anything against it, but she did want to be thought of as more than his little sheila.

Albina kept on walking, until she came upon a small clearing. She noticed an unfamiliar smell. She walked towards it. She jumped on top a large log to see three tyrannosaur hatchlings. They were playing with each other. Chasing and nibbling on the others. She watched the scene. 'I wished I had friends.' She thought. She was interrupted from watching them, when she heard a low growl behind her. She noticed that a large shadow had appeared over her. She looked up to see a tyrannosaur. She gulped.

The tyrannosaur lunged at her. Albina jumped out of the way. She yelped in terror as the tyrannosaur lunged at her again, nearly missing her. She looked back to see the tyrannosaur looking at her. Then, Buck hopped right on its snout, brandishing his weapon. "What are you doing to my daughter?" He growled.

"What?" The tyrannosaur female said. "You're that little weasel that went along with Sid."

Albina could understand her, but not her father. Creatures of this valley spoke a different language, than the surface dwellers. She could understand both languages thanks to her real mother and Buck. "You know Buck." She said.

The tyrannosaur looked at her. "Yes, he was among the herd that came through here a year or two ago."

"What's she saying?" Buck said. He knew of her ability to speak their language. He used it often when he had to deal with the valley dwellers. Though, he made sure that they were always safe outings.

"She says that she knows you." Albina said. "She said you were with a herd a year or two ago. I think one of them was named Sid." She saw her father's eyes pop out. "Does the name ring a bell?"

Buck nodded and smiled. "It sure does. I remember the day they came here. The stupid sloth had stolen this sheila's eggs." He patted the tyrannosaur's snout. "I helped the rest of his herd find him, when mama here accidently took him with her."

"Oh." Albina said, remembering a few of her dad's tales. "So, all those stories are true?"

"I wouldn't lie about such things." Buck said. "Especially to my little sheila."

"Sorry dad." Albina said, lowering her head.

"Ah, it doesn't matter." Buck said, waving a hand. "The past is the past, as they always say. It isn't now, it isn't going to be, its then." He tapped his chin. "I think that actually sums it up better. I could make a living off these sayings."

Well, there you have it. It turned out quite different than I had originally planned. It was supposed to be a Diegoxraptor story, but I tried to think of how the raptor would know english. Buck somehow got in this and he stuck. Yet, since he found her after the events of the third movie, I had to rethink this. If I went with my original plan. I'd be pairing a young teenage raptor, to a middle aged sabertooth. (shivers) So, I'm not going ahead with that, though there might still be romance later on.