Darksage95: Hey guys! Long time no see! Darksage and Marc Ello-Re-Yes are here with the next installment in the Dinosaur: A Prehistoric Park Adventure series!

Marc: Yeah! Been long-time you guys! We told you we didn't give up on this series.

Darksage95: So, as we mentioned before, this story will take place 145 million years in the past during the Late Jurassic period in the western United States and will include the Dinosaur Revolution episode "The Watering Hole" and The Ballad of Big Al. We're going to be making some adjustments to the story, such as the time ranges and certain dinosaurs in the area, but it's so that we could maintain the scientific accuracy.

Marc: In addition, we'll be adding a couple of details not true to some of these characters, but they're only minor. Please no flames.

Darksage95: Well, now that we got all that out of the way, let's get this show on the road! Disclaimer: We don't own Disney's Dinosaur, Prehistoric Park, Dinosaur Revolution, and the Walking with Dinosaurs series. They all belong to their respective owners. In addition, we don't own any musical tracks in the story. They belong to their artists.

Darksage95 and Marc: ENJOY!

Soundtrack: Prehistoric Park Opening by Daniel Pemberton/The Time Portal by Daniel Pemberton/Flying Theme from How to Train Your Dragon by John Powell

*Note: Actus Dei is something that will not be used in this story, but serves as the main theme*

Introduction…

There is something missing from our world. The amazing animals that time has left behind. But what if we can bring them back? What if extinction didn't have to be forever? We're going back in time on a safari with a difference, as wildlife adventurer Nigel Marven plunges into pre-history to rescue creatures on the brink of extinction. His plan is to bring them back to the safety of the present and give them a second chance. Last time, Nigel and Hazel managed to rescue a herd of dinosaurs from the destruction of the fated meteor 65 million years ago, where they also faced challenges in the 21st century. Now, Hazel and her partner Flia travel to the Jurassic period to rescue a famed predator from extinction. Welcome to the ultimate wildlife sanctuary. Welcome to Prehistoric Park.

Prehistoric Park Time Portal…

10:30 AM

It was late morning in the hidden wildlife sanctuary. Many of the employees were attending to their duties. Either feeding the Residents, cleaning their enclosures, or repairing broken equipment. With Marcus slowly making Communicators for all of the keepers of Prehistoric Park, it made their jobs slightly awkward now that they understood what the various creatures they cared for over the years strike up casual conversation with them during their duties. Despite the momentous change, the park keepers took it in stride.

The recent inclusion of Aladar's Herd made the park employees' workloads a bit difficult at the moment since the number of Residents now outnumbered Prehistoric Park's workforce even more so than before. Nigel was aiming to rectify this problem in the near future by searching for more potential employees to accommodate Prehistoric Park's sudden surge of new creatures.

As people went off to do their business, near the park's Stationary Time-Poles was Hazel Veran who was frantically triple-checking the contents of her overly large backpack. She had her backpack filled to the brim with things that she might need during her mission. She was even dressed in a white tank top with a diamond printed pattern with blue, pink, and black all over, black finger less gloves, her favorite denim shorts, and her black and pink sneakers. Needless to say, she was over prepared.

Despite being excited to get back into the swing of Prehistoric Park's mission of rescuing the creatures from the past, Hazel couldn't help but to feel slightly nervous. This was her first mission that she has planned and got permission to do, and she didn't want her first mission to run into any problems.

'No, no, no!' The young woman shook her head to shake loose anymore of her doubt. 'You got this Hazel. This'll be like all of the other times I went to the past… except now this is entirely upon my own shoulders.'

"Hey Hazel! Sorry I'm late. Ready to get going?" Looking skyward, Hazel spotted her best friend Flia landing of to her right, her saddle already equipped. The young adventurer smiled as her nerves calmed down. She wasn't alone on this trip; she had Flia looking out for her.

"Yeah, I'm good," Hazel said as she shouldered her backpack. "I just double-checked the things in my bag. I want to make sure we have everything we need for the rescue."

The keeper climbed onto her partner's saddle to get ready for takeoff. Flia grunted in surprise, caught off guard from her friend's heavier than normal weight.

The pterosaur stumbled slightly before she caught herself from falling on her face. "Holy—! I don't remember you being this heavy Hazel. Did you put on some pounds when I wasn't looking?"

Hazel slapped at her friend's back while rolling her eyes.

"First off, that's rude! I didn't gain weight. Second, it's probably my bag." Hazel gave Flia an apologetic smile. "Sorry Flia, this is my first mission that I requested from Nigel. I just don't want to be under-prepared.

"I can take out some things if it's too heavy for you." The young woman offered.

The Sky-Scout shook her head as she straightened up. "No, it's fine. Just caught me off guard is all. I can still fly with you, just don't expect me to be flying at my top speeds."

"Alright then," Hazel rolled her eyes.

"Well it looks like someone's eager to head out," someone mentioned from behind.

Turning around, the duo noticed a man dressed in a loose long-sleeved collared shirt with a brown vest. His shorts were right above knees, which he always used whenever he started a day at Prehistoric Park. The man's hair was short and was graying on the sides. Anyone who worked in the sanctuary knew him as the world-renowned zoologist and paleontologist Nigel Marven. But to Hazel, he was her mentor and father-figure.

"Hey Nigel. Yeah, we're planning on going in a few minutes."

"What and you were planning to do so without saying goodbye?" he gave her a skeptical look.

"Nigel! It's not like I'm going to be gone for 10 years or something! It's just a normal rescue that'll probably last a couple days," Hazel reassured dismissively.

"Uh huh," the man nodded after rolling his eyes. "Sure. I know you've been wanting to go through with this mission, but you'd better not come back to me in pieces."

"Oh don't worry," Flia stepped forward, replying sweetly to him. "I'll be keeping an eye on her."

The head of the park nodded in satisfaction. Instinctively, he brought his right hand up to feel for the Communicator he donned that morning. Years ago, when he first opened the park, he along with the rest of the employees had to rely on research and observation when it came to understanding their Residents, along with any other rescues. Then, one day, he managed to invent a special device that allowed the wearer to communicate with prehistoric creatures. It just so happened that around this time last year, he was sending his protégé into the past alone to not only rescue a herd from a meteor strike, but to test out his new invention. It turns out that the herd she rescued was the large group of dinosaurs, and a clan of lemurs, that resided in the valley section of the park. Through some events that spanned several weeks, everyone in the park had become closer than before.

"Thanks, Flia. Now I'm sure you've already noticed, but Hazel can be a bit of a wild one out in the field. You've seen how stubborn she can be," Nigel warned, causing the young woman to gawk at him.

"NIGEL!" she gritted her teeth at him. Her face taking on a hint of red.

"Not to worry Nigel," the Pteranodon lifted a winged finger up in a promise gesture. "I'll make sure she stays out of trouble. After all, I volunteered to come along. If anything happens, we'll be back here before you can say 'dive-bomb.'"

Right when she said that, the portal into the past erupted to life. The familiar translucent ripples that led into their destination shimmered in front of them. Beyond their lush green paradise they now called home was an arid landscape with less vegetation than their valley. From where they were, they could see that the portal was situated on a plateau that overlooked dry plains within a rugged valley.

"Alright, so your destination is the Late Jurassic period, 145 million years ago. In terms of conditions, you're looking at a time that's a bit warmer than the conditions in the Late Cretaceous. If you need anything, just give me a call or use the portal to port right back here," he explained to the two of them.

"Got it. Thanks!" Hazel saluted with two fingers.

Flia crouched low before leaping into the air. The pterosaur spread apart her wings, showing her enormous wingspan. However, due to the amount of weight she was carrying, her balance was faltered and thus was not flying at her normal speed. The shakiness in her flight nearly caused both her and her partner to plummet face flat on the ground.

"Whoa!" Flia gasped, flapping her wings to stay aloft.

"Easy Flia! Easy!" Hazel soothed.

Within a matter of moments, the duo flew through the portal, causing ripples to occur in the gate. They left the sereneness of the 21st century into the beautiful yet treacherous time of the Jurassic Period.

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The first thing that the sky scouts encountered when they arrived in the Jurassic period was the climate. Hazel knew that the Jurassic period was pretty warm and wet compared to the scorching hot Triassic and the moderately distributed climate of the Cretaceous. But she didn't expect this part of the Jurassic period to be as dry as the desert she arrived in when she first met the Valley Herd in the late Cretaceous. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for Flia, who was gasping for breath from trying to stay aloft with the huge weight on her back and the arrival in the new time.

"Oh my!" Flia gasped, flapping her wings rapidly as she tried to gain more altitude.

"You okay, Flia?" Hazel inquired, gripping onto the saddle straps tightly from the shaky flight pattern.

"I'm fine...it's just... I didn't expect to have my breath literally taken out of me once we went through that portal thing…" the pterosaur breathed heavily, now taking in some proper oxygen.

"Well why didn't you take a deep breath then?"

"Because SOMEONE didn't warn me of how dry this time was going to be. Nigel said this place was going to be warmer than what I'm used to! I didn't expect it to be this dry!" Flia scoffed. Hazel playfully smacked her friend in the back of the neck as a way of chiding with her.

Right when she did that, the pterosaur shook in midair, causing the rider to yelp and hang onto the saddle straps for dear life. The flyer rocked from side to side for a few seconds before dive bombing into the gorge below. Hazel screamed as they plummeted hundreds of feet into the air.

"Holy shit! Flia! Pull up! Pull up!" Hazel begged.

But the pterosaur didn't comply. She merely looked back at her and gave her a mischievous smirk.

Several seconds passed and they were right about to impact on the ground. Hazel screamed for dear life, practically pulling on the saddle straps back to tell the Pteranodon to flatten her flight pattern. At the last second, the sky scout did so, and they flew at least 5 feet from the dry valley terrain.

"Oh my God…" Hazel gasped, relieved that they survived that ordeal. "Flia! What the heck!?"

"THAT was payback for not warning me," she chuckled, entertained by the reaction the human portrayed during the frightening experience.

"You could have killed the both of us with that stunt!"

"Oh please, do you really think I am that stupid? I would never endanger the both of us, you especially."

"Well don't do that again!" Hazel groaned. "You kill the both of us and I will pester you in the afterlife!"

Flia glanced back at the rider and gave her a confused look. "Afterlife?"

The human shook her right hand dismissively. "Never mind."

They flew on for the next hour or so. The land they flew over was reminiscent to the desert they traveled through about a year ago, at least in Hazel's case. The only difference was that there was sparse vegetation everywhere. As they flew, the tall trees in the valley turned into small shrubs once they were in the outskirts. Nevertheless, the change in scenery did not change the types of dinosaurs they were seeing.

Flia was truly amazed by the creatures she was looking at. Some of them were slightly like the dinosaurs she was used to seeing in Prehistoric Park, such as the brown and blue-striped fleet-footed Othnielia, their larger hunter-green hued cousins known as Dryosaurus, small herds of the slender terra-cotta colored cousins of the Iguanodon known as Camptosaurus, and the hefty long-necked Camarasaurus. All of which she asked Hazel on their identities.

Hazel did her best when identifying the dinosaurs that the scout pointed out. The first species, the Othnielia, were easy to decipher. They were about the size of small children in terms of height and were no more than 4 feet in length. Considering that they were in this part of the United States, that was the best identification she could come up with. Flia was also a bit unnerved when she first noticed them as she compared them to the Velociraptors she was used to escaping from. The woman calmed her, saying that these dinosaurs were purely herbivore.

The next ones were the Dryosaurus. Like the Othnielia, they possessed the same bipedal stature and body appearance, except for the color coordination on their hides and that they're at least twice their size, being about 8-14 feet long. Their strong, powerful legs were testament of how fast they could run. And run they did, because they demonstrated that ability when they flew down a little closer to them for an up-close encounter. Though Hazel had no way of determining the actual speed they were running, she did some research some time ago that they could run up to 25 miles per hour. They were not as fast as Velociraptors, but they were still speedy. In addition, if Hazel were standing next to one of them, they would be at the same height stature as herself.

The Camptosaurus were also easy to identify. They had a similar bodily structure as the Iguanodons the two scouts were used to seeing back in Prehistoric Park. They were slightly more lethe than their more famous Cretaceous cousins and much smaller than them by a meter in height. Though Flia did not know this, Hazel knew that since they were one of the most primitive iguanodontids, they sported spiked thumbs, at least smaller versions of the ones she was used to seeing.

Finally, there was the Camarasaurus herd that was meandering towards a large patch of trees several meters north of them. The stoutly built sauropods were much smaller than the Borealosaurus and Baylene the Brachiosaurus back at the park. Nevertheless, they were still large, standing tall at 10 meters. They were slightly heftier too, both around their legs and at their necks compared to their slenderer cousins. The other thing that set them apart from other sauropods was the shape of their snouts, which were box shaped and more rounded rather than lean or having a steep nasal ridge.

The small herd trumpeted as they approached the distant oasis in the scarce plains. The individuals were unaware of the presence of the two time travelers that were marveling at them from afar.

But even with the magnificent sights of these Jurassic denizens, they found no sign of what they were looking for.

"Hazel, I don't see any predators in the area," Flia said with disappointment.

"Yeah," Hazel agreed, matching that tone. "Let's try looking outside the valley."

With that said, the duo made their way out of the valley and into a large desert expanse. The ground soon turned from having sparse vegetation and small rock formations into absolutely barren. The few mountains and plateaus around them were barren as well, having no sign of green at all. In addition, the climate seemed to had gotten hotter with the approach of noon. There didn't seem to be any indication of life for miles. Or so they thought.

They found multiple indentations on the sand and dirt. They looked like huge circles that a group of people stamped on the ground or pillars that seemed to move in a peculiar pattern.

"Footprints!" Hazel exclaimed with a smile.

"Indeed, but what made them?" The pterosaur wondered, scrutinizing every detail.

"Flia, what's that up ahead?" Hazel squinted in the distance. She couldn't quite make out the shapes as the rising heat from the ground was obscuring the view. But they did look like large, grey dots that did not match the landscape.

"I don't know. I can't quite make them out either. Let's go higher for a better view."

The duo gained altitude at that statement. When they did, the obscuration the desert was creating cleared up the image. The dots they were looking at were giant Jurassic animals. They looked similar in appearance to the Camarasaurus they encountered earlier, but they were longer and more horizontally inclined in body shape. They were also slender too, and possessed long tails that had their tips curling in the air like leaves. In addition, they had huge spines along their long necks down to the base of their massive tails. Their heads were also narrow, looking like Yin and her Flock except slightly slenderer than their Cretaceous relatives.

"Sweet Maker on high! These guys are huge!" The Pteranodon exclaimed, completely awestruck by the huge sauropods. From where they were, she counted at least about 12 members.

Hazel couldn't help but squeal with glee. Considering the location they were in along with the approximate 90 feet in length these sauropods sported, they were in the midst of a herd of one of Hazel's dinosaurs.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Hazel blabbered out quickly.

"Ow! Easy there partner! You scream much louder and you'll make me deaf," Flia glanced back at the ecstatic human, her slightly hurting from that squeal. "What are these things?"

"They're Diplodocus! They're one of my favorite dinosaurs ever! Oh, I've always wanted to see one in person!"

"If Baylene were here, she would definitely beat them in terms of height. But they are pretty long... Where do you think this herd is going?" The flyer wondered, now looking back at the dinosaurs. The vocalizations they were now making echoed out for miles. Flia was having trouble making heads or tails of what she was listening to, but to Hazel, she equated the sounds to the cries of whales. Some of them made bleating sounds too, but not like that of sheep from the 21st century. They sounded deeper and have a rasp to it.

Hazel shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, I'm not a huge expert in dinosaur migrations. But if I had to guess, these guys are probably headed to some kind of feeding grounds."

She then looked at the front of the herd. The immense shape of a Diplodocus that towered above the rest was at the very front. From the bulk and size of the sauropod, the human deduced it to be male and the eldest in the herd. Hazel took a gamble and gave her friend her suggestion. "Let's ask that one! He looks like the leader!"

The flying travelers from the future dove after the herd. Using her gift of speed, Flia weaved her way around the immense shapes with ease. Hazel warned her of one of the tails that was moving from side to side, informing the pterosaur of the amount of damage their whip tails could do to others. The purple flying reptile took heed of that and spun out of the way of the incoming tail.

As they flew, they attracted the attention of the members of the herd. Poor Flia really had to fly briskly just to bypass them. And with the huge weight on her back, thanks to Hazel's overpacked bag, her flight speed was limited. The dinosaurs gasped and yelped in surprise at the new creatures that were weaving through their ranks. Even one female, who was minding her own business, found herself skidding to a stop lift her neck up in surprise when the scouts flew under her neck. Those who were not in range for the surprise up-close encounter watched in wonder at what they were looking at.

"Sorry!" Flia apologized, expertly moving around them.

"Excuse us! Pardon us! Just passing by!" Hazel added as they moved along.

Finally, after traversing the huge lengths of the sauropods, they were at the front of the herd. The pterosaur skidded to a halt, just enough to keep up with the pace the leading Diplodocus was going.

Hazel waved a hand at him, and shouted so loud that Flia's ears felt like popping.

"Hey there!"

Startled by the sudden greeting, the creature looked over to his right, only to see two creatures that he had never seen before. The appearance of a giant flyer larger than the miniscule ones he was used to, and a scale-less two-legged creature shocked him even more. The leader staggered to the right, all the while moving his neck away for just a moment.

"What the-!? Uh, hello there!" The leader readjusted himself, albeit speaking in what Hazel would call a sophisticated southern United States accent.

"Sorry! We didn't mean to startle you! Are you the leader of this herd?" Flia inquired, which caused the sauropod to lean in a little closer to them.

"I sure am, little darlin'. My name is Charles, the big boss of this band of Diplodocus," the Diplodocus greeted with a bow as a way of showing respect. "And what about you two? I've been livin' on these plains for my entire life and have never seen the likes of you."

The Pteranodon was about to answer his question, but her human partner beat her to it. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but was relieved when the human managed to tell him what he needed to know and not add in unnecessary details. "My name's Hazel and I'm a human. And this here is my partner, Flia. She's a Pteranodon. We're travelers of sorts from the future."

"The future you say?" Charles cocked an eye ridge up and looked up to the sky in confusion for a moment. "Why, that's by far the most outrageous thing I've ever heard. That a place around here?"

Flia stammered at that statement. She really had no idea how to reply to that question without accidentally talking about Prehistoric Park. While it seemed okay to talk about her new home, she feared that it would attract too much attention. Plus, she was starting to think that Hazel may want to bring this herd back with them without their consent. Well, the situation she and her own herd went through was different, but she didn't want this herd to be frazzled from being pulled away from their own time unless they were willing to.

Thankfully, she didn't need to worry about that.

Hazel gave him a nervous chuckle and waved her hand dismissively. "Erm...not exactly. Let's just say it's a long way off. Where are you guys headed?"

"The folks here along with myself are headin' to one of our feeding grounds. The one we were staying at went dry and, well, big folks like us need a lot of food. We go to where the food is. Now then, what brings you here to this part of our stomping grounds?"

This time, it was Flia who could answer first. Being up and personal with a 100-foot-long behemoth who was also the herd leader really made her on edge. At least he was nothing compared to Kron, her former boss before Aladar took over. "We're doing some exploring for a certain creature. This is our first time here and we're trying to get the lay of the land. Tell me, have you seen a creature known as a... oh what is it called again?"

"We're looking for some Allosaurus," the human answered, causing the sauropod to gawk at them. "If you've seen some lately, could you please point us in the general direction?"

Charles sputtered, stupefied at the reason these smaller creatures were here in the first place. "Allosaurus? You mean those monsters that feed on us until we're nothin' but bone? Now why would a couple of sweet peas such as yourselves look for a couple of flesh-eaters like those? You lookin' for a death sentence or something?"

"No!" The young Prehistoric Park traveler retorted. "We just want to know where they are! It's part of our...scouting regime! We're looking for big predators to watch out for."

Flia sighed. Though that wasn't the entire truth, she hoped that the Diplodocus would buy it. The giant scrutinized them even more, silence falling between them like an invisible blanket. Both hoped he would take that story.

Miraculously, he did.

"I see...well if you're lookin' for big predators like those, I do know that a couple of them live in the Watering Hole several miles north of us. The herd here always makes a stop there for a bit before we head out to the Salt Plains, but we don't stay there very long. Not enough food there and those sharp-biters are always in that area," he told them, waving his neck and looking over in that direction before returning his attention to his guests.

The Pteranodon nodded in satisfaction, now knowing the general direction they needed to go. "Watering Hole. Got it. Thanks."

"Yeah! Thanks Charles. Well, we'd better be going now. Got some scouting to do," Hazel added, showing that same satisfaction in her tone.

"You two be careful now," Charles gestured to them in a polite yet protective tone. "There are more things to worry about here than predators, so you two stay on your toes."

"We will! Bye Charles!" The human waved goodbye as the pterosaur flapped her wings faster to gain speed and angled her body up to gain altitude. She powered through the Jurassic skies, leaving the traveling Diplodocus herd behind.

"Pleasure meeting you, Hazel and Flia from the land known as The Future! Good luck on your travels!" Charles returned the goodbye, his voice fading with the increase in distance.

"Wow...those herd members were huge! Hazel, you never told me that the denizens in this time were so big!" Flia said, still awestruck by the experience of being amid creatures that were bigger than anything she had ever seen, besides the sauropods back at home.

Hazel chuckled lightly and patted her friend on her back. "Welcome to the Time of the Titans."

The duo flew on towards the destination their new ally gave them. Their mission was now clear, but they had no idea on what kinds of dangers they would encounter.

Darksage95: And voila! The first chapter in the Prehistoric Revolution installment. Sorry it's kind of short, but don't worry, the story's about to unfold.

Marc: Now just to remind you guys, with the summer months coming up, other priorities will be coming our way, so we're going to be a bit busy in the months approaching. Nevertheless, we'll do our best in posting new chapters.

Darksage95: We hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter and stay tuned for the next one!