A/:N Hi four Fossil Fighter Fanfic Writers/ Readers. I'm just kidding. Well, this is my first Fossil Fighters fanfic *party blower* yeah party *very short dance party with a lot of random assembled people, and lots of flashing lights*. Ok now we have to be serious. I love Fossil Fighters….and seem to be in the very small demographic that actually can stand Rosie…someone wanna explain that? Anyway…I like the sequel to this story better. Haha my brain: very active. Me: too lazy to write, too busy to find time. But, tonight my brother is having a party, so I got my equally lazy twin brothers, Jay and Drift, and forced them to help me write this. And here it is…this A/:N is like….30% of it too.

XxX No one's POV XxX

A boy was on a boat, he was headed to Vivosaur Island. A place where dinosaurs come to life to battle, with the help of revered fossil fighters. Now, back to the boy, he was anxiously sitting on the back of the boat looking out at the vast seas. The captain decided to start a conversation.

"So, you're going to become a fossil fighter, huh? Yeah I know that gleam in your eyes; you want to be a master." The captain said. "Oh, and my name's Travers, Captain Travers. What's yours, boy?"

The boy looked up: "Jayson. But everyone calls me Jay, I like it better anyway."

"Jay, huh? Well when you become a master maybe someone will put 'The Great' after it." Captain Travers laughed. Jay smiled; he liked that Jay the Great, just sounded right. "So what's your favorite type of dinosaur? You like carnivores, or herbivores?

"Carnivores." Jay answered easily.

"Small or large?"

Jay laughed. "You ask a lot of questions, but large."

"Ah, I see…I'm guessing you, my friend, are a Tarbosauous fan. Am I right?

"Yeah, how'd you guess?"

"Lots of people come by, just like you. But you, you have a certain fire…a drive the others don't possess. You have this…omen…the omen of a born leader and master…like you were born to do something…great. Like you have a purpose beyond all others…like this is destiny for you to do…something. Something important…something…big…something that will cause a…a huge eruption of happiness and joy, but I'm getting up in years, so what do I know." Jay was silent, he soaked in his words.(1)

The only thing Jay could think of was: 'That didn't really answer my question."

"No, no I suppose it didn't." Captain Travers sighed. "I can see the island from here." He slowed the boat. Jay got off the boat; he waved to Captain Travers, who wished him luck, then speed off in the boat.

Jay has jet black hair, and cerulean blue eyes (A/:N For the record, it's is pretty close to cerulean.). He has on a standard fossil fighter uniform; a blue shirt with a purple stripe at the bottom. A pair of black shorts, black Converse(A/:N Not Converse I know, but it seemed cooler. And you will find out that….aww never mind I don't wanna spoil it), and black gloves. His jet black hair was spiked perfectly; he also had a standard issue sun hat.

He breathed in the cool ocean mist, and rustic smell of freshly dug up earth, and knew this was where he belonged.

A/:N Ah, I hate myself for ending it there but, hey I promised I would get it published by Monday. Imma give a quick warning; if you hate Rosie…not the fic for you. When I get her introduced…it will be mostly…from her POV…ahhhh, yeah…sooooo…yeah. Oh, and, in response to the (1) how ya like that epic foreshadowing bitches? Sorry if that offended you…I do that sometimes. So, I plan to have the second chappie up by Friday. Think I can do it? Think I can't? Tell me by REVIEWING. Sorry, but that's what the button is there for. Anyway I want this done as fast as I can…I want to write the sequel…which indecently….is going better in my head than this. So yeah, review…please?