Hi guys! Darksage here with yet another extra scene for Dinosaur: A Prehistoric Park Adventure. This scene took place right after The Final Showdown and before Home is Where the Heart Is. It takes place in the time right after the events in the canyon. This is my depiction on what happened after that battle...with a few added details :). Disclaimer: Disney's Dinosaur and Prehistoric Park belong to their respective owners. In addition, all music that were mentioned in this story belong to their artists as well. Enjoy!

"Let's stop and rest here for a while…"

Those were the words that Aladar said echoed in the recesses of Hazel's mind.

For pretty much the entire day, the herd had been making their way towards the shortcut she and her companions discovered not too long ago. The mountainous terrain, winding canyons, along with the cliffs they had to traverse to get to the place seemed difficult to overcome. But those were better than getting eaten by predators. The thought of finally being back in their home grounds was enough to push them onward.

It was already sunset by the time they arrived at the cave. From what the human had observed, Aladar had created a large enough passageway in the large rubble mound from their recent battle for the herd to cross. Hazel could feel the pangs of guilt hit her stomach as they walked passed that area. Even as she was riding on her blue-green Iguanodon companion, she could sense his sorrow from his silence.

Hazel had the needs to travel back in time to rescue Bruton, the misunderstood hero of that night. She could just use the time poles to head back to Prehistoric Park, then work a way to get back to that specific event. But that had a number of complications, such as the risk of running into her past self. Hazel had watched enough documentaries and seen enough shows about time travel to know about the consequences of meeting yourself in the past. Not only would the future be drastically changed, but she herself might disappear altogether. The girl was also aware that Bruton's death was instrumental in their journey to the Nesting Grounds. Had he not died, she and her friends would have perished at the jaws of those giant carnivores. The same could be said about Kron…

That name made Hazel choke back a quiet sob. She and Flia, along with Aladar and Neera, had come too late to save the former leader. Kron may have been a dick the entire time Hazel was in this time period, and his decisions were not the most ideal, but he did not deserve to die like that. She wanted to bring him back to Prehistoric Park, so that he could at least have a second chance, both to others and how he viewed her. But like Bruton, there was nothing she could do to change history. Had the alpha not perished, Aladar would not be where he was today and the herd would have died when they fell into the apparent cliff they were being made to climb. Hazel never liked Kron, but she could not help but feel pity for him.

But her feelings on the situation paled in comparison to a certain fuschia Iguanodon. Both former scout and new alpha did not have to alert each other on Neera's condition. Her prolonged silence, tired gait, and weary eyes were enough to give away her grief. Before they arrived at the cave, they were quietly debating to each other on who should comfort her. They did not want to be too abrupt, as they would make her flustered. Neither did they want her to be alone. They had their share of losing someone dear in their lives. After much debate, Aladar agreed to have Hazel do the talking. He had a herd to keep an eye on after all.

While she wanted Aladar to do that because of his new duties, she had another motive. The herd was almost back at the Nesting Grounds. Her friends were now safe. But the vow she made in the beginning of her journey in this era ceased to leave her mind. Every time she had a moment of respite, whether it was her job as a scout or being with her friends, the thought of going back to her time would just come back like a mosquito wanting more of her blood. Hazel wanted to at least admire the herd she promised to bring to her home. She could talk to them, make sure they were okay, but she was too weary from the recent battle she participated in.

That very thought made her remember what happened earlier that day. She, along with Aladar, and Flia were on the cliff, trying to fight off that monstrosity. Neera was recovering after being stunned by the Carnotaur, the result of hitting her head against a large boulder. Kron lay off to the other end of the cliff, unmoving. They fought with everything they had; Aladar stabbing the carnivore with his thumb spikes, Flia pecking the back with her spear-like beak, and Hazel slashing away at his legs with her dagger. It all ended with the predator falling into the portal that the girl discreetly set up at the side of the cliff...and the mourning of a dead herd leader.

The groans of a myriad of animals shook Hazel back into reality. Looking at her surroundings, she remembered they arrived at one of the large caverns she and her friends crossed not too long ago. The area was large enough to accommodate at least two herds, and had little to no obstructions like stalagmites or boulders. There were stalactites that hung from the ceiling though, along with the small cracks in the ceiling that allowed fresh air to come in. Very little light came in to the cavern, but it did illuminate the area somewhat. Hazel had to rely on the use of her flashlight just to get by. Curiosity in this era never ceased as the huge group of prehistoric animals inquired about the strange device.

The girl was about to pull out her sleeping bag from the bag she lay next to one of the few remaining boulders when she noticed a certain female ornithopod lying a considerable distance away from everyone else. Shining her light for a brief second, she noticed that it was Neera, lying on her stomach and resting. Abandoning her supplies, Hazel made her way to the herbivore.

"Hey Neera."

"Hi Hazel," she replied back without looking up at her.

"You seem pretty lonely out here. Mind if I sit?"

Of course, the Iguanodon didn't argue against that. She gestured the human to sit with her, and complied she did. Getting into a sitting position with one knee close to her chest and her other leg out, she flexed her arms in front of her before focusing her attention on the lone dinosaur.

"I shouldn't have left him alone…" Neera uttered, making the girl eye her with intrigue.

"What?"

"Had I stayed with my brother, he would still be here. But...I couldn't stand how he was treating everyone," she looked away somberly.

Hazel frowned at that. Like everyone in the cave, she was pretty shaken up about the whole canyon battle. Though they were happy that they got out alive, she was feeling guilty about one herd member that perished in the fight. Aladar tried to warn Kron of the coming danger, and she along with Flia supported him. Rather than listening to reason, Kron took it as a challenge to his leadership.

He and Aladar got into a fight as a result. Though the blue-green male was merely defending himself, the brutish leader was willing to fight to the death. Had Neera not interfered, he would have died. Or in fact, everyone in the canyon would have perished from that Carnotaur.

That was one thing Hazel regretted about the whole thing. She put the former leader down with an insult, and never had a chance to apologize. But at the same time, the event had factors that couldn't have been avoided.

"Neera, I'm sorry about your brother. I won't pretend to not know how you're feeling now, but there are things that just can't be helped."

Hearing that struck a nerve within the female. Neera snapped her head at the human, showing her mostly hidden ferocity.

"Are you telling me to get over it? Hazel, he's my brother! How dare you treat him like he's some object with little meaning!"

"No Neera! That's not what I meant at all!" Hazel protested. "Like you, I feel guilty about not being there for him! I said some things that I regretted saying to him, and now I won't ever have the chance to ask for his forgiveness!"

She then stood up and took in a few breaths. All of her anger was being let out, along with her thoughts on the formers Herd leader. Neera watched as the small human revealed what she had been hiding this entire time to her.

"I never liked your brother, but I didn't hate him. Like you, I didn't like how he was treating everybody. But he didn't deserve to die back there, but what's done is done. The only thing we can do now is to move forward."

The Asian sighed and looked upon the grieving female with sympathetic eyes. A few tears dripped down her cheeks in little droplets. "You're not the only one who's lost someone they cared about. I've lost a few people over the years. There isn't a day that goes by when they're not on my mind. Some days, I want to just go back, say all the things I should have said, and fix all the mistakes I made with them. I know I can't do that. But you know what?"

Hazel sniffled, holding back a sob. "I know that they're never truly gone. I can talk to them whenever I want to. It may not be in person, but I still can."

"How is that possible? You've seen what happened to my brother. He's dead," Neera pointed out, her sorrow building up within her again.

The girl shook her head and took a few steps toward the fuchsia female. "No. That's not true. Kron may not be with you physically, but he's still with you."

Hazel placed her hand on her friend's chest. The heat coming from her smooth scaly skin kissed her own. She felt small thumps on that part of her body, even though it was physically not in that area.

The sensation of the girl's hand sent chills down the dinosaur's spine at first. Her cold touch against her hide surprised her. But once her warmth engulfed the human's skin, she relaxed.

"He lives on Neera. In your heart, and in your memories. When you want to see him again, just merely think of him. Remember the good times, before all of this happened."

The dinosaur sighed, bringing her head closer to the hairless ape. Her neck craned over the girl's shoulder like a blanket. With a quick movement of her right hoof, the human was brought closer to her.

Hazel grabbed Neera's neck, accepting the embrace. Both released tears of sadness as they thought of their loved ones. Their quiet cries echoed in the cavern, but did little to alert the herd that was now sleeping.

"It's okay Neera," the girl consoled the grieving female with a few strokes of her fingers. "Kron will always be with you."

"But Hazel…" she sobbed, thinking of her only family that nearly led everyone to their deaths. "He's...done many horrible things. But he was the only family I had."

"I know. But you're not him, and you never will be. You're you. And he isn't the only family, for we're all here for you."

Neera pulled away, her yellow eyes staring deep into the dark brown irises of that belonged to the young adventurer. While they still had hints of the stinging water in them, she could see hope and love from them. The look the girl gave her let all negativities ebb away.

"My people have a belief that when someone dies, they go somewhere else. We can't see it and we can't go to it, but that's where everyone goes. They watch everyone from where they are. They look out for them; they help them when they're down and they are present when they are needed, though they aren't present physically. Kron is in a better place, and he's looking out for you, just like he did when he led the herd in times past."

She placed a hand on the female Iguanodon's cheek, stroking it like she did on her neck. The dinosaur relished in the sensation, and became comforted by her words. "The Herd now looks up to you and Aladar as their new leaders. They need you. It's your turn to lead."

"Thanks Hazel. I needed that," she shot her a small smile.

The two embraced each other once more. Their hearts now shared amongst each other. Little did they know that they were being watched from the distance by a certain cerulean-colored male. The dinosaur that was raised on an island of lemurs looked upon two of his loved ones with relief. Though he had done his duty of checking the Herd for their needs, he stayed a fair distance away while watching the conversation between Hazel and Neera.

He was happy that Neera was alright. Though her loss of her brother would pain her for a while, he knew that she would pull through. The words of the young human he met in the desert gave her the strength to embark on the road to recovery.

Aladar turned around, making his way to a mounted boulder a few yards from the Herd. The day they had was a long one, and he needed rest.

From the losses and sorrow came a new beginning for everyone.