*This is a work of FanFiction. The plots and characters all belong to Jurassic Park Franchise except for the ones that I've created, like Rela and Una. This is the only time I'll do this. It applies to all chapters in this fanfic.*

New Worlds

AvalonReeseFanFics

A/N: Well hello my wonderful readers! Are you guys ready for a new story? Cause here it is! This is the origin story, we get to see what it was like when Una was growing up. So there's going to be a lot of graphic descriptions cause they're raptors and that's just what they're like. Each chapter is going to bbe dedicated to one year in her life, going by age. Most of the ages should be in one chapter but some of them will be in more than one part. Especially Age Six as because that is movie #2. These chapters are all very long but I've tried to jam pack them with cute things. So thank you all for joining me on this next installment, all new readers and old readers, and here's hoping you guys enjoy this story as much as you liked my other ones in this series. This particular chapter is taking place a few days after the prologue chapter for Two Worlds. Hope that helps and see you guys next Tuesday!

Chapter 1 – The Terrible Twos

The wailing wouldn't stop. Her little hatchling had been screaming for days now. On and off when it wasn't sleeping. She couldn't get it to eat, she had cut it by accident attempting to get the foul smelling white lumpy thing off of its bottom. And now, it wouldn't stop crying.

But if she couldn't get it to eat it wouldn't live.

She tried to nudge the smallest sliver of Compy into her hatchling's mouth. For a moment she thought that might have done it, except the little hatchling spit out the morsel and then promptly started to scream again.

"It has to stop!" her mate Roc snarled. She knew that, everyone knew that, she just didn't know how to make it eat. "I don't know how you expected to know how to take care for something like this, but it can't stay here, it'll attract every predator to our nest. I'm surprised it hasn't attracted anything."

Around her came the trillings of her other packmates. All in agreement.

"Is this how you all feel?" she asked though she already knew the truth.

"She is putting us and the other hatchlings in danger," a female packmate told her, purposely not standing up to her lest Rela thought she was challenging her. "Unless we can stop the screaming, sooner or later we'll all be dead because of it."

"Rela, see reason," Roc said stepping forward towards her squalling hatchling, though it is starting to quiet down. Most likely having screamed itself tired again.

She looked down to the little bundle that had brought her such happiness for the last few days and knew that her pack was right.

"I'll deal with it in the morning," she said. "I just want one more night to try."

She didn't look up to see if the others will challenge, and eventually they all leave her alone. They were already nesting farther from her, isolating her and the biped hatchling in case a predator dared to come see what all that crying was about.

She set herself down, curling herself around the hatchling. This would be her last night with her little one and though she was their alpha and she was supposed to be heartless and cold, she couldn't help but be sad.

It was like she was losing her clutch all over again.

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By morning her hatchling was screaming again.

Rela didn't even wait to be told. She simply gathered her little hatchling up in her bundle and walked off into the jungle.

She walked out of her territory looking for a place to leave her biped, knowing that once she walked away the jungle would deal with it. And it wouldn't last long.

Despite knowing that she was leaving her biped, and it would be for the better of the pack, she found herself wandering farther and father away.

Firstly because she knew if she kept the hatchling close to her, she'd run back if she sounded in even more distress, and secondly because she was searching for a safe place to leave her. Just because she was leaving the hatchling for the jungle to have didn't mean she wanted her to suffer.

She wanted to leave her little hatchling in a nice place, where maybe a different creature could come to adopt her. A herbivore maybe? They were kind, were they not? She had seen many a different herbivore take in young of different species, usually dinosaur, and usually a herbivore themselves.

After walking some time she came across a fruited grove. The only thing that generally congregated around here were small apes and birds. Some herbivores came through here but judging by the grass there hadn't been one here in a long time.

She walked to the center of the little grove flattening down much of the calf high grass before slowly lowering her little bundle to the ground. This was the part where she was supposed to leave.

But Rela didn't want to leave her hatchling, even if the pack wanted her to. So instead of walking away from her squalling little hatchling, she lowered herself down to the ground and laid her snout softly across the chest. Though crying, it's little hands wrapped around her muzzle and held on tightly.

Oh how she didn't want to leave her hatchling.

"It's been crying for days." A voice said and Rela jumped up to her feet. She had thought herself alone in that clearing but there, just inside the trees was a very old Triceratops that had some how snuck up on her. "I couldn't ignore it anymore."

It took a step forward and Rela took stepped forward in response and over her hatchling to protect her, hissing in warning and the triceratops stopped.

Though this triceratops was old, even it knew that Rela would need her whole pack to take it down. But it didn't move closer, likely to put Rela at ease. It looked down at her hatchling, now protectively under the bulk of her body.

"It's hungry, can't you tell?"

Rela glared at it. "Of course, I can tell, I can't get it to eat."

The old Triceratops blinked it's cloudy eyes at her and then began to move around the clearing, bumping it's side into the trees so the yellow fruit would drop to the ground. When it had knocked enough fruit down it began to roll them towards where Rela was standing over her hatchling.

A triceratops was a tricky opponent. Her pack, though strong, only went after very sick or very young ones and even then, they were a chore to take down. This one might have been old, but it would put up quite the fight, she definitely wouldn't be able to take it on on her own, and her pack was too far away to respond to her call to action. Besides, she wanted to see where this was going to go.

"I was here when it first stared, you know. I remember the bipeds. I was born in one of their buildings. I remember how they cared for us, how they turned us all free when they left."

Yes, and that was all good for her, but that didn't solve her problem, now did it? The Triceratops continued to nudge fruit into a pile.

"My biped had a child, I remember, she brought him to see me. He was about her age."

Her? Was her biped a female? She hadn't known how to tell. Without looking at Rela the Triceratops squished the pile of fruit into the ground, mashing it up. She then backed away.

"He couldn't eat food right. Had to be in small portions. Try that."

It was a plant eater? Already her hatchling was moving, crawling on all fours to the fruit that it then began to grab with its hands and mush into it's face.

"It won't start eating meat until it's older. And bipeds never ate their food raw, they usually cooked it."

"When do they learn to do the cooked then?" Rela asked not sure what cooked was.

"This one? Probably never. If there are no bipeds who can teach it how."

Well that wasn't good, now was it?

"How… how did you know it was a girl?"

"I can see it's sex from here. Between its legs. See, it's different. Next time you see a biped, check between its legs, that's where the sex is. Males have hanging limbs, females have nothing."

Rela looked back down to her hatchling. She was in fact missing a hanging limb between her legs. And now that she was eating something she liked she seemed to be much happier. She was babbling again and throwing her arms around in an excited fashion.

"Bipeds are extremely fragile, and their young are even worse. They need constant care and will take a long time to reach adulthood. Are you sure you're up to the task?"

There was a shiftiness in the old Triceratops' eyes. A sort of challenge that she hadn't issued yet.

"I only ask because you're here, so far away from you pack. If you were here to abandon her… I will gladly take up the respon…"

"No," Rela barked. "No, I can take care of her. I found her and she likes me." She bent her head down to her hatchling and right away the little girl lifted her hands up to her muzzle. "See she likes me."

The Triceratops opened it's mouth as if to argue and then promptly closed it. "Alright. If you need more assistance you can come and find me, I suppose."

But she wouldn't need assistance. She knew what to do now and everything was going to be okay.

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"You were supposed to leave it, Rela!"

Roc was the first to come at her when she came back with the freshly full child. The rest of the pack seemed interested in this change of events but only Roc dared to come at her for it.

But Rela wasn't afraid of him before and she wasn't afraid of him now either. "But she's stopped crying. I know how to feed her now."

"Her? It's a her?" one of her pack mates asked. Another added: "How can you tell?"

"Their sex is between their legs," she said. "Males have an extra limb and females do not. Mine is a female and she's too young for meat right now."

"So, what does she eat?"

They were all crowding around her, all taking turns to bend down their snouts so her little hands could reach up. She'd need to be familiar with all of them. Would need to know who was who.

"Fruit."

"A plant eater?"

"Bipeds can eat both," Rela recounted. "When she's older she'll be able to eat meat just like us."

"She's a lot nicer now that she's quiet."

Excitement swelled up in Rela, yes, yes she was. "Now that I know how to feed her, she'll be easier to manage."

"So we are keeping her?" One of the pack members, a younger female asked.

"Yes," she said as she nudged her crawling biped to the nest she had made up for them. It would be time for bed now that she had gotten her to eat. It was a simple answer and it meant that things were done and she wasn't going to discuss anymore. So the other females returned to their nests, and the ones that didn't have hatchlings went to scout and secure their perimeter. To watch over them as they slept.

Her mate, however, had followed her. "You shouldn't have brought it back, Rela," he said softly to her. "I know you're mourning the loss of our clutch but this thing will not bring them back."

"She's none of your concern, Roc."

"I know. Because she's not mine and she never will be."

Roc walked away from them and Rela watched him go. She didn't care if he didn't want the biped, she did, and that was all that mattered.

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She learned, the next day, that her little hatchling needed to eat multiple times a day. She also liked her fruit sliced into pieces which was easy to do with her claws. The next day Rela learned that she liked splashing in water, also good because they had a little stream running right by their new nest. She had even started using the tree roots to pull herself up and toddle around the little clearing.

However, she had absolutely no balance though so she often fell, and had more than once toppled over in the stream and nearly drowned.

Rela was now working on a way to wrap the hatchling up in the second skin so she could carry her, and pick her up when necessary because her claws and teeth left marks even if she went to pick her up when she had fallen.

On top of that, the other hatchlings had no idea what she was, so they often swarmed and bit her if Rela wasn't around to stop them. The other mothers seemed to find it funny when her little hatchling was left crying and covered in bloodied nips but Rela didn't find it funny at all.

When it came for her to hunt three days later, she was suddenly afraid to leave her hatchling alone with the others. Who would stop the other hatchlings from chewing her all up while she was gone?

So, when no one was watching she left the pack with her little hatchling and hunted out the old Triceratops.

As soon as she found her the massive horned head turned, mouth full of grass just staring at her.

"Is something else wrong?" she asked when she was done chewing. "I haven't heard anymore crying. I assumed that she either died or you learned to feed her."

"I learned," Rela told her. "But… I can't leave her alone…"

The Triceratops swung its full body around, positioning itself so it could take a good and better look at the hatchling. So Rela set the blanket with her hatchling in it down on the ground and once she was down, her hatchling started crawling.

"They've been chewing on her."

"The other hatchlings don't realize she's not food yet," Rela said. "I have to hunt today…"

"You want me to watch her."

"I… yes…"

This was sacrilege. Asking another creature, a creature that was would be prey if the circumstances were right, for help. This went against every law of the jungle, against every instinct she had. But she had ignored all of that for her hatchling in the first place what was the harm in doing it a second time?

The triceratops stared at her for a moment and then lowered it's head down to the hatchling that had crawled right up to her. It put her little hands to it's face and the triceratops crooned lowly at it which calmed the child's babbling down.

"I will watch, now and any time you need me to."

"Yes? Thank you," Rela said. Behind her, her pack brayed and she moved closer, slowly, as to not spook the giant hovering over her child. She nuzzled the little hatchling, whispered she'd be back and then left them there.

Not only did this go against all nature, but it hurt her heart to leave her too.

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Her little hatchling had finally started walking. Properly taking steps to follow her around nesting area. And she had said her first raptor word too.

Food.

Rela had never been so proud.

She had lasted a full moon and was getting stronger and more familiar with the new life that she was living. So even though she had a long way to go she figured, like the other mothers, she could finally name her little hatchling.

But what was a mother to name her little bipedal hatchling? Something special of course. So after many days of thinking she announced to the pack, just as the other mother's had done with their surviving hatchlings, that her hatchling too had a name.

They were all gathered around, her hatchling was in between her legs, holding onto her to stay upright, her thumb once again in her mouth.

"This is Una," she told the others.

They all took turns saying it so she knew it and knew their voices. The only one who didn't say it was Roc, who merely turned his nose up at Rela and Una and walked away. Rela ignored him, the whole pack did.

Una turned her little face up to the others, her eyes were as blue as the sky above them. She had survived. She had a name and that meant she was part of the pack now, and even Roc couldn't change that.