Prologue

The tepid rain fell in curtains as the sun slowly set on a world full of prehistoric wonders. One such drop fell from a leaf and landed upon an ebony scaled muzzle. The suddenness of the cool liquid drawing the owner of said muzzle from the realm of dreams. Eyes of a deep, bloody red slowly open to take in the scenery, large nostrils flaring as he took in the millions of scents surrounding him. When he found no danger near his temporary nest, he hauled himself to his feet. With a stretch to loosen his legs, arms, tail and neck, A dinosaur known now by the other denizens as a monster, stalked further into the jungle without a sound. His massive black form easily blending-in even better with the sun setting despite the golden stripe running down his neck to the tip of his tail on both sides. He was a strange creature, terrifying. With a pair of sickle claws three times that of your typical Utahraptors, or the locally named fastbiters, and with a body mass large enough to be considered a fair match with a Tyrannosaur; he was a dinosaur no one wanted to cross paths with. What no one knew however, was that he shouldn't exist at all. In fact he wouldn't until billions of years later when a certain movie came out and his species was thought up. This unexpected, false dinosaur was known as an Indoraptor or by the natives' name, the only Shadowbiter in the world.

He also was me. My name is Jaeger, no it wasn't the name I was born with, but it was one I took up after landing here in this world, in this time, and in this body. My reason for being here? Apparently there was indeed some higher power and due to my love of all things prehistoric, both real and fiction along with my peaceful living with nature made me the only option… yay me. Said beings tasked me with keeping the balance between the leaf-munchers and the sharp-teeth.

Yea.. learning and recognizing the words and languages of this world shocked me too.. Who wouldn't remember the classic saga of Littlefoot and his friends? I let out a quiet sigh as I moved toward the end of my leafy home and the beginnings of a craggly swamp where I paused to sniff. I had no reason to think about those younglings, it seemed as if they had some kind of divine protection and sharpteeth of all kinds died in their adventures and being one myself, I had every intention of avoiding them. Besides, they don't exactly exist right now. About a month ago I stumbled upon two pairs of Apatosauruses, an elderly and a younger pair, and it wasn't hard to know who they were. I didn't linger to observe because I was tracking my prey down.

I spent months following its bloody trail and now I was close to him. A carnotaurus with perhaps some sort of mental problems has been going around killing younglings, both sharptooth and leaf-eater alike. Just killing, not a single corpse even nibbled on and leaving the adults with only minor wounds as it fled. It is tasks like these that makes me think it had something to do with the world, sixty-five billion years and creeps existed through the entire time. I paused as I felt the golden stripe on my body began to shine and I turned my head towards the crescent moon overhead. The instant my eyes locked onto it, I felt the alien presence encroach on my mind and a voice distinctly feminine echoed within.

"Your prey is close, my Hunter. He is slumbering for now, but do hurry, I sense his twisted dreams coming to an end and the urge to kill once more, growing."

The snarl on my muzzle in place of a grimace was understandable as I quickened my pace. For one, an innocent is in potential danger and two, in the year I've been here, I've found sharpteeth had a code of honor and battle similar to vikings. Glory in battle, pleasing the ancestors, loyalty to the pack or clan. Even raids on enemy territories. Of course there is also the insult of killing your foe while they slept. Such thing is frowned upon and anyone who does so will find disgrace to their ancestors. Unfortunately for my target, my ancestors did not exist yet. No one to shame or be shamed by, there was only I and the near deity beings that yanked me here.

Now wasn't THAT a mind blower..

Beings that kept careful watch over our beautiful world and doted upon its denizens. I suppose their silence during humankind's rule was proof enough of what they thought of my former kind. All my musings ground to a halt along with my movement as the scent of my target and the traces of all his victims met my nose. My muzzle scrunched at the smell of blood and decay, the predator never had bothered to wash the blood from his hide. Slowly, quietly, I poked my head free of the ferns and there under an outcropping of stone, illuminated by the faint moonlight was a somewhat large form with a veritable cloud of insects. Its body looked gaunt, with hip, spine and rib bones clearly showing through its hide. My heart went out to the creature, the rage I felt sizzling out and replaced by pity. This dino was clearly ill and probably lost all sense of its sanity. Deciding not to disgrace it anymore, I looked about and upon spying a low hanging branch, I reached out and broke it from the tree. The loud snap echoing through the now silent land. I stalked out and lowered myself into a combative crouch as the creature in front of me jolted awake and clamber to his feet. I frowned and readied my claws even as he roared a challenge and charged. I felt a bit bad for what was about to happen but felt this poor creature deserved some peace. I quickly leapt to meet him with my own rattling screech and with a quick kick out, his unsteady gait led his neck right into both of my sickle claws.

Shlick!

I springboarded of his side and out of range of any attack as he stumbled by with a pained gurgle but i hadn't need to worry, my claws had hit their mark and within minutes my task was finished. Letting my body relax, I approached him and turned his head, giving a sadden sigh upon seeing the infestation in his ear canals and the glazed eyes that were red from all the veins that had burst.

"At least this one wasn't a killer by choice.. I don't think he even knew where he was, much less what he was doing. I'd give him at least three weeks left before he died on his own."

"Yes, but during those three weeks, many more innocents would have perished. You did what you needed and now he can rest with his ancestors. You did well, my Hunter, it was a quick death."

I let out a deep sigh, the quills on my head and along my spine rattling as I used the back of my claws to close his eyes, the poor guy deserved that much.

"Did you gather his name and do you believe it is safe to leave him for scavengers?"

I felt deep melancholy from the being, her response resigned.

"It will be safe to leave him, his sickness cannot be passed by consumption, only by poor self care. His name from what few memories he had left, was Boros. He had no pack left."

I merely nodded and positioned his body into a resting pose and after wishing his soul safe travels, I left him for nature to reclaim. I understand such sentiments would seem strange, but he deserved it, a thought my benefactor and boss approved of. Such was my duty. In the silence of my return home, I felt her draw back to wherever she was, leaving me once more now that my work was done. As often when left on my own, my mind thought back on what led up to now and I question how a simple man in his early thirties, living on his own in the middle of a forest with no technology beside modern plumbing was chosen out of billions to become an imagined superkiller in the world of a children's cartoon. Well.. supposedly childrens. NOTHING looked cartoony, more in line of Jurassic World's animatronics and cgi, in other words, real as I was as a human. To go from a Bo staff and traditional blacksmith hobbyist to a survivalist. I snorted in amusement as I remembered the first few hours after waking up here as this, not to mention the distinctly embarrassing screech when my benefactor first spoke to me to explain and to later teach me to get used to my body and the "gifts" she added. Even now, more than a year later, those "gifts" still freak me the heck out. I carefully kept my nose and eyes actively searching for trouble as I weaved my way through a valley filled with various sized rocks until I reached a cliffside with what appeared to be a rockslide. At least to the natives. Pausing only to make sure no eyes were on me, I trotted along the bottom of the rubble to a seemingly normal mottled boulder two-thirds my size and pushed. The moment the rock gave way, I gave a relieved sigh as warm air greeted me. Wasting no time, I crawled within and past the braces of logs which served as my concealed doorway and pushed the stone back into it, hiding the tunnel once more. My body immediately relaxed, now that I was home and back in my domain. Rounding the bend, I came into the large natural cavern that's been my home ever since I arrived. Taking a second to take in all I've done from the various shelves I painstakingly carved into the walls and the various trinkets I've gathered over the months. Pieces of obsidian, slate slabs with different diagrams and numbers on them, various chunks of ores I stumbled across, a few skulls ranging from microraptors and mammals to a velociraptor, roughly carved wooden dinos from my time of training better claw control, and lastly the thing which earned me such fear from other sharpteeth; A necklace made from a vine and teeth from all my carnivorous "victims'' totaling seventeen in all. This time, I do not have another to add, feeling the unfortunate Carno didn't rampage willingly. My eyes lingered on the thing that got me the local name "Cannibal" before focusing on my pride and joy. Sitting on the other side and partially built in what used to be another, smaller tunnel for venting, was my forge. Weeks of carefully crafting mud bricks in the jungle, letting them dry, then carrying them here one by one had paid off and my project was almost finished. Days spent shifting through rocks and pebbles near volcanos netted me with enough iron and some copper and soon I'll have a Bo staff with pointed tips on both ends and the ability to unscrew into smaller pieces.

That was a tricky puzzle to solve. In the end I smoothed a short stick the length and thickness I wanted for the segments, carved a rough spiral with a claw on one end then smashed it between two mud bricks to create a mold, then i took another still wet brick and screwed the part with the "tines" into it, then carve out so i had a ring of mud. That then dried and pressed into its own mold. Of course it was a slow process and after I pour the smelted metal into it, I'd then have fuse the sockets to the input portions, the staff will have a 'ribbed' look, but it'll add a sort of "alien" look. But that is only after my move. The mere thought had me gazing at the forge forlornly. I won't be able to take it with me. The bellows made using hide from a tyrannosaur corpse I came across could, but not the forge. I pulled my eyes from the shoddy smelter and forge to another creation. My shoulder slumped along with my quills and tail as I felt my masculinity wither at what was essentially a very stoneage version.. Of a purse or shoulder bag. A semi small log that I carved a hole in the top lengthwise then partially hollowed out with a long vine tied to each end. Already packed within were the mentioned models, packed with dried grass to protect them. And all that is left is for my carvings and the slabs of slate with the blueprints of my forge, smelter, staff, and ax. The reason I'm moving? I know there's soon to be a great earthquake that creates the Great Divide and I will not remain within a cave when it hits.

Not like I can die..

An unpleasant shudder rushed through my body as that terrifying discovery surfaced in my mind. Though it made sense for that being a gift. If I was a near godlike being and I used up however much of my powers to pull a living being back in time THEN changing them into something that shouldn't be real, then I'd want to make sure they couldn't easily perish either. Finding out about it by experiencing a cave-in I could've done without, though. When remembering that painful memory, I looked once more at my cave. Letting my paranoia control me, I decided to simply move out right then and hurried to finish packing. Within moments I had the "carrying log" around me and the necklace around my neck. Just before I left, I carefully removed a specific stone surrounding my forge and smelter, causing a small cave-in that crushed and buried my work, yea I knew better than to contaminate the budding culture of this time.

Satisfied there was no trace left, I bolted for the entrance. By the time I got out and did the same to seal the tunnel, the sun was starting to rise. Getting my bearings, I started my journey north.

Next stop, Threehorn Peak, my soon-to-be new lair, er.. Home.

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So…

Yes another "X turned into an indo and time travel" But unlike "Primal Voyage" this is one involving a beloved series of mine from my childhood (sorry to those who enjoy the other).

The Land Before Time was a show that I could never forget and as I grew up, I still loved to slip a VHS in and reminisce.

My love grew even more at the discovery of a fanfiction, "The Seven Hunters" by the amazing Rhombus (SERIOUSLY GO CHECK THEM OUT!)

Not only does it flesh out the LBT world, but it adds a bit more seriousness to it as well. So much so that after re-reading their series for the umpteenth time and suffering a bit of a burn with DAW, I thought to get a fresh breath in the form of this.