Earth's atmosphere, 65 Million BC:
The apocalypse had come. It came in the form of a huge, jagged piece of space rock, worn down by seemingly endless millennia of collisions with other asteroids, yet still formidable, daunting.
And dangerous.
It had spent millions of years hurtling through the bitterly cold, endless expanse of space, passing stars and planets, all of of a vast array of different shapes, sizes, colours, dying stars that were pulsated with energy desperatly bursting to be released, planets smothered in thick emerald green fog, planets made of blood red rock.
So beautiful, picaresque, dazzling and utterly lifeless. And the asteroid had flown past them harmlessly. But this planet it was hurtling towards was different.
It had life.
It had entire continents covered in thick, lush forests full of stinking primeval swamps .
Dry, scorching hot deserts where only the toughest survived, wide expanses of flat grassy plains that were inhabited of by a Margery of monsters never seen before.
Huge, lumbering beasts we would have called " sauropods," with long windy necks that reached up through the thick canopy of trees into the blue skies above, Winged, grotesque flying demons that soared through the skies in there endless search for prey, smaller herd based creatures with strange crests with which they could create beautiful melodies that bathed the plains with a cacophony of sound and huge, terrifying, two legged tyrants, with hundreds of serrated, jagged teeth in a massive jaw capable of ripping its way through even the toughest bone or tendon. It had a vast body frame that put off even the bravest and most persistent rival, making it the master of all it surveyed through its cruel , piercing reptilian eyes.
All of them living in perfect harmony, in a never ending circle of life that had existed for billions of years and seemed would continue for another billion years.
And then a blinding flaming ball of flame tote through the sky and in that instant the entire world, with its perfect yet delicate circles were torn apart and plunged the world into fire, smoke, choking gas and then an endless winter. And when the dust settled everything had changed. The vast forests were reduced to tinder wood, deserts turned to Arctic wildernesses, the great grasslands turned to a seemingly lifeless burial ground, covered in ash covered bones belonging to once to mighty monsters. All gone.
And then, out of the darkness, a flash of green. Then another, then a high pitched cry that tare through the cold silent air. Bushes rustle, gravel crushed underfoot. And then, emerging like some hellish demon out of the black smoke, a small, two legged creature, a Therapod, with two huge yellow bulging eyes, and on its arms and legs huge curved claws, perfected over millions of years for tearing maiming, and killing. it seems pitiful, puny in comparison to the mighty beasts who once dwelled on these plains.
Yet it is this small creature that is the future.
For something has survived.
The apocalypse had come. It came in the form of a huge, jagged piece of space rock, worn down by seemingly endless millennia of collisions with other asteroids, yet still formidable, daunting.
And dangerous.
It had spent millions of years hurtling through the bitterly cold, endless expanse of space, passing stars and planets, all of of a vast array of different shapes, sizes, colours, dying stars that were pulsated with energy desperatly bursting to be released, planets smothered in thick emerald green fog, planets made of blood red rock.
So beautiful, picaresque, dazzling and utterly lifeless. And the asteroid had flown past them harmlessly. But this planet it was hurtling towards was different.
It had life.
It had entire continents covered in thick, lush forests full of stinking primeval swamps .
Dry, scorching hot deserts where only the toughest survived, wide expanses of flat grassy plains that were inhabited of by a Margery of monsters never seen before.
Huge, lumbering beasts we would have called " sauropods," with long windy necks that reached up through the thick canopy of trees into the blue skies above, Winged, grotesque flying demons that soared through the skies in there endless search for prey, smaller herd based creatures with strange crests with which they could create beautiful melodies that bathed the plains with a cacophony of sound and huge, terrifying, two legged tyrants, with hundreds of serrated, jagged teeth in a massive jaw capable of ripping its way through even the toughest bone or tendon. It had a vast body frame that put off even the bravest and most persistent rival, making it the master of all it surveyed through its cruel , piercing reptilian eyes.
All of them living in perfect harmony, in a never ending circle of life that had existed for billions of years and seemed would continue for another billion years.
And then a blinding flaming ball of flame tote through the sky and in that instant the entire world, with its perfect yet delicate circles were torn apart and plunged the world into fire, smoke, choking gas and then an endless winter. And when the dust settled everything had changed. The vast forests were reduced to tinder wood, deserts turned to Arctic wildernesses, the great grasslands turned to a seemingly lifeless burial ground, covered in ash covered bones belonging to once to mighty monsters. All gone.
And then, out of the darkness, a flash of green. Then another, then a high pitched cry that tare through the cold silent air. Bushes rustle, gravel crushed underfoot. And then, emerging like some hellish demon out of the black smoke, a small, two legged creature, a Therapod, with two huge yellow bulging eyes, and on its arms and legs huge curved claws, perfected over millions of years for tearing maiming, and killing. it seems pitiful, puny in comparison to the mighty beasts who once dwelled on these plains.
Yet it is this small creature that is the future.
For something has survived.
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