The Isle (TOME 7 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)

Provence

We decided to land in the South of France, a country rich in resources, fruits, forests and rivers. The climate was mild and the winters less harsh.

The shuttles made several return trips, full to bursting point and everyone was released.

Cows, wild horses, wild boars and deer... it was a carnage like a forest fire when the hungry carnivores pounced like a wall of teeth and jaws towards their unbelieving prey.

They did not touch the herbivores of Vegeta... as if they were living relics.

But they all rolled around on the grass, happy to find firm ground.

They all shouted their joy to be alive.

And like everyone else, I went hunting.

The humans, on the other hand, were hungry, lost.

We pulled our fellow creatures from their cryogenic sleep and everyone was found.

We found our eggs that I saw for the first time.

There was life in them and they were more beautiful than Easter eggs.

We found old stone huts with a view of the sea and we settled there.

The Robinsons became our neighbors and so did the other raptors.

We rebuilt the stone masures into a small Provencal village with a surrounding wall.

The house was simply a barn. We had the stones on the spot. Might as well take advantage of it.

In the courtyard which was quickly put back on its feet, we could hear again the sounds of the forest of Vegeta .

That reassured me.

The air was almost the same, the smells, the firs, the spruces. Only a few species of trees and bushes were missing to remind us that we were on Earth.

We emptied our minds and our life slowly resumed as we had left it.

My objective was to prepare the hatching in the best conditions. The rest didn't matter.

Humans didn't care about other problems. Eat first!

We helped them by hunting so that they could live and start farming again.

We had nothing left as reserves when we arrived. We were starting to starve.

The research and expeditions would be for the next months.

All the tools and factories of the earth had fallen into dust over time.

According to Alice's calculations, with the precession, at least 200 years separated us from the last earthlings. But 1000 years separated our time from that of the colonists.

On the other hand, our time coincided with the comet which should pass through our system in 2 years or more...

What I feared...

Heater, his family, could take revenge or kill me... or at least hurt us...

But above all.

BBC! Mega!.

All my friends were reunited and all the carnivores smelled the products of the hunt and we had a huge barbecue and fresh blood for those who like to eat raw.

Humans were also invited.

They wanted to make me chief of the clan but I passed the power to Dantinne, my queen.

And some rules were established so as not to devour each other and a salic system by order of strength and hunger. A rex would have the last word on a raptor in exchange for letting him live.

The contestation of the carcasses can be done with a duel but killing is forbidden.

In the event of a challenge, the dinos would roar and clearly establish the challenge.

Once lost, the carcass can no longer be contested.

Hunting cannot be resumed until the carcass is eaten or transported.

Vegetal survivors are sacred and cannot be hunted. They are there to repopulate the earth.

A whole series of rules were thus created to prevent the land from becoming a slaughterhouse.

This was also true for the humans who had to apply our rules.

Being neither offended nor discriminated against, we avoided the mistakes of the past.

We avoided the creation of clans or tribes.

Months passed and everyone could eat their fill.

The dinos progressed like settlers, exploring hunting grounds and meadows, fruits and bushes to devour for the herbivores.

They dug out the rock behind the house and obtained a troglodyte cave.

Dean arrived one day with a bag of white powder.

He jumped on my neck "my friend...".

"This is a gift for you... lime... we're going to decorate and repaint your house white. The men have come to thank you for saving us."

And so we were whitewashed but the result was worth it.

"Nicolas, remember our business?...here, herbs. Anise... we are in Provence... the land of Pastis and aperitifs..."

A smile appeared on my face."

"Deal"

Our "House" resumed its spirits manufacturing business...

I loved basking in the sun, with the sound of cicadas, Dantinne next to me and some Raptor straps, the next of Dantinne...

A bit of peace, sunshine and a bit of pastis filled us.

Then, one day, a subtle crackling was heard...

All the dinos and humans came running...

Our little ones came out of the egg.

I was impatient.