Before the times

Note:this is a practice story to get me amped and used to writing for other stories I will be writing. This story might not go very far.
==Chapter 1==
The small brachiosaurus was walking with his herd. He stood very close to his mother, afraid of anything beyond his guardians reach. He didn’t quite know where they were going, only that he has no choice but to follow. Soon, after a while, be and his herd came across a semi-shallow pond with very clear water and plenty of large, healthy plants. The small dinosaur squeaked happily. What a wonderful place to stay! He would joyfully bound closer to the water when 
SNAP
The large jaws of a predator shut so close to his face, that he could singularly count all of the bits and pieces of extra food crammed in between his teeth. The brachiosaurus’s mother picked him up by the scruff and placed him by her. “What are you doing here, predator?” Asked his mother angrily. The large predator, now identifiable as a T-Rex, laughed “this watering hole is my turf now, I find it a good trap for gullible prey.” He answered gladly. He had such a deep voice that was strangely smooth, it scared the small dinosaur. The T-rex’s eyes glimmered “Since I am in such a good mood, I will let you stay and have a drink....in exchange for the child” he said evilly, staring coldly at me “NEVER!” Replied another brachiosaurus angrily, taking a step forward. “He is what will guide our entire pack!” The T-Rex laughed again “Either way, he will die, you know that. Bring him to me so you can have some refuge, or lose your entire pack for just one little life. Even if he DOES survive my attack, he will die quickly with no protection” The mother brachiosaurus looked sadly down at me, carefully thinking about the choices. Before she picked him up again, and pushed me towards the large predator. “That’s a good dinosaur.” Replied the T-Rex smoothly. The young brachiosaurus, having not idea what was going on and scared out of his wits, got up and ran a split second before the jaws of death snapped around him. He roared in anger and chased after the youngling angrily. The brachiosaurus bolted into the woods, looking for a safe place to stay, to his dismay, he couldn’t find any. Soon, he would come across a small cave that he could probably squeeze through. It was a stretch but it was worth a shot. He slammed into the small hole, wriggling his body around to slide into it. He could hear the T-Rex’s footsteps quickly approaching. This sent fear into his very soul, causing him to slip the rest of the way through the hole. He felt the gaze of the predator’s eye as it looked into the hole “This isn’t over, Runt, I’ll find you, and I will eat you, one way or another”. The brachiosaurus thought for a second Runt? Is that my name? It doesn’t matter, I need to get to my mother!. Unfortunately, the Tyranosaurus killed his entire herd in a fit or rage, staining the lake forever in blood. Giving the river it’s now name of “Long Neck Blood”
Category:Literature
Category:Fiction
Category:Original Stories
Category:Original Stories (Unfinished)