Last week, as you'll recall, in Trapped in Time, our boys found some baby dinosaurs, only to face something a little more dangerous in the form of their angry mother! See what happens in this week's installment! Then don't forget to visit the other Wednesday Briefers, whose links follow my tale!
Trapped in Time #15
As the
large creature pounds its way toward us, smaller creatures begin to raise a
fuss—running, flying, slithering themselves out of its path by means of
whatever locomotion is available to them. Only we stand rooted to the spot, as
if frozen in fascinated horror, staring at this oncoming dinosaur. My only
coherent thought is that I’m grateful that it’s not the tyrannosaurus rex
again. Perhaps I am counting my chickens prematurely, however. Maybe this type
of lizard is as bad, if not worse than, the other one.
What
happens next appears surreal in hindsight. Mein Gott, is that really Myron? What is the
dummkopf doing?
Myron
brushes by Vittorio and myself. But he’s not, as I imagined, running away from
the situation, rather he’s moving toward it. He takes up a position between us
and the charging creature, one hand raised in the universal gesture for halt. I
do think the dinosaur understands sign language.
“Don’t
worry!” he cries to us. “This dinosaur is a stegosaurus. She’s not a meat
eater. Those must be her babies.”
That is
rather impeccable logic, I must admit, but I still don’t want to be in her
path. Being trodden is probably little better than being eaten.
And then
I notice something in Myron’s hand. What the deuce? He’s slipped his wand away
from Vittorio somehow, and now he’s aiming it at the charging mother, from who
can be heard what I assume are her words for ‘Get away from my children!’
Vittorio
and I move synchronously, leaping toward Myron. From the corner of my eye, I
can see Charlie doing the same, Mary on his shoulders. I have no idea what
Myron thinks he’s going to do… and I’m not sure that I want to know. “Nooooooo,” we cry out simultaneously,
just as a ball of shimmering light emerges from the end of Myron’s piece of
wood. It hovers for just a moment, before enveloping the dinosaur, which at
this point is mere feet away from us and closing fast…
And
suddenly she has stopped moving, frozen in mid-stride. In fact, every living
creature within that strange diaphanous ball has ceased to move. Our jaws have just
simultaneously hit the ground.
“That is…
amazing,” Vittorio whispers, taking my hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly.
Although I hate to admit it, I must agree with my lover. But my concern is
this—Myron seems to specialize in magic that does not last and cannot be
controlled, so maybe we should… leave immediately?
Charlie
envelops Myron in a huge hug, and Mary lays thick monkey kisses on his cheek.
Myron casts his eyes toward the ground, then turns to face us, uncertainly, as
if he’s afraid we’re about to yell at him. Maybe we should, but I let the
moment pass, albeit grudgingly.
Mary
scrambles down from Myron’s shoulder and scoots along the ground until she
reaches the nest of baby dinosaurs. Tenderly, she lifts one of them then
glances at us. Vittorio and I get the idea and we each gingerly pick up one of
the tiny babies, so different from their huge mother. They are small and cute
and make little mewling noises. It takes two hands to hold one of them, though.
Good thing they have no teeth yet.
Following
Mary’s lead, we carry the children to where their mother has been arrested in
mid-flight, and set them where she will see them, but not step on them. Now it
is time to get ourselves away from here, as quickly as possible.
“Charlie,
which way?” Vittorio asks. “We must leave here, quickly.”
Charlie
wastes no time. He points past the dinosaur. “That way. There’s some hills not
too far from here. She won’t follow us.”
I hope he’s
right.
Vittorio and
I climb onto the penny farthing. Although it was not designed for two, we’ve
managed to ride together before, an ability that stands us in good stead now,
as we (or rather, Vittorio) pedals furiously—this is one time when I am
grateful for my diminutive stature as I perch on his shoulders—while Myron and
Charlie and Mary all run as fast as they can ahead of us.
We do not
stop running until we are a good distance away. I was concerned about the spell
that Myron used. What if it never wears off? What happens to the mother and
children then? But we hear an indignant trumpet coming from behind us and I am
relieved that all is well once more.
We have
stopped at the top of a large hill, beneath the shade of the single tree that
graces it, breathing heavily, and letting our hearts beat at a more regular
pace. Vittorio has his arms about me, and Charlie and Myron are hugging, while
Mary sits contentedly at their feet.
Vittorio
nudges me, looks toward Myron. I know what he’s saying, without his having to
speak aloud—that is how closely we are attuned. I know, and yet I am concerned.
With good reason, I think.
“Myron…”
I begin. He glances up at me in some surprise mixed with a bit of trepidation. “Myron…
you did good,” I grudgingly admit. I’m rewarded with a hug from Vittorio, and
Myron manages a shaky smile. I think maybe he was more unsure of the outcome of
his actions than he let on to us. But it was a good outcome, and that’s the
main thing.
“How… I
mean, how did you do that?” I fumble for the correct words, but this is what comes
out. I’m still amazed that his spell didn’t backfire and cause great harm to
us. Amazed and grateful.
“I don’t
know,” he admits in a small voice. “Something inside of me. Something just felt
right.”
“That was
a very good thing you did,” Vittorio adds. “Very quick thinking. It is good you
knew about that dinosaur being harmless. Thank you.”
Myron
blushes, and cuddles against Charlie, who kisses his head softly.
MA Church m/m
Tali m/f
Until next time, take care!
♥ Julie
Awww, good for Myron! :D You know, people think... not a meat eater, so it isn't dangerous. Especially for fictional dinosaurs... but would you step between an elephant momma and her baby? No way. Pretty sure the Stego wouldn't be that much smaller and just as scary!
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