Not my best chapter and kinda rush.
I'm currently trying to gather some info since the next arc is Hidden World (How train your dragon) arc.
If you have suggestions and stuff then feel free to tell me.
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Meanwhile, Matias continued to watch from a distance, his gaze fixed on the group he was certain included Ian Malcolm. He observed as they carefully carried the injured baby T. rex toward their trailer lab, no doubt intending to treat it.
Sensing this was the chance he had been waiting for, Matias turned to Claire. She looked up at him, puzzled by the sudden urgency in his movements.
"What is it?" she asked.
Through the subtle gestures and sounds she had learned to interpret, Matias conveyed his intent—he needed to take her somewhere.
Though uncertain, Claire trusted him. She nodded, and as always, he lifted her gently into his massive hand, carrying her through the jungle with practiced ease. The journey was swift, yet every step made her heart sink, an unshakable feeling gnawing at her.
When they broke through the treeline, Claire froze in astonishment. Just ahead stood the very people Matias had been watching—Ian Malcolm among them. It hit her like a thunderbolt. This was it. This was her way home.
But the realization brought no joy. As she looked up at Matias, the truth became painfully clear: she was about to be separated from him.
Matias let out a low rumble, commanding the two T. rexes to leave. To everyone's astonishment, they actually obeyed, lumbering off into the jungle without protest. Ian and the others were left slack-jawed, their minds reeling at what they had just witnessed.
Then, as if nothing extraordinary had happened, Matias carefully lowered Claire onto the ground in front of them. The group's eyes darted from the girl to the towering black dragon-like creature, utterly baffled.
Ian, ever the cynic masking nerves with humor, raised a brow.
"Uh…who are you, girl? And, uh…is that your pet?" He gestured vaguely at Matias, his voice wobbling between sarcasm and disbelief.
Claire brushed some leaves from her clothes and straightened, trying to appear calm despite the knot in her stomach.
"My name is Claire Dearing. I've been stranded here for over a month and a half. If it weren't for Onyx—" she motioned toward Matias.
"—I wouldn't have survived. He's…friendly. I promise!"
Before Ian could form another dry quip, Matias casually lifted one clawed hand and flashed a perfect peace sign.
The entire group froze.
Nick blinked. "D-Did…did that giant dragon just wave at us?"
Sarah whispered.
"No, Nick. He just gave us a peace sign."
Ian pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering.
"That's certainly joining the top ten list of the weirdest things I've seen."
Matias tilted his head, amused, and let out a deep chuffing sound almost like a laugh. Claire sighed, putting her hands on her hips.
"See? Friendly."
Matias rumbled deeply, lowering his massive head until his crimson eyes locked onto Claire's. His growl was not one of anger, but a steady, mournful sound—a command wrapped in sorrow. He was telling her it was time. That she had to go with the humans. That she had to leave him behind.
Claire's throat tightened as she understood. Her eyes burned, tears threatening to spill. She pressed a hand against his scaled snout, feeling the warmth of the creature who had been her protector, her friend, her family on this island.
"I…I don't want to leave you," she whispered, voice trembling.
"But thank you…for everything. For saving me. For keeping me alive."
Matias gave a low, gentle chuff, brushing his snout against her one last time, as if to say you'll be safe now. The sound vibrated in her chest, both comforting and breaking her heart. Claire clung to him for a moment longer, her small frame dwarfed by his massive form, before finally stepping back, tears streaking her face.
Sarah, watching the exchange. She was filled with a thousand questions—about the creature's human-like intelligence, his bond with the girl, and the way he seemed to understand so much more than a beast should. But as she looked at Claire's tear-streaked face, she realized the child had already endured enough.
Matias raised his head again, towering over them, but his gaze never left Claire. His crimson eyes softened for a fleeting moment, and then he gave a final, echoing roar—half a farewell, half a blessing.
Claire covered her ears, but she didn't flinch. She knew what he meant. He was saying goodbye.
Matias shifted uneasily, letting out a series of sharp growls and gestures with his claw. His tail flicked against the ground, kicking up dirt as if he were growing impatient. Claire tilted her head, watching closely, and then her eyes widened. She understood.
"He says we need to leave. Now," she translated, turning to the others.
"Danger's coming, big danger. If we don't get off this island soon, we won't have another chance."
The group exchanged uneasy glances. Ian Malcolm blinked.
"W-Wait—he said that? What the hell is he?"
Claire huffed, crossing her arms. "He's smarter than you think!"
Matias tilted his head at Ian, then raised a clawed hand and deliberately made a slow, exaggerated shooing gesture. The humans froze, slack-jawed.
Despite the tension, Claire let out a small laugh—but it faltered as her eyes welled with tears. She turned back to Matias, running forward and pressing her small hands against his snout.
"I'll miss you," she whispered, voice breaking.
"But I promise…I'll see you again. And when I do, I'll help you, just like you helped me."
Matias lowered his head, nuzzling her gently one last time, a rumble in his chest that was both tender and sorrowful. Claire hugged his snout tightly before pulling away, tears streaming down her cheeks.
With one final, echoing roar that shook the trees, Matias gave his farewell. The sound was both command and blessing: Go. Live. Be safe.
Once he was far from the humans, a heavy wave of emotion washed over Matias. Leaving Claire behind felt like tearing away a piece of himself. Every memory of her—the laughter, the quiet moments of trust, the warmth of her small hands against his scales—echoed within him. To him, she was more than just a companion; she was his daughter.
Perhaps…if she were older, and if he had been born human instead of a monster, his feelings might have taken a different shape. But such thoughts were meaningless. He was what he was, a beast and she was human. Their paths could never truly intertwine.
He intended to protect her from afar until she's off the island but he had something to do.
With a final glance at the fading horizon where she had gone, Matias unfurled his wings and ascended, the winds of his flight spiraling into a roaring hurricane. His eyes burned with purpose as he turned toward the intruders—the humans who dared steal life from the island, seeking only to profit from its wonders.
Matias had claimed this land. He was its Arbiter, its guardian, and those who sought to exploit it would face judgment.
A pang of guilt tugged at him; he did not relish the taking of human lives. Yet mercy could not outweigh necessity. To protect his home, he would bare fang and claw. His dominance would not merely be a defense—it would be a warning.
Let it be known to all who set foot on Isla Sorna: this was no place for conquest. This was his domain, and trespassers would pay the price.
Meanwhile, Peter Ludlow and his men were frantically salvaging whatever they could after the disastrous escape of their captured dinosaur. Equipment lay scattered, tents were torn, and tempers flared as they argued over who was to blame. They knew it had been sabotage, and scouts were already trying to track the culprits through the dense underbrush.
Then it came.
A roar.
Not just any roar, but a deafening, earth-splitting bellow that froze every man where he stood. It was louder, deeper, and more primal than anything they had ever heard from the dinosaurs of Isla Sorna. The sound rolled across the camp like thunder, shaking tents and rattling equipment. Birds exploded from the treetops in a flurry of wings, fleeing from the source.
Roland Tembo, hardened hunter and leader of InGen's team, looked up instinctively. His blood ran cold. For the first time in years, a shudder went down his spine. His hand twitched toward his rifle, though he already knew it would be useless.
"Roland, what is it?" Ajay Sidhu asked, following his gaze. But the moment he turned, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Through the mist and the swaying jungle canopy, something massive was descending. Not a dinosaur. Not anything that belonged to this earth.
"A…dragon…" Ajay whispered, the word tasting like madness.
Dr. Robert Burke, the team's paleontologist, stumbled forward, eyes wide behind his glasses.
"No…no, this isn't…this isn't possible!" he stammered. Dinosaurs, yes. Cloning, yes. But this…this was mythology come alive. A creature of legend standing before them in flesh and blood.
The beast landed.
The impact thundered like an earthquake, the ground trembling beneath its enormous weight. Crates toppled, jeeps bounced on their suspensions, and several men fell flat on their backs from the sheer force. A hot gale of wind swept the camp as its wings folded, carrying with it the stench of smoke and something ancient, something predatory.
Men screamed and scrambled in panic. Some raised their weapons, others fled blindly through the underbrush, their shouts mixing with the blaring alarms from damaged equipment. Ludlow himself staggered back, eyes wide, his carefully rehearsed corporate bravado stripped away by raw terror.
The dragon's eyes swept across the camp—intelligent, calculating, and filled with fury. For a moment, silence returned, broken only by the groaning of metal and the distant calls of fleeing dinosaurs. Then, with a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through their bones, it made its presence clear.
Chaos erupted.