Third Person POV
Isla Sorna
The forest clearing opened to a shimmering lake, its waters reflecting the towering trees and vibrant sky of Jurassic Island. The family—Dominic, Daenerys, Missandei, Aemma, Visenya, Julius, Alexander, and Hazel—stood at the edge, their eyes wide as a massive quadruped with an impossibly long neck lumbered toward the water, its steps shaking the ground. Around the lake, other creatures gathered, some drinking, others grazing, their forms alien yet majestic. A three-horned beast snorted nearby, while a squat, armored creature swung its club-like tail lazily. Strange crested dinosaurs dipped their heads, and small, dome-headed ones darted between larger kin.
Julius, his dark hair tousled, turned to Domonic, his voice awed. "Father, what *are* these things?" Alexander, fifteen, his violet eyes scanning, added softly, "They're… ancient." Hazel, thirteen, her curls bouncing, squealed, "They're huge!" Visenya, ten, her silver hair glinting, her voice eager. "Can we fight them?"
Domonic's grin was wide, his voice steady as he gestured. "These are dinosaurs, creatures from a time before dragons or men. That long-necked one is a *Brachiosaurus*—gentle, taller than any keep. The three-horned ones are *Triceratops*, tough but peaceful. Over there, the armored one with the club tail? *Ankylosaurus*. Those crested ones are *Parasaurolophus*, their calls echo like horns. And the small, head-butting ones? *Stygimoloch*. All herbivores, eating plants, not us."
The children's eyes sparkled, their new powers itching. Hazel's voice was impatient. "Can we see them closer, Papa?" Julius nodded, his voice bold. "I wanna touch one!" Alexander's voice was cautious, "Are they safe?" Domonic chuckled, his voice reassuring. "These ones are. Go, but stay gentle—they're big, but they spook."
The children bolted toward the lake, their laughter echoing. Aemma's voice was sharp, her blue eyes worried. "Dom, is this wise?" Daenerys's hand touched her arm, her voice warm. "They're stronger than they look, Aemma. Let them explore." Missandei's vines curled reassuringly, her voice melodic. "Their powers will protect them." Aemma nodded, her phoenix flames flickering, her voice soft. "I trust you."
---
At the lake's edge, Hazel approached a triceratops, its frill wide, its horns glinting. She stretched out her hand, her voice soft. "Hey, big guy, you're not scary." The triceratops eyed her for a tense moment, then snorted, lowering its head. Hazel touched its frill, her voice thrilled. "It's warm! Guys, come see!" She climbed onto its back, her wolf agility effortless, and sat triumphantly, her voice joyous. "Julius, Alex, Visenya—look at me!" The triceratops plodded forward, unbothered, and Hazel whooped, her frost sparkling.
Inspired, Julius eyed a brachiosaurus, its neck a living tower. "I'm going up," he declared, his time magic ready. He scrambled up its legs making the climb swift, and trekked along its neck, gripping its skin. At the head, he stood, his voice echoing. "I'm king of the island! Look, Hazel!" Hazel laughed, her voice taunting. "You're tiny up there, Jules!" He lingered, wind ruffling his hair, then slowed time to leap down safely, landing with a grin. "Beat that, sis."
Visenya, approached a parasaurolophus, its crest humming softly. She mimicked Hazel, touching its flank, her voice awed. "It's smooth." The dinosaur trumpeted, and she giggled, "You're loud, aren't you?"
Alexander, cautious, knelt by a stygimoloch, its dome gleaming. He offered a leaf, his voice soft. "Here, little one." It nibbled, and he smiled, his voice quiet. "They're not so different from horses."
The children spotted a group of baby dinosaurs—triceratops calves, tiny brachiosaurus hatchlings, and scampering stygimoloch. Hazel squealed, her voice delighted. "They're adorable!" She chased a triceratops calf, her wolf form playful, nipping gently. Julius slowed time to scoop a stygimoloch, its kicks futile, his voice laughing. "Got you!" Visenya summoned a rune to lift a brachiosaurus hatchling, her voice proud. "Look, I'm strong!"
The adults joined, their steps slower but curious. Aemma, in phoenix form, glided over a brachiosaurus, her flames healing a scratch on its flank, her voice awed. "They're magnificent." Daenerys touched an ankylosaurus's armor, her flames warming it, her voice amused. "Tougher than Valyrian steel." Missandei's vines entwined a parasaurolophus's crest, her voice melodic. "They sing with the earth."
---
As afternoon neared, the sun high and humid, Dominic conjured a magical tent, its canvas shimmering with wards to repel curious dinosaurs. "No guests for lunch," he said, his voice teasing, casting spells to secure the perimeter. Inside, he prepared a feast—roasted lamb, honeyed bread, fresh fruits, and chilled wine—his wand flicking to set the table. "Come eat!" he called, his voice carrying.
The children raced back, dusty and grinning, their voices overlapping. Hazel's voice was loud. "Papa, I rode a triceratops! It liked me!" Julius's voice was smug. "I climbed a brachiosaurus's head. Top that, Hazel." Visenya's voice was fierce. "I lifted a baby with runes!" Alexander's voice was soft. "The stygimoloch ate from my hand… they're gentle." Aemma's voice was fond. "You're all fearless." Daenerys laughed, her voice warm. "And filthy. Wash up!"
They ate heartily, their chatter lively. Hazel's voice was animated. "The triceratops's frill was like a shield! I want one as a pet." Julius's voice was boastful. "The brachiosaurus's neck was like a mountain. I could see forever!" Visenya's voice was excited. "The parasaurolophus sang to me!" Alexander's voice was thoughtful. "They're… alive, like us, but so old." Missandei's voice was warm. "You felt their spirits. That's true magic."
Domonic's voice turned serious, his eyes on the children. "These are herbivores, peaceful. But carnivores roam this island—fast, sharp, hungry. Your powers can handle them easily, but don't be reckless. No idiotic stunts." Julius nodded, his voice solemn. "Got it, Father." Hazel's voice was cheeky. "I'll freeze any that try me." Visenya's voice was fierce. "I'll spear them." Alexander's voice was quiet. "I'll protect us." Domonic's voice was firm. "Good. Stay sharp."
Aemma's voice was anxious, her flames flickering. "Dom, they're children. Should they face such dangers?" Domonic's voice was reassuring, his hand on hers. "Aemma, their powers outmatch any beast here. They need to test themselves, grow. We'll be near." Daenerys's voice was supportive. "Trust them, Aemma. They're ours." Aemma exhaled, her voice soft. "Alright, but I'll watch closely."
---
#### Splitting into Groups
After the meal, Domonic stood, his voice decisive. "We'll explore the island in two groups—children together, adults together. Test your powers, learn the land." Hazel's voice was thrilled. "We get to go alone?" Julius's voice was bold. "We'll conquer the forest!" Visenya's voice was eager. "I'm leading!" Alexander's voice was calm. "We'll stick together."
Aemma's voice rose, her eyes worried. "Dom, is this safe?" Domonic's voice was steady. "They're stronger than any predator, Aemma. Their magic guide them, and we'll be a shout away." Missandei's vines curled reassuringly, her voice soothing. "They'll shine, Aemma." Aemma nodded, her voice reluctant. "Be careful, all of you."
The children prepared themselves for thee adventure. Domonic's voice was warm. "Meet back here by dusk. Explore, but don't chase trouble." Hazel grinned, her voice cheeky. "Trouble chases *us*, Papa!" The groups parted, the children vanishing into the forest with laughter, the adults taking a different path, their senses sharp.
---
The children's group, led by Visenya's glowing runes, wove through dense ferns, Julius slowing time to dodge vines, Hazel freezing puddles for fun. Their voices echoed with excitement, their powers a shield against the unknown. The adults, Domonic's Haki scanning, moved with purpose, ready to guide or intervene.
Jurassic Island pulsed around them, its roars and rustles a promise of wonders and perils.