She watched as a crack appeared and snaked across the perfect white surface. Finally, it was time. She scraped away the mound of dirt uncovering one shuddering egg, then another and another. They rocked slightly in the sunlight, and she could hear her chicks calling to her from inside. Suddenly, the top of the first egg burst open. A sharp claw curled over the edge and a scaly head popped up, its eyes blinking and its tiny jaw snapping in a motion evolved to kill creatures larger than elephants. It looked at its mother, head tilted sideways, and hissed.
She leaned back, using her tail to ground her, and lifted her huge head four metres into the air. Two enormous feet dug into the earth, holding a ton of muscle in balance against the thick bone and curved, serrated teeth of her skull. Her forelimbs, small in comparison to her body, but powerful and armed with tearing claws, flexed slowly.
Beneath her, four other eggs were hatching. Her young, bristling with rough, primitive feathers, were taking their first breaths of Jurassic air, smelling the damp ferns, rotting bark, and predators and prey of the food chain that would rule their lives. A food chain which, if they were strong enough, they would climb to the very top.
The next stage of her life had begun too. Now, she was not just a hunter, she was a protector. Nothing, not even her own life, was as important as these five tiny dinosaurs. Their needs were the only thing that mattered. And their needs at the moment of hatching were clear.
They needed food.
She narrowed her eyes, sniffed the air, read the signs of the jungle, and followed the smell of living meat down to the waterhole.
Her territory was wide, but she knew its inhabitants well. She had watched the herds of bony-backed plant eaters scour the ground through the summer. She had hunted the tall duck-billed dinosaurs as they grazed among the trees. And she had followed the family of long-necked cetiosaurs that were now stooping to drink at the lake, a few metres from the dense jungle trees.
She had seen the cetiosaur mother lay her eggs, and watched the calves grow slowly for two years. The family had guarded their young closely, but despite their vigilance, one calf had been lost to a group of small nocturnal scavengers, and another had been pulled into the lake by a creature that hung just below the surface of the water. The calf that was left was the smallest, and the group slowed their pace to keep it close. She had watched and waited, but the time was never right.
Until now.
The calf was large enough to feed her and the chicks, but still small enough to take easily. And it was exposed. The adults had their heads down, drinking and could see nothing but the reflection of the sky in the water. She watched the calf wander towards her, grazing.
Oblivious.
There were many ways to make a kill. The safest was to rush headlong at the prey, mouth agape, sinking the teeth deep enough to crush bone, then pulling back, tearing open the flesh. Leaving the wound to do its work, she would follow the prey for hours or days until her victim collapsed from exhaustion, blood loss or disease.
But this was not the time for a safe hunt. Today she needed a clean kill. The young dinosaur needed to fall close enough to the nest for her to bring back chunks of meat for her chicks.
She crouched, hunger and adrenaline building within her like a coiled spring, seeping into the muscles of her legs and jaws. Her field of vision narrowed, becoming a red tunnel, every sense focused on a single point at the top of the calf’s long throat. She dug her hooked claws into the ground and tensed to launch herself forward.
Before she could move, the forest around her was suddenly in motion. Flying reptiles launched themselves from every tree, fleeing with shrieks of alarm. Tiny dinosaurs scattered in every direction, feathers bristling. The cetiosaur family was on the run too. Powerful walls of flesh collided as the dinosaurs crashed into one another. The largest cetiosaur ploughed blindly through the trees, splintering them to either side. The smallest dodged and dived between its parents’ legs. Every animal in the forest was united in panicked flight.
The clearing was empty in seconds. Unnerved, she swung her giant head from side to side, desperate to catch something, anything, but her jaws snapped shut on empty air. Everything was red confusion. Blood thundered in her ears. She felt the waves of heat flow over her.
It felt wrong.
She shook her head, letting her fury subside. But the world was still soaked in red light. The roaring in her ears became deafening. A fierce heat burned her back. She raised her great head and looked up into the sky.
Something was coming. A ball of fire. As if the sun was falling down.
Her instinct was to run, but she did not. This was her territory and her young needed her. Whatever was coming, she would stand and face it.
She felt a rush of fury, pulling every muscle taut. She planted her feet deep in the mud, braced herself against the ground, and looked directly into the fireball.
In her last second alive, she saw it. The unmistakable face of a predator. Its eyes huge, its mouth filled with piercing teeth, jaw open wide for the strike, with fire and smoke streaming from its red-hot head.
The force of the explosion turned the whole of the forest into a fine rain of ash. The thick grey flakes settled softly on the few remaining trees, left strangely upright, at the centre of the blast. They fell on her body too – lifeless, burned, but oddly undamaged, covering it where it lay until the entire valley was coated in a thick, flat layer of solidifying dust.
Above her, years passed. Centuries. Millennia. Oceans and mountains rose and fell. The dinosaurs vanished and mammals rose to fill the empty plains. She lay buried while an ape evolved and started to wonder about the mysteries of its world.
Thousands more years passed. The Roman Empire marched over her in perfectly ordered legions then, centuries later, staggered back in tatters. Behind them, they left a land of warring families, barely held together by the power of the church.