The Dwarf Dragon - Prologue

So here's the first part of my story. I wanted to make illustrations for it, but I haven't had the time to draw them. Next chapters will be illustrated. So, hope you'll like it: It was a warm day in Hateg, the sun was shining above the landscape covered with vast plains and green forests. The landscape itself, was much more different than what it is today. But, of course, 70 million years change a place in an unbelievable way. Back then, 70 million years ago, another kind of animals ruled the Earth, not similar at all with the animals we have today. And, in this Transylvanian landscape, the rulers of the Earth were a lot, a lot smaller... - A lone Magyarosaurus male was grazing and eating upon the ferns and the palms he was finding in the area. At a first glance he could look like a big animal, with the proportions of a cow, but he wasn't more than the last and the smallest member of a glorious dynasty. Furthermore, he was old, slow, and pretty stupid. His vision and his hearing were pretty poor too, only compensated by his acute sense of smell. The Magyarosaurus turned slowly his head, only to see a dense bush, full of small and orange fruits, beautiful to see, with an inviting scent. He has never seen something like these fruits in his entire life. Attracted, he started to eat them slowly, chewing them as a cow would do. Their taste was very good, with a hint of sourness. Swallowing, his stomach began to rumble. Suddenly, the lone male issued a low grunt, showing his concerne. He saw sideways two figures, white and fast. Their smell was concerning too for the herbivore, because it was a well-known smell, a smell that reminded him... Then they attacked. The two white figures got out from the nearby bushes, running straight to the Magyarosaurus. Like lightnings, they jumped over the poor herbivore. Their attack was so fast that the lone male couldn't even recognize his smaller attackers. Then he realized: the two white animals were a couple of Balaurs, smart, fast and agile animals that lived in couples. But when he realized, it was too late, because the four claws pierced his hips, producing a terrible pain. But the Magyarosaurus was still alive, and didn't wante to die. He shaked his body and managed to get down one of the predators, that angry, issued a rustling and jumped to the herbivore's neck, biting it. Then, suddenly, the lone male's stomach rumbled one last time. The Magyarosaurus fell to the ground dead. The couple of Balaurs looked one to another, trying to find out why the herbivore died so fast, without too much fight. Anyway, the two starving predators started eating furiously. They realized his flesh tasted good, but different from the normal Magyarosaurus flesh. It was a little too sour. But for them didn't matter too much. They were not picky, especially then, when an important part of their life was just about to begin. The female was pregnant. - Same day, at night. The Magyarosaurus corpse was left alone. No sign of the two Balaurs. A pack of small Bradycnemes got out of the bushes they hided. Then, after smelling the ate corps, they started eating the remains: a few bones, the tail, the feet and the stomach full of an orange, strange paste...