The elders gathered the clan together, “Kinfolk, the line was drawn on the Field of Time. Who will shape the future?”
“I choose,” a small voice was heard.
The folk separated to show the owner of the voice.
“Isabeau, no! You’re too young,” her frightened mother warned.
An elder scolded, “All in the clan may choose. Step forward and cross the line.”
Isabeau crossed and vanished.
A great light from the heavens lighted the sky of a blue planet. The light struck with great force. The prophecy was fulfilled. The Age of Dinosaurs had to end to make way for those who would come.