The Forrestar Adventures - Series I Episode I: The Rift

September, 2015
10 Miles from Forest Creek City Limits, Texas, United States of America

  Adam Forrestar sat atop a small rocky outcrop that overlooked the waters of the mid-sized creek that flowed below, letting his dark brown hair flap freely in the wind. This was the place he went to think alone away from people or simply to get away from the stresses of adjusting to a new high school lifestyle. Most other kids his age would be hanging out with friends right now, but not Adam. He roamed free through the acres of forest surrounding the neighborhood in which he lived on a regular basis, fulfilling his love for prehistory by hunting for various ancient fossils that littered the creek beds. So, normally, he was at home here.
 But, today, something was off.
Adam was unsure of what, but something was undoubtedly wrong. Everything looked normal through his eyes.
  He unbuttoned the top button of the Magellan fishing shirt he wore to cool off, stood up, and continued through the forest, looking for something, anything, that seemed out of place. He couldn’t stray too far from the creek, as it was the only major landmark, and it was all too easy to get lost out here. As Adam followed the creek, he was unsure of what to tell his friends when he got back, if anything.
 On his way home, he came across something extremely disturbing.
 Laying in a small clearing ahead of him was the tattered body of a large cougar, an already rare sight in the first place. The normally brown fur of its pelt had been stained red with blood. Large cuts lined its sides. The thing looked like it’d been ambushed. It’d had no time to fight back against whatever had killed it.
 Adam waited in the brush, not wanting to get any closer for fear of attracting the usually an apex predator’s killer back to the grisly scene. The mud of the creek that ran nearby below was also stained a shade of gruesome maroon. He didn’t like any of this one bit. This little outing of his was definitely not easing his nerves like he'd meant it to in the midst of the transition to high school life. He checked his watch. It was nearly 7:00 PM.
 As he left the clearing, Adam failed to see something that would have been eerily familiar to him: a moderately large footprint imbedded in the mud. The creekbed was often covered in all sorts of tracks, including his own. One would have stuck out. It was half a foot long with three long toes, the inside toe less pressed in than the other two, held off the ground. In the distance, if Adam had listened close enough, he would have heard the screeching growl of a superpredator unlike any the world had ever known.


*Pan Down on Footprint and Role Title Sequence
Theme:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ke7VIes55zU (Gold 2013 vs Gold 2014 Theme)
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