Cinematic Adventures: Ice Age

Dancing with Dodos

Dread...

This was the core feeling coursing through the veins of Quill Cast, Curtain Call, Atalanta, and Jon Snow, as they stared toward the footprints in the snow. Footprints that showcased something grotesque, something monstrous. They knew exactly what creature made these footprints, the one they had followed to this world. As they studied the prints, they observed that they were heading towards a large, jagged rock formation... Half Peak. It was then that they had a clear idea of where this monster was going.

"Well, now we know where it's gone," Quill stated.

"What should we do now?" Atalanta asked

"Isn't it obvious?" Curtain questioned. "We follow the prints, find the monster, and put an end to it."

Jon kneeled down, examining the tracks very closely.

"They seem fresh enough," Jon informed. "They've sunk deep enough into the ground, and they're not covered in fresh snow. It must be close."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Quill spoke up.

Quill proceeded to take the first steps toward the direction the prints were leading. Curtain Call and Atalanta began to trek behind him, anxious to get the task done as soon as possible. After only a few steps, Quill looked back noticing that Jon and Ghost still held their ground.

"Jon? Are you coming?" Quill asked.

Jon looked over his shoulder toward the remainder of the Neanderthal tribe who stopped for a rest. After a few seconds, Snow turned back toward his comrades.

"I can't go with you," Jon informed.

"Why not?" Curtain asked curiously.

"I swore to help Runar find Roshan and I stand by my word," Jon stated determinedly. "As long as that saber pack is still out there, I'll hunt them down one-by-one until I recover the child."

Quill, Curtain, and Atalanta looked toward each other as somber looks spread upon their faces. They felt bad knowing that they had to tell Jon. But if he was truly their friend, he needed to hear the truth. Quill slowly walked toward Jon, sighing reluctantly.

"Jon, I'm sorry to tell you this," He apologized. "Nadia and Roshan... they're dead."

Hearing the news had Jon Snow frozen in place, the truth of the scenario weighing heavily upon his shoulders.

"What are you talking about?" Jon asked slowly.

"We followed the saber chasing them and found them at the edge of a waterfall," Quill confessed. "We tried to get to them as fast as we could, but we were too late. Nadia took Roshan... and jumped off the waterfall."

The words Quill Cast spoke rang through Jon Snow's ears, as the man cast a downtrodden look towards the ground.

"Are you sure... that they're dead?" Jon asked.

"The chances of falling down the falls without hitting any sharp rocks at the bottom are slim, Mr. Snow," Curtain Call explained. "Even if by some miracle they missed, that water has to be frigid cold. They'd be frozen in seconds, dragged all the way across the ocean by now."

"Then... I've failed again," Jon spoke, disappointed. "All I seem to do as of late is fail people. I swore to protect my family, only to have them all die. I swore to protect my homeland, only to have it fall to war. All I've ever wanted to be seen as a great warrior, yet it seems I can't save anyone.... I'm a failure."

Giving off a low growl, Jon walked a a few yards away and took a seat upon a nearby rock. Quill, Curtain, and Atalanta looked toward each other once more before slowly approaching their companion.