Literature
The Daughter of Dinosaurs
In the days when Titans ruled the Earth, and Monsters ruled the seas, there was the fierce and primeval land of Dinova, where the Dinosaur was king, and Man was the Beast. And there was Shira, of the Cycanian People. Eight years old and adorned with golden-sun hair and midnight-blue eyes, born to the great Neanderthal chieftain; Rokkr, and a mother she had never known. Between the Great Fern Sea and the Conifer Barrens, she lived. Her people: the Cycanians, were a proud and hardy tribe, and hunting was their way of life. Shira marvelled at the hero hunters of her tribe, and dreamed of one day becoming a strong and fearless warrior like them. Shira would often spend her time around the best hunters of the tribe, and revel in their prized kills and the stories they brought back with them, of the beasts they’ve hunted and the places they’ve seen. But her favourite stories came from her father. Shira’s father would tell her stories of an ancient race of warriors who came to their land