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- Herausgeber: Pampia Grupo Editor
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Spanisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
Vivarna es un dinosaurio carnívoro que vive en un mundo hostil y peligroso, hace 120 millones de años, en la remota Patagonia prehistórica. Se enfrenta a monstruos gigantescos y a desastres naturales con una sola meta: sobrevivir. ¡Estas son sus aventuras, para deleite de sus lectores de 10 a 99 años! Es un suprarraptor juvenil, pero ya bien preparado para la lucha; con sus largas garras y afilados dientes se abrirá camino por un desierto terrorífico, siguiendo a una manada de enormes dinosaurios hasta llegar a un mar todavía más peligroso… ¡donde lo esperan nuevas aventuras!
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LUIS BENÍTEZ
VIVARNA,
The dinosaur, in the desert of horror
Translated into English by
Elena Ţăpean
Benítez, Luis
Vivarna, the dinosaur, in the desert of horror / Luis Benítez ; dirigido por José Marcelo Caballero. - 1a ed. - Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires : La Esquina de los Vientos, 2018.
Libro digital, EPUB
Archivo Digital: descarga y online
ISBN 978-987-46606-3-3
1. Narrativa Infantil Argentina. 2. Literatura Fantástica Infantil. I. Caballero, José Marcelo, dir. II. Título.
CDD A863.9282
© de esta edición, Pampia Grupo Editor 2017
Juan B. Alberdi 872 (1424) C.A.B.A.
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E-mail: [email protected]
www.pampia.com
Director Editorial: José Marcelo Caballero
Coordinadora: Marcela Serrano
ISBN
Primera edición Junio 2017
Editado en Argentina
Edited in Argentina
Chapter One
Greetings, humans of the future. I have to present myself really quickly and offer you some excuses as to why I am doing this; I have to be very careful about what’s happening all around me, you will all understand why. I am constantly surrounded by enormous dangers and even a slight second of carelessness would be fatal.
My name is Vivarna. 120 million years will pass until Professor Nivas will discover my fossils somewhere in provincial Neuquén, in Patagonia, which you will know in your age as Argentina. The Cordillera mountain chain is not yet formed, obviously, and the Atlantic is only three kilometers wide.
Wait a minute… I thought I saw a movement somewhere around me… No, false alarm, I am sorry again. My eyesight is very sharp like every raptor in my species, but this place, where the wind strikes small sand particles in the air each step of the way is very deceitful. I thought I saw a carnivore heading right here, but it was just sand in the wind.
Like I was saying, I was born in a valley which was flooded in the rainy period which I had to leave behind together with those of my species, super-raptors who were also as young as me. In those times they were still two meters high, compard to the six meters that we would grow to when fully mature… this could only happen if we made it to around three years old. Even if we, dinosaurs, grow really fast, the world in which we live is full of dangers, as you will all see. As if it wasn’t enough, the scythe-looking claws, which are our main weapon beside those hundred teeth that we possess, will not grow until we reach full maturity. Anyway, we handle ourselves with what we hunt down, always together, like we used to.
The valley in which I was born was surrounded by a volcano chain; this is the place where the Cordillera will appear. Alongside our group, whose leader I’ve become after a fight with another candidate, I went through so many adventures until the time we got lost in a subterranean labyrinthine cave. We made it out of there thanks to an earthquake which opened the earth, but I got separated from my people.
After I was lost for a short period of time when looking for my friends, I found a group of Argentinosaurus, some really frightening animals: the adults were forty-five meters long, being the most gigantic dinosaurs who ever lived. I felt secure in their presence, hardly could a carnivore approach them… well, you never know. Sometimes, the power of hunger can break any limit. In my world, it is so easy to fall into a carnivorous’ claws bigger than yourself, but you can die of hunger as well, if you won’t die before by the hands of an earthquake, a flood or drought.
Actually, those megalithic animals with which I was travelling for a short period of time could stand weeks without eating. They were herbivorous, and in this limitless desert which we stepped in there are no trees which grow around here, no dry ferns, nothing that can keep them alive: the grass does not exist; the plants are different from those in your time period. There are some extremely high trees, named araucaria, which the giants with whom I was travelling picked off to eat all the leaves and fruits; there were also the cicadae, which look like giant pineapples covered in extremely hard scales, but which grow only in very wet soils. There are also ferns of all ranges, about ten meters, which exist now in places where grass will eventually grow.
Three full days have passed without the Argentinosaurus to meet these things in their way. Some of them seemed to lose their strength more and more and I was asking myself how was it possible for them to continue, because they were hardly advancing because of hunger and thirst which have afflicted them ever since we entered the desert. They were not thinking about the direction of where they were going, but I thought that, under their protection, I would be able to get somewhere… if we wouldn’t end up on the road. This migration of dinosaurs had to have a sense, a pre-planned direction. I thought they knew where they were heading, and that my only way of getting out of this nightmare was to stick with them. This was what I thought…
In the beginning, the giants let me follow them without me getting too close to them so much and to their children or their youth, in general. They knew I was a carnivore, but, looking at my small stature besides them, I couldn’t do them any harm if I remained at a certain distance of fifty meters from their group. Even afterwards, when they were getting along with my presence, walking for days together, the giant adults would turn their enormous heads towards me to analyze me with those distrustful eyes which they behold in their tiny heads (too tiny from their ginormous bodies). I tried to approach them a few meters, but the first who saw me doing it came galloping towards me, quaking the earth under those eight tons for just a few steps, like a threat, waving his tail right to left, which dusted off that desert, with moves resembling a scourge.
I was beginning to realize in what situation I was in, keeping a sufficient distance in which they could take me as friendly neighbor or maybe just a fellow without any importance. But I was starving, like they were. If one of those children was left behind even for a bit, I could jump at his throat… one who hadn’t yet reach five or eight meters, who I could bring down…
We were walking for weeks until that day arrived, that day where I thought luck had struck my path. The Argentinosaurus didn’t pay any attention and walked away, maybe they hadn’t noticed, but I was not on their case. It was a forgotten nest, an aperture in the sandy desert which had only two meters wide. Maybe it was a species of dinosaurs with horns, one with a single horn on their nose, who lives in wet places and who left his eggs there before his leave for them to hatch in the sun. Eggs! My favorite food for a small carnivore like me.
The Argentinosaurus were far away, but I could catch up with them later. In that desert in which you could behold the four horizons, the sandy dust which the giants could uplift would indicate to me their chosen path.
I was awfully hungry, but anyway, I appraoched that abandoned nest with great precaution, so as not to find any other hunting animal, and me to find my end as his main course supper. The gigantic tortoises, which are carnivorous and prefer these exact dry places, usually hide under the earth and wait for other small passing animals which belong to their main diet. The same goes for giant lizards, earth crocodiles and miriapods; I mean the snakes which didn’t make it to that point in their evolution where they are supposed to lose their feet. They still have some funny little feet, almost integrally atrophied, but they are ten meters long and they could kill me with ease, because they know now how to curl around the prey and to strangle her until she dies. In my world, you have to be very attentive and careful; you could even die after you had your joyous meal.
I got close to the nest, checking with my legs every inch of the earth for anything that would move beneath it, announcing my presence to any hungry creature, like myself, hiding under the sand. I was stopping every moment and I was raising my head to sniff the wind, which blew unceasingly in Patagonia, and which could give me an indication of some sort of threat.
I looked behind; I looked ahead; then left to right: no one, only me and the nest.
There were still three more eggs left in the nest, but when I approached some more, I could see that they were cracked. Someone had eaten what was left inside and left the parings. That was it. But… what were those slim and shiny fibers which covered a part of the nest?
When I realized that those things were webs, I found out that I had seen something familiar not so long ago. Only in those times, the fibers were curled around a female dinosaur dried as a raisin, and the flesh and blood had been drunk until there only remained the skin and the bone, as if it was a dried-up mummy.
Chapter Two
Even though the time has passed since I’ve found the nest and all those things, I will have in mind even the smallest detail. We, preying dinosaurs of large size, have a very good memory; we are, in fact, the most intelligent species of dinosaurs, because we, well we… I am sorry; now let me continue my story.
So, as I was seated there, near that nest, remembering about the last time I’d seen those fibers, I sniffed off something that was a sound alarm.
I turned my back to the direction where that smell was coming from and I saw that she had seen me as well, with all her eight eyes. She was ten meters away from the nest and she was ready for a fight. A tarantula about one meter long, half the size of me; a gigantic spider which could eat the eggs of a dinosaur together with the female mother. When these giant spiders find an abandoned nest, they will settle in them; they begin by eating the eggs, and if there is a female rising from one of them, they will eat her as well. Then they sit there, waiting for a small mammal or a dinosaur, until the nest is destroyed by rain and wind. Until that happens, the place is too good for an ambush, and I stepped right into it.
The beast tried to attack me because of my size; surely, he preferred me to be much smaller, but I knew that it was too late for me to back off.
That creature was awful: it was covered in very long and hard hair, of a darker brown, it had some sort of teeth about ten centimeters wide full of yellowish and venomous saliva; one bite would have been enough. My death would have been slow and painful, and then, when I would no more move, I would have become the food of that terribly hideous creature. This thing jumped forward, right to left, stretching and then retracting its eight legs around his dumpy body, searching for a great opportunity to strike.
