this is a double chapterThe city lay in ruins, a smoldering wreckage beneath a thick veil of smoke. Fires blazed, casting an orange glow over the devastation. Amidst the chaos, a lone human warrior stood defiant, his grey armor smeared with grime and blood.Facing him were the united dinosaur families, all female, gathered for their final, desperate stand. Each dinosaur embodied the spirit of their kind, determined to reclaim their world.The battle erupted with raw intensity. The Stegosaurus charged first, her spiked plates glinting ominously in the firelight. Her horns aimed with deadly intent, she collided with the human warrior, pushing him back with her sheer force. The human, skilled and unyielding, fought back fiercely. His sword cleaved through her defenses, slicing deeply into her side. She roared in pain, her powerful frame staggering under the blow, blood pouring from the wound.As the Stegosaurus fell back, the battle intensified. The Triceratops, moving with a strategic cunning, flanked around the chaos. Her purple armor shimmered in the flames, reflecting a menacing glow. She maneuvered silently, waiting for the right moment to strike.The Ankylosaurus joined the fray, her tail swinging in powerful arcs. Her blows sent shockwaves through the ground, disrupting the human's footing. Despite her efforts, the warrior managed to dodge most of her attacks, countering with brutal precision. A swift, lethal strike severed her tail, and she fell to the ground, her cries of agony echoing through the battlefield.The Pterodactyls swooped in next, their aerial attacks creating a whirlwind of feathers and talons. The human warrior slashed upward, cutting down one Pterodactyl mid-flight and sending another crashing to the ground with a well-aimed strike.The Parasaurolophus attempted to disorient the warrior with their deep, resonant calls. Their efforts, though powerful, were overshadowed by the human's relentless attacks. He severed the crest of one Parasaurolophus, her body collapsing with a final, desperate cry.The Raptors darted in with their quick, calculated movements. One managed to inflict a deep cut across the human's arm, but he responded with deadly efficiency. With precise swings, he decapitated a Raptor and severed the limbs of another, their bodies falling in gruesome heaps.the T-Rex, entered the battle with a display of raw power. Her jaws snapped with lethal intent, but the human warrior fought back fiercely. Despite her strength, he managed to land a severe blow, slicing deeply into her flank. Her roars of pain grew more desperate as blood poured from her wound.Just as the battle seemed to tip in the human's favor, the Triceratops in purple armor made her move. With a calculated approach, she flanked the human warrior, her horn aimed with deadly precision. The human, momentarily distracted by the onslaught, barely had time to react. The Triceratops charged, driving her horn through his armor and into his side.The human warrior gasped and staggered, the shock of the sudden attack evident on his face. He fell to the ground, his weapon slipping from his grasp. The Triceratops loomed over him, her eyes cold and determined."It's over!" she roared, her voice carrying a commanding authority. "This world is ours for the taking!"She raised her sword high, its blade gleaming with a sinister red glow from the asteroid it was forged from. With a powerful, final swing, she brought the sword down onto the human's head with a loud, sickening crack. Blood and gore splattered across the scorched earth as the blade cleaved through his skull.As the human's lifeless body slumped to the ground, the armies of dinosaur kind surged forward, their triumphant roar echoing across the ruined city. They marched into the old world, ready to burn it all down and build their own empire on the ashes of everyone else.The classroom buzzed with excitement as Ms. Vileclaw concluded her lecture on the final moments of the last great battle. The walls, adorned with historical maps and trophies, seemed to hum with the energy of the students. The dinosaurs in the room were animated, their cheers and laughter filling the space as they celebrated their ancestors' victory."And so," Ms. Vileclaw said, her tone thick with historical pride, "the armies of dinosaur kind surged forward, ready to burn down the old world and build their own empire on its ashes."The room exploded with cheers. Dinosaurs from every corner roared and shouted, their celebration echoing through the walls. They reveled in the triumph of their kind, their voices a cacophony of elation.In the midst of this, Anon sat in stony silence. His face was impassive, but his eyes were shadowed with a simmering rage. The cheers and laughter of his classmates felt like a cruel, mocking chorus. He stared ahead, his mind replaying the faces of those who had belittled him and his people.Around him, the dinosaur students couldn't help but mock him. "Look at this pathetic loser," a Stegosaurus girl sneered, her voice dripping with scorn. "Still sulking like a little bitch. Guess he didn't get the memo: dinos always win!"Another Raptor, with a vicious grin, added, "Yeah, what a fucking joke. Your kind thought they could actually do something? Please. We wiped the floor with you."Laughter erupted around Anon, harsh and derisive. The insults were sharp, meant to wound, and the laughter only grew louder. "You think you're special?" a sauropod jeered. "You're just a footnote in our history. Nothing more than a fucking afterthought!"A few of the non-dino archosaurs, seated among the crowd, exchanged glances. Their expressions were subdued, tinged with a quiet sadness. One archosaur, a graceful figure in muted tones, gave Anon a subtle, nearly imperceptible nod. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of sympathy and gratitude, acknowledged the bravery some humans had shown, even if it had ultimately been in vain.Anon sat in the classroom, surrounded by the raucous celebration of his classmates. Their cheers and laughter felt like a cruel backdrop to his own turmoil. He stared blankly at the wall, detached and numb. His people had been defeated, and now he was a symbol of that loss, cast as the villain in their history.The mocking faces of his classmates haunted him. Their laughter echoed the harsh reality of his people's defeat and the way history had twisted their story. He couldn't escape the feeling that this narrative was more than just the past; it was shaping how he saw himself and his actions.Was this why he acted the way he did? Anon wondered if the constant portrayal of his kind as evil and defeated had warped his own sense of self. Was he merely internalizing the labels and stereotypes imposed on him, or had he become trapped in the roles others had assigned to him, with little room to choose otherwise?He didn't know anymore. All he knew was this life—its pain, and the bitterness that had grown inside him. And he knew the role he had to play: the villain they all wanted him to be. It felt like a cliché, but the masses loved it; repeating the same archetypes... the same story told again and again—a self-congratulation of their success, an endless hero's journey of their own making. The ones they demonized were reduced to one-note villains: forgotten and mocked. But they didn't see that part of history where it repeats itself—when the boomerang comes flying back around, to hit them this time.Or at least, that's what he told himself—a silent mantra to keep him going. Maybe it was a delusion, but when hope was gone, you needed something else. For him, hatred was a good substitute. It was the only feeling he had in abundance. At first, it came from everyone around him; eventually, it grew in his own mind, took root in his heart. It was what filled the empty, gnawing void inside him, a bitter fuel for his restless soul.The Stegosaurus girls were relentless, their laughter sharp and vicious. "Look at him, still sulking like a little bitch," one sneered, her voice full of cruel delight. "Doesn't he know his kind's a joke? Always has been."Anon kept his head down, trying to ignore them, but his silence only seemed to spur them on. "Yeah, cry about it, loser," an Ankylosaurus snickered, her eyes bright with malicious glee. "You should be grateful we even let you sit here."A Parasaurolophus girl leaned in, her smile sharp and venomous. "You should be grateful we've kept you around this long. If it were up to me, with all the things your kind has done to dinos, I'd get rid of all of you. The world would be better off without your kind."Anon turned to her, glaring, his eyes burning with a rage that made the other dinos shrink back in their seats. The girl faltered, her smug expression freezing. His stare was a promise—of hatred, of revenge, of a fury barely held back. He would remember her face. He would remember every word.Amidst the noise, Ms. Vileclaw's voice sliced through the air, sharp and mocking. "Well, Anon? Isn't there something you want to say?" Her gaze bore down on him, cold and demanding. "It's time you apologize for your ancestors' crimes. Apologize for your human privilege. Because of your kind, we almost lost."The words struck him like a slap, a blatant attempt to humiliate him in front of everyone. The dinosaurs around him leaned in, their eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure, feeding off the moment like predators scenting blood. A sick satisfaction spread across their faces, eager for his humiliation.Anon blinked, disbelief crashing into a wave of rage. "You—" he choked, his voice nearly breaking into a yell. He caught himself mid-breath, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its own breath. In that instant, his anger vanished, replaced by a chilling calm. The abrupt change sent a shiver down Ms. Vileclaw's spine, her smug expression faltering as she recoiled slightly from the unnatural stillness in his eyes."I'm sorry," Anon said, and his voice was disturbingly sincere. "I'm sorry for what my ancestors did. I know the actions of the past affect everyone living here today."Some of the students stared at him, confused, exchanging puzzled glances. A few snickered, chalking it up to Anon being a weirdo, a freak. "What's his deal?" whispered a young Allosaurus, her voice tinged with disdain. "Monkeys are just like that, I guess." Others dismissed it as another example of human strangeness, shrugging it off as if it were an oddity of the lesser species.But a few of them—those who truly listened—felt a chill run down their spines. The realization struck them, unsettling and raw: this human had more self-control than any of them. Anon had mastered his instincts, had momentarily transcended the raw, primal nature that defined them as dinosaurs. He had channeled his rage into something cold and deliberate, something they couldn't quite grasp but knew instinctively was dangerous.A Tyrannosaurus girl, who had been watching with a sneer, felt her expression falter. She glanced nervously at the others, sensing the change in the room's energy. Her eyes darted back to Anon, and for the first time, she saw not just an enemy but something alien—something that wasn't bound by the same rules they were.The Parasaurolophus, who had taunted him, suddenly felt her pulse quicken. What kind of creature could stifle its own fury so completely, so effortlessly, that it could turn an emotion like rage on and off like a switch? What kind of being could abandon its natural impulses like that, becoming something cold and calculating in an instant? There was no limit to what a person like that might do—no natural boundary to the level of evil they could commit. A creature unshackled from its instincts was more terrifying than any predator they had ever known.And in that moment, the laughter in the room softened, uncertainty creeping into their voices. The realization was slow, creeping through the crowd like a fog: Anon was not just different. He was dangerous.