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The helicopter’s blades thrummed like a heartbeat, slicing through the humid air as the Elric family gazed out the windows at the sprawling green expanse of Isla Nublar below. The island was a patchwork of dense jungle, open plains, and jagged cliffs, all framed by an endless turquoise ocean. Dinosaurs roamed in the distance—massive, lumbering shapes that seemed to belong to a dream rather than reality. Keigo, fourteen, pressed her forehead against the glass, her sharp amber eyes wide with awe. Her crimson wings, sleek and powerful, twitched against her back, itching to soar over the impossible landscape.
“Check out that one!” she exclaimed, pointing at a herd of Brachiosaurus grazing on treetops, their long necks swaying like living cranes. “They’re like… skyscrapers with legs!”
Beside her, Himiko, only eight, squealed, her tawny wings—reddish-brown with golden undertones—fluttering with excitement. “They’re so big! Do you think they’d let me pet them?” Her round, curious face was framed by messy blonde hair, and her large, golden eyes sparkled with childlike wonder. Her quirk, a blood-based transformation ability, was still developing, but it made her unpredictable, her emotions shifting like quicksilver.
Trisha, their mother, chuckled softly from her seat across the aisle. “I don’t think they’re the petting type, sweetie.” Trisha’s gentle voice carried a warmth that seemed to fill the cabin. She had no wings, her quirk instead a profound empathic connection that let her feel the emotions of those she loved. Her soft brown hair was tied back, and her green eyes flickered with a mix of amusement and quiet concern as she sensed the bubbling excitement—and underlying tension—in her children.
Hohenheim, their father, sat beside her, his majestic white wings folded tightly in the cramped helicopter. His golden hair glinted in the sunlight streaming through the window, and his calm, scholarly demeanor contrasted with the wild energy of his kids. His quirk, the ability to reshape matter with his hands, had made him rather sought after, and rich. He was nonetheless, a steady anchor for the family, though his reserved nature often left him watching his children with a quiet smile rather than joining their banter.
Ed, twelve, sat with his arms crossed, his golden wings—smaller than Keigo’s but just as vibrant—shifting restlessly. His short, blonde hair was tied back in a stubby ponytail, and his fiery golden eyes glared at Keigo. “You’re gonna try to fly out there, aren’t you?” he said, his voice dripping with accusation. “It’s a terrible idea, Keigo. You heard the briefing—there’s rules for a reason.”
Keigo rolled her eyes, her sharp features twisting into a smirk. “Rules are for people who can’t fly, Ed. Relax. I’m not gonna do anything stupid.” Her tone was teasing, but there was a defiant edge to it. Keigo’s quirk gave her not only her powerful hawk-like wings but also the ability to control her feathers with precision, turning them into razor-sharp projectiles or tools. She was the eldest, the boldest, and she knew it.
Al, ten, peeked out from behind Ed, his softer golden eyes wide with worry. His wings, identical to Ed’s but slightly smaller, were tucked neatly against his back. “Keigo, what if you get caught? Or… or eaten?” His voice was small, but his concern was palpable. Al and Ed had the same quirk as their father.
“Eaten?” Keigo laughed, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder. “By what? A Triceratops? They’re vegetarians, Al. Chill.”
Hohenheim finally spoke, his deep voice calm but firm. “Keigo, the park’s safety measures are strict for a reason. These creatures are unpredictable. Even the herbivores can be dangerous if startled.” His white wings shifted slightly, catching the light like polished ivory.
Trisha reached over to squeeze Hohenheim’s hand, her empathic quirk picking up on Keigo’s restless energy. “Keigo, sweetheart, I know you’re excited, but we’re here to enjoy this together. Let’s stick to the plan, okay?”
Keigo sighed dramatically but nodded. “Fine, fine. I’ll be good.” But her amber eyes glinted with mischief, and Ed shot her a skeptical look.
Himiko, oblivious to the tension, bounced in her seat. “I wanna see the little ones! The baby dinos! They’re so cute!” Her tawny wings fluttered again, and Trisha smiled, though her eyes lingered on Keigo, sensing the storm brewing beneath her daughter’s bravado.
The helicopter landed on a wide platform near the Jurassic Park visitor center, a sleek, modern structure surrounded by electrified fences and lush vegetation. The family disembarked, their wings catching the warm, tropical breeze. Keigo stretched her wings wide, relishing the freedom, while Himiko mimicked her, giggling as her smaller wings flapped clumsily. Ed and Al stayed close to their parents, Ed’s scowl deepening as he watched Keigo’s reckless energy.
The park was a marvel. Beyond the fences, dinosaurs roamed—Triceratops grazed in groups, their horned heads bobbing as they munched on ferns; a pair of Ankylosaurus lumbered by, their clubbed tails swinging like wrecking balls; and in the distance, a lone Stegosaurus flicked its plated tail, its massive body a living fortress. The air was alive with the sounds of the jungle—chirping insects, rustling leaves, and the occasional deep bellow of a far-off dinosaur.
The family joined a guided tour in a reinforced Jeep, driven by a cheerful park ranger named Maria. “Welcome to Jurassic Park!” she announced, her voice bright. “We’ve got over twenty species here, all brought back from extinction through genetic miracles. Stick to the paths, and you’ll be perfectly safe.”
Keigo leaned forward, her wings brushing the Jeep’s sides. “What about flying? Any rules for that?”
Maria’s smile faltered slightly. “Flying’s… not recommended. The airspace is monitored, and some of our aerial species—like Pteranodon—can get territorial.”
“Territorial?” Himiko piped up, her eyes wide. “Like, they fight?”
“Sometimes,” Maria said carefully. “But don’t worry, we’ve got everything under control.”
Ed muttered under his breath, “Yeah, sure they do.” He kind of hated the idea of bringing something back from the dead after so long. It seemed cruel to do it, just so kids like him could see them.
The tour continued, the Jeep winding through paths lined with towering palms and ferns. The family marveled at a herd of Gallimimus sprinting across a plain, their bird-like legs a blur. Himiko clapped her hands, her wings flapping wildly. “They’re so fast! Like you, Keigo!”
Keigo grinned. “Faster, maybe.” But her eyes were locked on the distant fences, her mind clearly elsewhere.