Genre: General (Maybe more humor and action/adventure)

Summary: Ever wondered what happened to the baby after he was returned to his tribe? Well Roshan is on his way to becoming a man, but in every journey through adolescence, is never easy. And he's going to find that out the hard way… (Please forgive me if this has been overdone before.)

Disclaimer: None of the characters or anything that belongs to Ice Age is not mine. I'm not making any money from writing this story. But it would be so cool if I was! (Hides from the parade of lawyers). Ok, ok, I take that back. One or two characters I made up belong to me though, they're the people who you have never seen or heard of before.

To celebrate the release of Ice Age 2, I have written this fic! I'm pretty new to this category so this should be interesting! Opinions are welcome, as long as they are nice, constructive and helpful! NO FLAMES! Period. Don't like it, don't read and review it. Thank you and enjoy the story…

I Know You

By Z Star The Hidden Dragon

Chapter One:

Where Are You Now?

A mix of blue, pink and orange lights crossed the sky, as the sun was preparing to rest for the night. The heavens sure made a show, as it's lights reflected of the outdoors, the oceans and every unmoving object that basked in its glow. But this beauty was wasted; no one was around to enjoy the sunset. It was a shame to see such radiance go unnoticed…

But it wasn't entirely ignored… no. Up on the hills, next to the waterfall, three figures stood watching in awe. Like most stories, you would expect it to begin with the hero or main character. But not in this story. Although these three pawns in this tale are just as important.

"Look at that sunset!" The first to speak was the long and skinny necked sloth. "What a sight! What show! What a-OW!"

"We know Sid…So shut up!" The saber tooth tiger snapped. Now you might wonder what the heck that carnivore isn't gnawing at the sloth's neck, right? Well that's another story you probably already know. Or you probably wouldn't be reading this story!

"Guys, don't those pink colors remind you of something?" The largest member of the group asked, scratching his head with his trunk.

"No." The saber tooth mumbled. "Please don't go crazy on us Manny."

"Hey! I'm the crazy one in this herd!" The sloth named Sid exclaimed, smiling proudly for his insane personality.

"He does have a point." Manny muttered under his breath, rolling his mahogany eyes.

"Ah those pink colors are just like Pinky's fat and rosy cheeks…" Sid sighed. "Ah to have a kid and then leave him with his herd…"

"Wait! That's what it reminds me of! Today is the anniversary of when we rescued Pinky!" Manfred shouted, slapping his forehead with his trunk.

"What? How long has it been since we've seen that pink thing?" The saber tooth questioned, with wide eyes.

"Fifteen years… fifteen long years Diego…" Manfred whispered, floating off into his own little world. Wow… it's been so long… I can't believe it… Where are you now kid?

To answer Manfred's question, the boy they had called 'Pinky' that they has rescued was no longer an infant. Like all of us, the boy grew up and was raised by his tribe and his father. And here he is, fifteen years later admiring the same sunset. Alone he sat on the gray boulder, his long black, braided hair dancing in the wind, caressing his face. His green eyes scoped the veranda, glowing in the sun's rays. He had a dull expression plastered on his face, sighing at the silence that cursed him. Pinky actually had grown up to be quite handsome. But that still wouldn't get him any attention from the females. Anything but…

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHOOOOOOOOOOOON!" A loud cry echoed across the mountains, almost knocking Roshan off his boulder. He gasped at the fright he had gotten, and almost yelped when someone clasped onto his shoulders. "Hi buddy!" Roshan looked up and was greeted with a smiling face.

"Oh Nuka! You almost pushed me off the cliff!" Roshan sighed in relief. The one known as 'Nuka' let slip a sheepish grin and laughed nervously.

"Heh, sorry Roshan, but I couldn't find you. I knew if I gave you a fright that I would be able to hear where you were." Nuka smiled, scratching his neck.

"Haha, very funny Nuka." Roshan smiled back. "So what do you want, now that you're here?"

"It's not what I want, your Dad asked me to come get you. He wants to have a father, son talk." Nuka grinned cheekily.

"Again?"

"Yep. It seems pretty important so you better go." Roshan groaned, getting up from his favorite spot and following his best friend back to the village. His father wanted more then to have a little chat. Roshan's father had always been protective of him, for reasons that were unknown to the emerald-eyed boy. And sometimes Roshan would get pretty sick of being under an iron grip all the time.

Grey clouds were sprouting from under the trees, so the two were getting pretty close. They reached the hustle and bustle of the tribe, pushing through all the commotion of the woman trying to get their chores done and the men trying to get some work finished. This how things worked in Roshan's tribe, everyone had their bit to do to keep the human herd at bay. This was their way of survival.

"Roshan!" Someone called. The boy turned to the voice, and saw his father stood there at his post, so he could see what everyone was doing. "Up here son." As you can see, even the chief of the tribe had aged. His black hair had grown a little longer, but that wasn't his only change. A few gray hairs had sprouted in a few places, but the chief hid it well. "You can go now Nuka, thank you for fetching my son."

"No problem, sir!" Nuka hollered, doing a mock solute, but the poor boy ended up hitting himself in the head and falling backwards. "OW!" Roshan tried to hold back his laughter but it was useless. He waved goodbye to his friend and told him he'd see him later.

"So what did you want to talk about pop?" Roshan asked. The chief smiled and put his arm over his son's shoulders. He dragged him along the camp, taking him in the opposite direction.

"There's someone I want you to meet." The chief said. "This person will hopefully be of great assistance to you when you face the man trials…" Roshan's eyes widened. Did he hear right? Was his Dad really going to let him gain his manhood? Finally, after all the years of waiting. He was sick of being teased by the other boys in tribe. They went through the man trials ages ago, which really bugged Roshan. Even his best friend Nuka passed the man trials! And he was the WORST hunter in the tribe!

No matter how much he begged his father, no matter how many times he tried to prove himself, he would always get the same answer. 'No, you can't go, you're too young and inexperienced.' Or 'Maybe next year you can do it.' What did change his father's mind? Roshan wondered.

The father and son reached their destination, with the chief leading the way into the caves.

"Here we are." The chief smiled.

"We're going in there!" Roshan gasped, backing away from the deep, dark caves.

"Yes."

"But why! Roshan whimpered. The chief grinned and let a chuckle escape his lips.

"Son, you aren't afraid of these caves are you?"

"N-No, but, I-it's just…" Roshan stuttered. Memories of that cave flashed back and forth in his mind, of that dreaded day he ventured away from the village, by himself for the very first time…

End of Chapter One

Z Star: Yeah, I know that was short, but it's the best I can do for now. If you liked or see any ways I could improve tell me. Thanks for reading and I hope you will enjoy the rest of the chapters yet to come;) Till next time.