Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Land Before Time. I do not own the Guns 'n' Roses song Sweet Child O' Mine either. This is solely a fan fiction using the characters from the series.
Background: This is my first fanfiction ever. It is basically about Petrie losing his family to a sharptooth attack, and he being the only one who survives. It is set a year after The Land Before Time VII: The Stone of Cold Fire. Pterano just happens to be in the area, and hears of his sister's and her children's deaths. He learns that Petrie survived, and says he will care for the flyer. After a long descision, the adults agree to place Petrie in Pterano's care and abolish his banishment.
Sweet Child Of Mine
Chapter 1: Tragedy Strikes
It was a rainy, cold day in the Great Valley. Littlefoot was playing outside in the mud puddles with his friends, except Petrie wasn't there. He was at his nest, sulking, as this day marked one year since his uncle Pterano was banished from the Great Valley for five years.
"Are you alright, Petrie? You seem upset," his mother said, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, me okay. Me just...sad...it been one cold time since Uncle Pterano left," the sad, petite flyer replied.
"Oh...it's okay, Petrie. It's not like he'll be gone forever. He'll be back," Petrie's mother consoled her depressed son.
"Me know...it just..." Petrie shook his head, "...No, no nevermind."
"What is it, Petrie? You know you can tell me," his mother said with a comforting tone.
"It just...he seemed like sort of a father to me. Me miss him," he crossed his arms and layed his head on them.
His mother nodded her head, "I understand. He'd make a wonderful parent if he set his mind to it."
The statement that Petrie had just made touched his mother. He'd lost his father when he was just a hatchling. It was a cold, windy, rainy night, and his father had gone for some twigs for the nest, and he had careened into a deep lake and drown. Petrie did not look much like his father, as his father was a charcoal-black flyer. He'd gotten a lot of his traits from his mother's side of the family. He looked almost exactly like his uncle Pterano, except for the color.
"Well, it's getting late. Why don't you go to bed, to try to get your mind off it," his mother said.
Petrie half-smiled, nodded, and went to his spot in the nest. He drifted off to sleep, still thinking about his uncle.
Unknown to any of the flyer family, danger was looming. After everyone in the Great Valley was asleep, a sharptooth had wandered, undetected, into the Great Valley. It sniffed around, and finally wandered over to Petrie's nest. It caught the scent of many flyers in the nest, and prepared to attack.
Petrie woke up to a loud roar. "Huh? What happening?" Everyone in the family was awake, screaming, running, as the sharptoooth blocked the entrance to the cave that housed the nest. Petrie panicked, and frantically tried to find his mother. The sharptooth had gotten all of his siblings, and snatched his mother in its jaws.
With a scream of pain, Petrie's mother yelled, "GET OUT PETRIE!!!! FIND ANY WAY TO GET OUT!!! GO!!!"
"NO!!!! ME NO LEAVE YOU!" he flapped around the cave.
"GO!!!!" she screamed, and looking around in confusion one last time, Petrie bolted out of a narrow space between the sharptooth and the wall of the cave.
By now, the whole Great Valley was aware of what was going on. Everyone was panicking, running frantically amongst each other.
Petrie flew through the confusion, and literally crashed into Littlefoot. He fell in front of Littlefoot, and sobbed uncontrollably.
"Petrie, Petrie what's wrong?" Littlefoot pulled the little flyer close to him, keeping him safe from the riot going on around them.
"The...the...sharptooth got everyone in my family!!! Me only one left!!!" Petrie sobbed, clinging to one of Littlefoot's front legs.
By now, the riot was dying down, as the sharptooth was gone.
"There there, it'll be okay. Come with me, I'll take you to my grandparents. We'll take care of you."
Littlefoot comforted the little orphaned flyer.
The two went back to Littlefoot's area. It truly was a sad day in the Great Valley. A horrible tragedy had just taken place. The worst of it all, though, there was a small, confused, sobbing flyer with no one but Longnecks to care for him. Or, possibly, could there be?
To be continued...