Category: Land before Time
Rating: T
Couples: none
Warnings: Blood, Hints of Character Death
Chapter: 1
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me; the cover-picture is by mckadesinsanity from DevArt and can be found under the title T-Rex Speed Doodle. She also has a website: salizabeth . net, so go visit there for her other art.
Author's Note:The full version of what Tyra tells Grandma will be a one-shot (perhaps two-shot, depending on the length) rated M and therefore not included in this story. I will tell it in an Author's Note when it's finished.
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The Sharpteeth indeed took the surrounding lands for themselves. They did not hunt in the Valley once, though at times one or two of them would enter the valley to visit Chomper and Grandma Longneck. In turn Grandma would take Chomper and the other children to visit them every few months, something which at first was not received gladly by the other parents. But after seeing that the children always returned save and sound and even enjoyed the visits to the Mysterious Beyond they became more accepting. All except for Mr. Threehorn, who did not like the constant travels of his daughters to the Sharpteeth.
"He has a terrible history with your kind." Tyra had visited the Longneck and her son in the Valley. None of the other Leafeaters knew that Chomper was not necessary as a translator since the Longneck was fluent in Sharptooth herself, but they liked to keep up appearances that he was needed. So it had come to be that Tyra and Grandma, in search for privacy had wandered out into the Mysterious Beyond again, leaving Chomper with his friends and strict orders not to tell anyone.
"Yet I think this is just ridiculous." Tyra growled. "With all due respect, he should have gotten more accepting since we came here Cold Times ago, yet he still acts as if we are just a chomp away from eating his daughter."
"He is protective of her. She is all he has left of his wife." Grandma told her. "She died together with all of Cera's Nest-mates, killed by Sharpteeth just outside these valley-walls. He does not wish to risk his last daughter with her."
"That does not mean he needs to snarl at any 'good' Sharptooth that comes near her." Tyra countered, setting her foot down with more force than was strictly necessary. "Rec has a terrible hate for Threehorns and Club-tails, but do you see him growling at every individual that passes by?"
Grandma blinked in surprise. "You never told me something like that. Why is that?"
Tyra stopped walking briefly, looking away in sadness. Grandma Longneck was surprised to see a tear run down her cheek. "I have the feeling Rec and Mr. Threehorn are more alike than they think. It is a long story, perhaps we ought to find a comfortable place to rest before I start telling you."
The Longneck nodded, following as the Sharptooth led her to a secluded patch of green among the mountains.
"You don't have to tell me." She told the other as they settled on the grass covering the floor.
"It is not my grief that pains me." Tyra looked at her. "It is Rec's grief. Did you never wonder why White Star does not look like either him or me? She looks like her mother, her real mother. She is not my child."
"She is not?" The Flattooth was surprised to say the least. Then Tyra explained to her how it came to be that White Star called someone else her mother. The other was horrified after the tale was finished.
Rec had been mated with another female, a friend of Tyra's, and their first nest had been their last. While he had been hunting, a pair of Threehorns and a Clubtail had come upon the nest and crushed the eggs in it. His first mate had sought to avenge her children, but she had been killed. Rec had gone into a rage, hunting those responsible, while Tyra who had had the territory next to theirs had stayed behind. She by accident had found a sole egg which had survived the attack. She was not sure what had happened exactly, but she guessed the Leaf-eaters had kicked it out of the nest while trampling her siblings and not noticed it.
The child in the nest hatched and called her mother. It was almost a Cold Time later that Rec returned, victorious. They decided, even without love between them, to raise the child together and name her White Star in honor of her fallen mother. White Star herself knew this story, but she had never held it against her parents.
"What happened then?" Grandma asked softly.
"Many years we raised her as friends. It was only shortly after she left when reaching adulthood that we became romantically involved." Tyra looked up the where the sky was just visible between all the Sky Puffies floating overhead.
"A tale almost worthy of Threehorn." The Longneck agreed to the Sharptooth's earlier assessment while rising to her feet. "Perhaps they are more alike than they think."
"I just hope that does not end up being a clashing-point." Tyra walked out of the grass into the stone paths leading through the mountains. She looked at the Longneck walking beside her. The scars of what had happened 3 Cold Times ago remained, but the Flattooth had regained all of her former strength over time. "If they clash, I fear that neither would stop until the other is gone permanently."
"I agree." Grandma nodded slowly, a hint of sadness appearing in her eyes. "Would Rec let it come that far?"
"That depends on how the Threehorn acts." Tyra shrugged helplessly. "When he only glares and frowns, there should be no problem, but if he does more, I fear that Rec's hate towards his kind will make this end in tears."
"Then we have a problem, because Threehorn is more likely to attack than to back down, as you can imagine." Grandma frowned as they reached the Valley-entrance.
"Yay." Tyra's sarcasm dripped down of that single word. "Let's hope it does not come that far."