Author's note: Well, I finally finished part two. For those of you who didn't read the summary, this story is a sequel, so won't be understood without reading its predecessor, The Land Before Time: Dawn of the Seven Heroes. With my first story, I had posted a new chapter daily (minus the one or two times I simply forgot and the few days my computer was in for repairs) but this time, I'll be spreading them out a bit more. Now, without further ado, here is the story.

The Land Before Time:

Journey of the Seven Heroes

Prologue

In which a tired father resumes the adventure.

"Ugh, my poor back."

"Serves you right. Is our son going to bed late tonight?"

"No ma'am."

"I see that you've learned your lesson. Here, let me rub some ointment on your back."

"Thank you!"

"Whoa there. I'm not doing it for you. Do you think I want to hear you groaning all night in bed?"

"No, dear."

Loud footsteps were suddenly heard approaching the living room at a fast pace. The couple turned to see their son run up to them. He placed his hands on his knees as he hunched over to catch his breath.

"What's the hurry?" his father asked.

"I know we can't stay up late tonight, so I stopped playing with my friends early so you could continue the story," he explained.

The father looked to his wife who nodded back.

"All the work for the day is done," she said.

"Yahoo!" their son cried.

The father went back to his room to grab the book but returned with a flustered look.

"I can't seem to find it! Did I leave it in your room?" he asked his son.

"No, you didn't. Don't tell me you lost it! Nooooo!"

His father laughed and pulled his hands out from behind his back, revealing the book.

"Dad! That wasn't funny!"

His father merely chuckled.

"Well, I'm going to bed early tonight. Have fun you two. And if I catch you keeping our son up late again," she began, "it won't just be your back that gets sore next time."

Her husband gulped. She then left the living room to rest in her quarters.

"Are we going to read it here or in my room?" he asked his father.

"Eh, this room is a bit more comfortable. Is here okay with you?"

"I don't care where we read it. I just want to get started again. Come on."

He grinned at his son's impatience then motioned with his hand. The boy got up and made his way onto his father's lap. Clearing his throat, he opened the book and started to read. "Journey of the Seven Heroes," he began.