The Land Before Time

Revenge

Chapter 3

"What do you mean Ali's been kidnapped?" Cera for one still couldn't believe what Ali's mother was telling her. "How did this happen?" The group was heading to the meeting place at the Circle of Stones to "discuss" the problem.

"We were attacked by sharpteeth," Ali's mother explained. "I was separated from her, and she was being carried away by two flyers."

"Two flyers carry Ali? How that possible?" Petrie didn't understand how it was physically possible for two fliers to carry a longneck.

"They were big flyers. One brown, and one pink. I saw them fly-"

"Wait a second," Littlefoot interrupted. "A brown and pink flyer?" He thought for a moment, and then realized it. "Those were the flyers with Petrie's uncle!" The others gasped because they remembered just as well who Rinkus and Cierra were.

"Oh no no no. Those flyers are really mean. They are they are!" Ducky recalled the incident with the Stone of Cold Fire when Rinkus and Cierra helped Pterano kidnap her. Spike nodded along with her. He hated them for taking his sister, so he kind of had a sense as to what Littlefoot was going through. Ducky looked at Littlefoot. "Why would they take Ali? I do not think they would be with Petrie's uncle again."

"Who cares why they took her," Littlefoot argued. "We have to get her back!" It wasn't a secret how much Littlefoot cared about Ali, so everybody understood how he was feeling. "She wasn't a part of the incident back then! She doesn't deserve to be in danger like this! She shouldn't-"

"Calm down Littlefoot," Cera said in her nicest tone possible. "We'll get Ali back. I promise you." They had just arrived at the Circle of Stones when Littlefoot noticed another familiar longneck. He was the same size as Littlefoot's grandparents, and was a shade of brown.

"Dad?"

"Littlefoot," Bron replied. Littlefoot ran up to his father, and he lowered his head to nuzzle his son's.

"Dad! It's so good to see you." Bron sighed.

"I wish it could have been under better circumstances." Littlefoot looked confused at his father.

"What do you mean?" He looked around and noticed somebody else was missing. "Where's Shorty?"

"That's why I'm here," Bron said. "Shorty's been kidnapped as well." Littlefoot stared at his father.

"No," was the only thing he could say. Bron dropped his head and nodded. Now Littlefoot was pissed. He slammed his foot on the ground. "WHY?" he cried out. "WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS!?" He kept slamming the ground until his foot was sore. He started panting, and then he changed to a light sob. "Why are they doing this? Shorty and Ali had nothing to do with the stone. Why them? Why couldn't they just take me!?" Some of the other adults gathered around the circle to see the commotion. Littlefoot's grandparents came up to him and nuzzled him to try and calm him down. They especially knew how he was feeling. "First I lost my mother in an earth shake. Now my friends have been kidnapped." He looked up at his grandpa. "Why me? Why does this always happen to me?"

"None of this is your fault," Grandpa reassured him.

"That's right," Grandma added. "You are a good boy Littlefoot. A good boy who has experienced the worst possible things in your life." Littlefoot finally stopped crying, but he still couldn't soothe the pain he was feeling.

"What are we going to do?" he asked. "We have to save them."

"Patience my son," Bron said. "We will save them, but we can't just go running in. Whoever these flyers are, they chose Ali and Shorty for a reason. Until we find out what they're up to, we shouldn't do anything rash." Littlefoot looked up at his father. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What are you saying? We should just wait around?"

"Littlefoot, your father has a good point," Grandpa added. "I think we need to discuss-" Littlefoot broke away after hearing the word. He didn't intend on acting disrespectful to everyone, but he couldn't help it.

"That seems to be the only thing you do best! Discussing a problem until it's too late!"

"Littlefoot calm down," Cera stepped in. "This isn't going to help-"

"Of all people Cera, you can't seriously be agreeing with this!" For the first time ever, Cera didn't have a comeback to Littlefoot's comment. He stared at the adults. "Every time something bad happens, all you do is argue! Words won't solve anything! Only action will! I'm so sick and tired of the burden being put on our shoulders to solve your problems!" All of the adults stared at Littlefoot. Nobody expected these words to be coming out of his mouth. The first one to comment, as usual, was Cera's dad.

"Watch your tone little boy," he snapped. "If you do something stupid it will ruin any chance of saving them! Now I for one say-"

"I don't care!" Littlefoot was at a new level of anger now, one nobody had ever seen, or thought they would see, before. "If it was Cera in danger, what would you do?" He then turned towards Ducky's mother who was hiding behind her children. "If Ducky and Spike were hurt, would you wait around?" She didn't respond. He looked around at the others. "You don't get it do you? These two flyers don't care about what happens to Ali and Shorty. If given the chance, they will kill them! I am not going to stand around as my friends suffer while all of you do nothing but discuss their safety in a committee!" At this point, nobody knew what to say. Even Cera's dad didn't have a liable argument. His friends didn't want to interrupt, especially Cera. Littlefoot shook his head and stormed off to his nest. As he walked by, Ducky walked up to him. This would prove to be a big mistake.

"Littlefoot, please-" Littlefoot shot a glare at her.

"Don't you start telling me what to do!" He huffed and left, and Ducky started to cry a little. Now it was finally Cera's turn to be mad. Furious, she ran towards Littlefoot and cut him off. "What do you want?"

"What the heck is your problem? Ducky was only trying to help!"

"I don't want anybody trying to help!" Littlefoot shot back. "That's all anybody does around here is try to help. Nobody actually does anything!"

"You need to calm down. I can understand how you are feeling, but taking it out on us won't-"

"Don't tell me you know how I feel!" an extremely furious longneck cut her off. "You don't know! None of you know, and none of you will!

"Don't make me do something I would regret doing!" Cera threatened.

"Oh yeah? Do it!" Littlefoot dared her. "Come on! What are you waiting for? You always yap about your pride, so let's see you do something!" Cera was too shocked at what she was hearing. At that moment, she felt like pulverizing him, but something kept her from it. With that comment, Littlefoot shoved her aside and left.

"None of them know," he said to himself. "None of them will ever know until they see death. Well I'm not going to sit around. I will find Ali and Shorty, and I will personally make those flyers sorry they ever took them."

To Be Continued…