Chapter 10
"Step away from the water" the male longneck said again, he was the same size as Littlefoot, but with a more bronzed, camouflaged colour. He had scars, and looked like an experienced fighter.
Littlefoot had just gotten over the surprise, when the longneck had asked him to move away from the water edge.
"Step away from the water, please" the longneck said for the third time.
"Take it easy, there is plenty for the both of us" Littlefoot said.
The longneck stood quiet, his eyes moving from side to side, as if to try to spot something.
"If you wish water and food, then come with me" he said.
He began walking away, then stopped "are you coming or not" he asked, he was defiantly getting a little impatience.
Littlefoot followed him, knowing that arguing with another longneck of that size, and maybe better fighting experience, only would get him into troubles.
They walked into the forest, and after a while Littlefoot decided to end the silence.
"So, what is your name?" he asked.
The male longneck answered without turning around "names aren't important at this present time".
"What do you mean, names are always important" he said and added" mine is Littlefoot"
The stranger stopped.
"Littlefoot" he said, more to himself than to Littlefoot.
He began walking again, but a bit more slowly.
"You lived in the Great Valley a long time ago, isn't that right?" he asked, now turned to Littlefoot.
"Yes, that's right, how did you know" Littlefoot asked.
"Sometimes migrating herds have some very interesting things to tell" he answered.
"What do you mean?" Littlefoot asked.
"I've heard about you" he said "and your friends"
"What"
"You're friends with a threehorn, a flyer, a bigmouth and a spiketail" he said.
Littlefoot stopped and stared at him, and now he understood. The adventures he had experienced must have been spread by the migrating herds.
"Where did you hear this from?" he asked the stranger, curious of how much he knew about him.
"A few cold seasons ago, a migrating longneck herd came past here, and there was one individual in practically, who mentioned you" he said "she was also the person, who told me the story"
"The story about how you and she crossed dangers to get to a flower, which only opens in the night"
"Ali" Littlefoot whispered
"When did you see her, when?" Littlefoot asked, with hope in his voice, and heart.
"As I told you, it was a long time ago" he said, shattering Littlefoots hope of finding Ali.
"BUT…. I did see a female longneck for not so long ago" he said "but she was in a terrible position"
"What did she look like?" Littlefoot asked, a new hope in his heart brought to life.
She was not our size, a little smaller, and her body wore the colure of blue and purple" he answered.
"That is her" the longneck stopped and looked at him, puzzled by the others' outburst.
"Who?" he asked.
"That was Ali, a friend of mine" Littlefoot explained.
The strangers' look went dark.
"What is it?" Littlefoot asked, concerned about the sudden change in the strangers' feature.
"You are not going to like what I have… " he was cut off by a scream, a scream Littlefoot thought he had heard before.