Littlefoot woke up at the sight of dawn. He stretched and stood up. He looked around. Ali was beside him and Bron was behind them. He moved away from them, but he didn't go too far. He just sat a few meters away from them on the cold ground, staring at the sky.

That was a weird. The dream. It was happy, but it seemed sad. I was there with my mother and my grandparemts. It also had Bron in it. He was standing near my mother. My mother was happy, looking at him, like if they were like my grandparents. They were my parents. That's impossible. My father wasn't with me when I was born. When I asked Mother about him, she told me not to talk about it. She looked sad every time I ask about him. I stopped asking eventually, but I can't stop wondering what happened to my father.

"Littlefoot."

He looked back when he heard the female voice. Ali and Bron smiled at him. He looked at them and stood up.

"Are you ready, Littlefoot?" asked Bron.

Littlefoot nodded. The three longnecks continued their walk. They marched onward towards the unknown land. They just knew the land had changed from what it once was to a barren wasteland. Signs of life were all around them. A dried-up creek passed the land. Trees were scrawny as their dead leaves either scattered across the ground or barely hung onto their branches. Ali looked around.

"This place is more depressing than the forest," stated Littlefoot.

"Let's continue," suggested Bron.

The longnecks proceeded. Bron figured that he should distract the younger ones.

"So, you mentioned you two are going back to your herd? Do you know exactly where they are?"

"All we know is that they are along the gap," said Ali. "It looks like we are far away from it."

"I know," said Littlefoot. "I suggest we want at the Great Valley. It's close by."

"What makes you think it's close by?"

"I… I just know. My mother always told me to listen to my heart. I think that's why I managed to survive here."

"That, and you got your father's strength," whispered Bron.

"Did you say something?"

Bron looked down and saw Ali looking at him. He smiled.

"Nothing of the sort."

Bron looked up ahead. That was close. I still should tell Littlefoot. I owe him that much, but I'm afraid how he would react. It's too dangerous out here.

"Um, Bron?" questioned Littlefoot. "How was it like? You know, life before all this."

"It was enjoyable. The best cold times I had in my life. Thought there were some downs, my life was mostly up. Though I lost some of my herd and my parents, the others who separated from me made it to the valley. I met new friends."

"How about your mate?" asked Ali.

"Yes. I met her too. The memories I spent with her will never be forgotten. I still remember how we met. To me, it was an accident, but she always told me it was what the heart wanted."

He paused and looked down.

"She sounds like…Mother," said Littlefoot, thinking of what Bron had said.

"Um, Littlefoot. It is time that you know."

"Know about what?"

The longnecks stopped. Bron looked at Littlefool with a caring, sad face.

"Your mother. Was she wise and caring?"

"Aren't all mothers are?"

Bron smiled.

"Did she tell you to always listen to your heart, as she did with me?"

"Yes," he responded, kind of nervous.

"Bron, what are you saying?" asked Ali.

"Well, I'm just saying it's a coincidence that the way I describe my mate is the same as Littlefoot talks about his mother."

So, the dream…

"Are you suggesting you're my father?"

"I'm not suggesting it. Littlefoot, I am your father."

Littlefoot backed up, shaking his head.

"No, it can't be."

"Littlefoot, please listen to me."

Littlefoot spun around and began to run. Ali wanted to go talk to him. Bron stopped her.

"I think I should talk to him."

"But Bron, you might say the wrong thing again."

"But it's the truth, and Littlefoot knows that. That's why he ran off. Wait here. Hide if any sharpteeth come. I'll go talk to him."

Ali wanted to go, but she obeyed Bron. Bron walked ahead and tried to find Littlefoot. He spotted him on a rock, sobbing.

"Littlefoot. Littlefoot, we need to talk."

Littlefoot raised his head.

"Where were you all this time? Where were you?"

Bron lowered his neck.

"Oh, Littlefoot."

He lifted his head.

"Your mother and I knew that we were going to have a hatchling. We wanted a safe place to raise it. Our home was luscious and plentiful, but sharpteeth could easily get in and we had suffered through earthshakes often. So, after deciding, I left. It tore your mother's heart and my heart, but it was all for you. I kept searching and searching. As I tried to find a place, I spotted a herd of longnecks who told me of a luscious place called the Great Valley. They told me where to find it, and I did. Overfilled with joy, I started my walk back home. However, the land had changed. The path I took wasn't the same one. I feared that your mother was in danger. I kept on going and going. That's when I met you and Ali. Seeing you, I had my suspicions about whether or not you were my son. A couple of nights ago, I had a dream. I was at peace. I saw my mate, her parents…and you."

Littlefoot raised his head.

"That's odd. I had the same dream to."

Just then, the wind picked up. It circled around them. It wasn't chilly. It provided warmth, protection, and love. Bron closed his eyes and welcomed as the wind kissed his cheek. Littlefoot felt a comforting nudge on his head. It was the same one his mother gave him. Bron looked down at Littlefoot.

"Littlefoot, do you fell that?"

"Could it be…?"

"Yes. I think it's your mother."

"It feels like she's happy."

"She is. I think she's happy that we are reunited again."

Littlefoot looked up at Bron.

"Yeah."

He walked over to Bron's leg and rubbed his head against it.

"Dad, I understand."

Bron smiled and lowered his head. He rubbed his son's head lightly.

"I love you, my son."

"And me too, Dad."

The wind hugged them closer together. Bron and Littlefoot both felt Littlefoot's mother's warmth. Soon, the affection was all gone. They heard a scream and saw a tyrannosaur chasing Ali out of the forest. Littlefoot briefly scanned the sharptooth and gasped. It was the same one that killed his mother.

"Littlefoot, lead Ali to somewhere safer. I'll handle this."

"But Dad. Be careful. It's the same one that killed Mother."

Bron shook a little when Littlefoot told him the true fate of his mate. He knew that she had passed on, but he didn't know what caused it. Bron glanced down at his son.

"Don't worry. I will."