Category: Land before Time
Rating: T
Couples: none
Warnings: Blood, Character Death
Chapter: 11
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me
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"That does not explain what that is!" Tyra screeched, pointing with one of her tiny claws at the opening. "I do not see a connection between that and the Clubtail!"
"The Clubtail made that." Grandma softly said. "And forced her brother to take the blame."
"What?" From screeching fury she went to calm disbelief in a matter of moments. "Longneck, what exactly is going on here? I do not know Leaf-eater, I do not know what was said back in the Valley whether it be between you and her or you and him."
"It's a long story…" The Longneck sighed sadly.
"Considering we won't be going anywhere, you might as well tell me." Tyra nudged her gently. "Considering at least someone ought to know how it did get that far."
"Several know, it's just too bad that they cannot tell anymore." The older female softly said. "And I know only a little."
"Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't have been better had I and Rec never decided to visit Chomper all those years ago." Tyra groaned. "It certainly would have removed a lot of drama in our lives."
"And all of my life." Grandma couldn't help but chuckle. "Make yourself comfortable, Tyra, and I'll tell you what I know."
"You better." The Sharptooth gracefully sat down on the ground, her tail wrapping around her body. Opposite of her the Longneck did the same.
Above them the Bright Circle descended below the horizon. And far in the distance, long shadows rose from their owners, stretching to the burned out forest as if to grasp it.
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"We can't just let her leave like that." Littlefoot looked at his grandfather in disbelief. "She is your mate! You nearly died when you lost her all those Cold Times ago!"
"She has killed someone, and not even in self-defense." Grandpa countered. "Even if I got her back, she would still be send away again as punishment for that. Getting her back will not change a thing."
"So you just are going to let her go?" The younger male demanded incredulously. "What kind of husband are you?"
"One who cannot keep losing his only love!" The old one turned around so fast his swinging tail smashed against a tree so hard it fell over. "I cannot keep losing her, Littlefoot. She knows that. It is why she left. To make it easier on the both of us."
They stared at each other. "I am going after her." Littlefoot stated.
"You won't." His grandfather coolly said. "You do not even know where she went and she has Tyra with her to keep her safe."
"And what happens when Tyra leaves her?" Littlefoot argued. "What then? She'll be all alone out there."
"Your grandmother is able to protect herself. You will not leave." The grandmother had authority outside of the Valley, the grandfather had it inside. To go against them was almost a crime in itself.
Littlefoot turned and walked away, glaring ahead as he did so.
To expect him to stay out of trouble and not help someone dear to him, however was the single most foolish notion one could have. It was just the question which would prevail.
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"He hasn't moved." White Star told her father when he returned. "He is in shock and I can't snap him out of it."
"Well, that was to be expected." Rec looked at the young Sharptooth curled up in the ground. He was staring straight out of the cave, his eyes not moving in the slightest. "One can't see something like that and shake it off."
"We did." His daughter pointed out.
"We caused our own share of these… scenes… Your brother only ever helped bring down crippled or extremely sick Swimmers and the like. It cannot be compared: especially since he very nearly considers her his actual Grandmother, rather than just someone who goes by the name." Rec sighed as he tilted his head lightly to assess his son.
"So, what are we going to do about him?" White Star looked from her brother to her father. "We can't leave him like this."
"I am afraid that is all we can do." Rec walked out of the cave and looked up at the darkening sky. "I am more worried about the Longneck and your mother."
"They're both capable of defending themselves."
"And one of them just killed for the first time." Rec growled. "That cannot have gone over well and then your mother not only has to defend herself, but also a massive Longneck."
"Good point there…" The pale-green Sharptooth had to admit.
