Category: Land before Time

Rating: T

Couples: Tria/Threehorn

Warnings: AU, Hints of Character Death and Blood

Chapter: 10

Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me

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The dark-coloured Longneck staid in the Valley, wishing to reside with his parents for however long it took his fancy. None could stop him, despite everyone knowing that it would only grow worse for Tria's grandfather the longer all three staid near him.

He took to brief and sneaky visits to the watering holes well away from where the Longneck-family had their main spots of presence. Despite this, they did run into one another soon enough.

Luckily for all involved, Grandma had regained her equilibrium and despite glaring at him at intensities rarely matched, she held back from attacking. It was then that the Valley saw exactly how close the two elder Longnecks were: her calm demeanour reflected in her mate, just as her fury had done during their first meeting.

None were with them. None saw what happened at that small pond in the very outer corner of the Valley. But they heard it, and they did so well. Her voice echoed among the stone walls that protected their sanctuary, accusing him of cowardice and malevolence.

Those that were close enough heard him defend himself... against the accusation of malevolence. He did not deny the cowardice.

The voice of her son sharply cut through his excuses, repeating the accusations and adding some more of his own: murder.

To the horror of the listeners, the old Threehorn did not defend himself, falling silent as the younger Longneck confronted him.

Word of that reached the Threehorn-herd soon thereafter. Murderer, Littlefoot's uncle had called Tria's grandfather, coward, Grandma had screamed at him. Neither had been denied.

"That can't be true." Tria breathed, looking at her father with wide eyes. "He wouldn't..."

"I sincerely hope he wouldn't." The older male murmured, but there was fear in his eyes. His father had not denied the accusations. Why had he not done that?

Even Pterano had not been called a 'murderer' for all that he had done...

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It was equal parts bravery and foolishness, he thought as he regarded the young Longneck that confronted him. His nephew, only child of all his siblings glared at him. He demanded answers all refused to give, all for the sake of a friend.

Why should he care for a Threehorn? Because this youngster did.

"Very well, I shall tell you." He answered, eyes lidded. The black male walked away into the direction he knew the Threehorns were. His tail lazily swung from side to side.

He was like an omen of death, his scars reminders of something terrible.

The Threehorns looked at him in surprise when he appeared, youngster in tow. "His mother was a dear sister of mine, for her sake I answered his request. You wish to know what happened? Very well, so be it."

He towered over them, blocking the Bright Circle of touching them with her light.

Appearing in the distance, from opposite sides came the other three, drawn here by this weird meeting.