The Land Before Time

Revenge II

Chapter 13

Back at the Great Valley, Bron was finally settling down for the night. He had been too worried for Littlefoot and Shorty's safety to sleep at all, but after speaking with Tria he finally found the will. Bron also kept thinking about what Tria said to him right before he left. "She said none of this was my fault," he whispered to himself. "I really want to believe her, but was it really not my fault? Was I right in letting Blacktail live?" The more he thought about, the more down he became. "Maybe I should have killed him. If I did then nobody else would have been kidnapped. Shorty and Littlefoot wouldn't be in danger right now." Bron immediately shook his head before he could say anything else. "You're wrong Bron. You had no idea why Blacktail was in the valley in the first place. You are not a killer like he is. You saved Littlefoot and Shorty, so there was no need to fight anymore." He continued to tell himself this numerous times, and surprisingly enough it helped him feel better to the point where he smiled. "Tria is right. I did the right thing, no matter what Threehorn says."

"Bron!" Bron looked behind him to see Pterano approaching him at full speed. The flyer landed right in front of him with a concerned look on his face.

"Pterano? What's wrong?"

"Bron, you're in danger!" Pterano replied. "Threehorn is on his way here right now, and it can only mean bad news."

"What are you talking about?" Bron asked.

"I don't know for sure, but I have a hunch that Threehorn is the one who gave the location to our secret entrance to the valley away to Blacktail." Bron was shocked, and yet he was confused at the same time.

"Why would he do such a thing? Threehorn may be an arrogant hot head, but he would never risk the herd's safety like this?"

"The only thing I can think of is that he wants to frame you for his actions," Pterano explained. "It is obvious that Threehorn despises you, and he believes that all of these kidnappings happened because you came to the valley, including the incident with Rinkus and Sierra."

"But that's ridiculous!" Bron stated. "It's as if he is saying that I led Blacktail to the valley." Pterano nodded.

"That may be exactly what he thinks. Either way, he wants an excuse to get rid of you."

"But nobody in their right mind would believe Threehorn," Bron added. Pterano didn't respond, so Bron asked again. "Would they?"

"Threehorn can be very persuasive. The herd may not believe it now, but he will convince them to cast you out, maybe even hunt you down."

"Not Mama and Papa Longneck," Bron shook his head. "They would never believe such a thing like that."

"That may be," Pterano agreed, "but unfortunately that might not be enough. If Threehorn is as crazy as I think he is, then nobody will convince him otherwise, not even Tria."

"So what do I do?" Bron asked. "Should I leave the Great Valley?" Pterano shook his head.

"No. Littlefoot and Shorty would never forgive you for that." Pterano sighed before continuing. "You might have to fight Threehorn." Bron closed his eyes.

"I was afraid you would say that. I may not want to, but after everything you just told me it seems I may have no choice." He opened his eyes and looked at Pterano. "How long do you think I have?"

"Judging by Threehorn's attitude, I would say..." Before Pterano could finish, a loud roar echoed behind them. Pterano spun around and Bron looked up behind him. Sure enough, Threehorn stood in front of them. His feet dug into the ground with rage and his eyes screamed hate. Pterano stepped back a little. "Right now," he finished.

"You and I have some unfinished business to take care of longneck!" Threehorn yelled.

"Threehorn I don't want anything to do with you!" Bron yelled back. "I'm tired of you and all the crap that comes out of your mouth!" Threehorn pounded his foot into the ground, digging a shallow hole.

"Shut up! You and I both know that you don't belong here in the valley. You are nothing more than an outsider who brings nothing but trouble to our home!"

"Is that why you helped Blacktail?" Bron fired back. Threehorn didn't show it on his face, but he couldn't deny that he was surprised.

"What the hell did you just say to me?"

"Admit it!" Pterano joined in. "You told Blacktail where one of the entrances to the Great Valley was! You want to get rid of Bron, but you had no way of doing so!"

"Damn you Pterano!" Threehorn shot back. "Stay out of this!"

"Don't try to deny it!" Bron pressed. "Blacktail's attack happened so conveniently didn't it? You couldn't get rid of me when Rinkus and Sierra kidnapped the children, so you had to come up with something else." Bron stepped forward in anger. "But a sharptooth attack was not enough was it? You wanted the fast biters to attack us where we would have never expected it. They wouldn't have come out in the open, not with all the dinosaurs we have to fight them back."

"So you gave Blacktail one of our secret entrances!" Pterano continued. "In doing so, you allowed Blacktail to sneak in the Great Valley undetected and attack the children! Then when the time came you would place the blame on Bron, causing the other dinosaurs to turn on him!" The more he listened, the more enraged Threehorn became.

"You've got a lot of nerves to accuse me of something like this! I want Bron gone, but I would never endanger the Great Valley!"

"Don't try to talk your way out!" Bron yelled. "My son was attacked because of you!"

"ENOUGH!" This last yell could have woken up the entire Great Valley, but Threehorn was too overcome with resentment to care. "It's time to settle this once and for all! You've made a fool out of me for the last time!" Bron stepped out in front of Pterano and glared at Threehorn.

"Oh trust me, I didn't need to make an asswhole out of you! You've done beautifully doing it yourself!" Those words caused Threehorn to go into an uproar. Bron knew he had crossed the line, but it didn't matter at this point. "It's time somebody beat some sense into you!"

"It's time that somebody killed you!" With that, Threehorn charged Bron with all his might. Pterano leaped high into the air to avoid him, but Bron simply stood his ground. He lowered his head and prepared for impact. When the two dinosaurs met heads, the force caused a reaction of wind that erupted around them. Pterano almost fell out of the air but quickly regained his balance. Bron and Threehorn shoved as hard as they could, but neither lost their balance. Threehorn gritted his teeth as he continued to try and force Bron to the ground, but the longneck would not budge.

"For........ a threehorn," Bron commented, "this is........... pathetic........."

"Shut........... the hell............. UP!" Threehorn dug his feet into the ground harder and finally broke the struggle. Bron staggered back but not too far. Threehorn then charged again. Bron managed to side step out of the way, but unfortunately one of Threehorn's horns caught him on his side. Bron yelled in pain as blood dropped from the cut and stained the grass and dirt. Not taking any chances, he raised his hind foot and kicked Threehorn in the side, knocking him off balance. Threehorn tried to regain balance but unfortunately stumbled right into a tree. He hit the wood hard and dropped to his knees, but only for a second. He quickly stood back up and charged yet again. Threehorn thrust his sharp, pointed horns towards Bron, but the longneck stepped back. Bron then stepped to the side and whipped his tail out, slapping Threehorn in the face. Bron then stepped to the other side and whipped his tail out again, slapping Threehorn on the other side of his face. As the threehorn recoiled from the blow, Bron took the opportunity to charge and head butt him in the side. Threehorn yet again staggered back into another tree, and he dropped to his knees for a little longer. Bron used this to his advantage as he reached up and grabbed a somewhat thick branch and pulled it off of a tree. He held it in his mouth and faced Threehorn. Threehorn stood back up and laughed. "You think hiding behind that is going to help you?"

"You have three horns on you fat head!" Pterano yelled from the air. "If anybody is hiding it's you!"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that!" Threehorn shouted back. He once again lunged for Bron, but Bron stepped back and prepared to swing the stick in his mouth. His timing was perfect as the branch was caught in between Threehorn's horns. Bron tried to force himself through, but Threehorn would not back down easily. Suddenly the branch snapped, and Threehorn stumbled forward. Bron quickly kicked Threehorn in the side a second time but with more force. Threehorn fell to the ground and rolled onto his side. He quickly stood back up and faced Bron. The two dinosaurs stared each other down, neither one making a move. They slowly circled, waiting for the other to strike first. The blood had decreased to a minimal from Bron's cut, but the pain was still there. Threehorn couldn't understand how he was losing to a longneck, and it discouraged him greatly. "Why are longnecks always such an annoyance?"

"Why are threehorns so stubborn?" Bron asked back.

"It's called pride!" Threehorn yelled. "I'd say you lost yours when you abandoned your mate for her to watch your son by herself!" Bron winced with rage and gritted his teeth.

"What did you say?" Threehorn ginned devilishly as he realized he found a weakness. He then continued to exploit it.

"Oh I'm sorry," Threehorn mocked. "Did I touch a sensitive subject? Have you not come to terms with the truth? It is your fault Blacktail came here! Just like it was your fault the two flyers came her! Just like it was your fault Littlefoot's mother was killed by Sharptooth! Had you not left her like a coward she would still be alive! Then again, she probably would have died even with you there!"

"Don't you dare talk about my wife like that you bastard!" Bron bellowed. "I'll kill you for those words!" Threehorn laughed.

"She was a weakling just like you are!"

"THREEHORN!" Threehorn had expected that to come from Bron, but to his surprise it came from behind him. He turned around and gasped while Bron smiled. Grandpa Longneck stood with Grandma by his side as well as the other adults. Mama Flyer quickly flew to Pterano as Grandpa yelled again. "How dare you! How dare you insult my daughter you monster!"

"She died to protect our grandson," Grandma added, "which is more than I can say for you!"

"You stay out of this longnecks!" Threehorn warned. "This is between me and Bron!"

"You're wrong!" Grandpa yelled back. "If you go against Bron, you go against his family. That means you go against me and Grandma as well!"

"Wait!: Mama Swimmer tried to intervene. "Isn't there any other way we can solve this? Hasn't there been enough fighting and pain already? Think of the children!"

"Our children are out there doing what we can never seem to do," Mama Flyer replied, "and that is to act like a true herd. A true herd would never fight each other like this. A true herd would respect everybody no matter where its inhabitants come from." She then glared at Threehorn. "A true herd would not risk the safety of their home to settle a score!" At this point Threehorn finally began to show how surprised he was.

"What are you talking about?" he asked in confusion. Unfortunately nobody was in the position to believe him. All eyes were staring him down. "I'm telling you I didn't do it! I didn't reveal out secret entrance!"

"But you are so willing to blame Bron for the attack!" Grandma argued. "What kind of low life are you?"

"I'm only thinking about what's best for the valley!" Threehorn yelled in desperation. "Ever since Bron came here bad things have happened!"

"You don't know that!" Grandpa fired back. "You have no way of proving that! You just want to blame him because he was an outsider!" Threehorn violently shook his head.

"It's not true! I didn't do it! I didn't do it!" He began to panic like never before. For the first time ever he lost control of his emotions and eventually his pride. "I DIDN'T DO IT!" he screamed.

"For once he's right," another voice stepped in from behind. Everybody looked to find Tria walking in between Threehorn and the adults.

"Tria. I-" but before Threehorn could continue her mate shot him a very pissed off look.

"Shut your damn mouth Topsy." She didn't yell, but the intensity in her voice expressed how fed up she was with her mate. "I don't want to hear another useless word come from you. You've tried to talk your way out of this, but all you did was talk nonsense. Now it's my turn to talk, so shut the hell up and listen." Threehorn was taken back to the point where he almost cried. Never had Tria been so furious with him before. She then turned to the other adults. "As much as we don't want to admit it, Topsy is telling the truth. He didn't give away our secret entrance." Tria glared back at him. "He doesn't have the spine to betray his herd." Threehorn bowed his head in deep shame. Pterano and Mama Flyer joined with the other adults after things seemed to calm down.

"But that doesn't get us anywhere," Pterano replied. "If Threehorn isn't to blame then-"

"That's the point," Tria interrupted. She kept her tone calm in an attempt to try and ease the tensions of the adults. "Threehorn wants to blame Bron, but it's not his fault. You want to blame Threehorn, but it's not his fault. Don't you see? There is nobody to blame. It was nobody's fault in the first place." The adults were still pretty tense, but they were trying to hear Tria out.

"So are you saying that Blacktail discovered our secret entrance on his own?" Bron asked. He had made his way over to the other adults as well, mainly to get as far away from Threehorn as possible.

"I don't know," Tria responded, "and to tell you the truth I don't care." Confused looks now fell upon the adults. "I don't care how Blacktail got in. What happened in the past is done. We need to be more concerned with what's happening right now. All I care about is my daughter and her friends' safety. They are out there trying fighting this threat while all we can think about is finding somebody to blame."

"I can't believe I let my anger get the best of me," Grandpa replied in astonishment. "I was so concerned with Mr. Threehorn that I forgot about my grandson."

"I can only imagine how hard this must be for him," Grandma added. "He is trying to end the pain Sharptooth caused our family."

"And my daughter and son are there with him," Mama Swimmer commented. "They would always follow Littlefoot wherever he would go."

"The same for my nephew," Pterano joined in. "Petrie always told me he was the explorer, and he was right. He would always explore with Littlefoot."

"Shorty may not have known him as long as the others," Bron agreed, "but he would do anything for Littlefoot."

"Right now we need to pray for all of them," Tria continued. "Pray that they will return safe and sound to us. If we tie ourselves down with thing that aren't important," she glared back at Threehorn who was still staring at the ground, "or things that don't concern us," she then turned back, "we lose all sight of what really matters the most." The tension had finally seemed to die down as all the adults nodded in agreement with Tria. She sighed with relief. "Well now that that's over with, I think we all need to get some sleep. For all we know our children are on their way back and will be here in the morning."

"Thank you Tria," Grandpa Longneck replied. Tria nodded as the adults dispersed and headed to their nests. Bron started to walk past Threehorn, but to his surprise he didn't even acknowledge him there. He simply continued walking, not saying a word. Everybody had left except for Tria and Threehorn. Tria started to leave, but when Threehorn picked his head back up she shook her head.

"I'm going to stay with Bron tonight. As far as I'm concerned, you're not trusted anymore." Threehorn didn't reply, so Tria turned around and headed in Bron's direction. Before she left, she stopped and looked back at Threehorn. "I know you are worried about Cera, but next time think with your heart and not with your horns." With that she headed for Bron's nest, leaving a deeply troubled threehorn behind.

Meanwhile, Littlefoot and the others were preparing to dispose of Blacktail's body for good. Chomper had freed the other hostages and together they defeated the remaining fast biters. Scarbeak had placed Blacktail on top of the boulder and bound his claws and feet together. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked Littlefoot. "If the idea is for nobody to ever fear him again, why not cut up his body and put him on display?"

"I actually really like that idea," Chomper agreed.

"We know that's what you would like," Shorty scolded.

"I know you want to get even with Blacktail," Littlefoot nodded, "but this is the best way to do it. If his body is gone then all remnants of Sharptooth's name will be wiped out forever. Seeing Blacktail's body will only bring bad memories."

"I still say we cut his body up," Chomper sarcastically argued.

"You'll feel much better once we are finally rid of this monster forever," Ruby commented. "I will certainly feel better."

"I think we all will," Rhett added.

"Are you hatchlings done yet?" Hyp complained. "I want to go home!"

"We will Hyp," his father assured. "We will very soon."

"All right let's get this over with," Littlefoot muttered. "Ducky. Spike. Petrie. Come help me push this boulder." Spike approached the boulder and firmly placed his head against it. Ducky and Petrie both hopped off of Spike's back and stood next to him.

"This reminds me of when we defeated Sharptooth," Ducky pointed out. "It does it does."

"Yeah," Petrie nodded, "except me no get pulled down to water this time."

"Just don't fly over Blacktail," Littlefoot pleaded. "We really do not want a repeat of last time." Littlefoot then looked over to Scarbeak. "Make sure no fast biters come from behind us."

"You just hurry up there," Scarbeak replied. He leaped into the air and hovered off the ground, looking in the opposite direction. "Be on your guard," he addressed the group. "There's no telling if Blacktail has any straggling followers left."

"I want to help push the boulder," Ali volunteered, but Chomper shook his head.

"You can't help them. This is something they have to do by themselves."

"Why?" Rhett asked. "Why is this so important?"

"When Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, and Spike defeated Sharptooth," Chomper explained, "they did so by pushing him off a cliff with a large boulder like the one here. Because Blacktail is Sharptooth's son, they still have the burden of destroying Sharptooth's influence for good."

"That's so harsh," Ali sympathized. "I wish they didn't have to bear this alone."

"They don't have to be alone," Ruby commented. "Just because we can't physically help them doesn't mean we can't help them at all."

"Now you've got me totally confused," Hyp moaned. "What exactly are you talking about?" Ruby glanced over at Chomper. She smiled and nodded. Chomper nodded back as he turned and called out to his friends.

"Come on you guys! Kill that monster for good!"

"Make him sorry he ever messed with us!" Ruby joined in. "Make him sorry he ever messed with anybody else too!" Ali and Shorty looked at each other and nodded. They too joined in with their support.

"We believe in you guys!" Ali cheered. "I know you can wipe that scum away from here forever!"

"Do it for the Great Valley!" Shorty yelled. "Do it for Bron and all the other adults!" Hyp rolled his eyes.

"This feels so awkward. Do we really have to do this?" Before his father could answer, Rhett started cheering too.

"Kill him for all the longnecks and other dinosaurs he murdered!" Hyp's father nodded.

"Yes Hyp. We must support them in anyway we can." Hyp sighed and started to add in.

"Come on you hatchlings! Don't let this loser get away with everything he's done!"

"We all believe in you," Hyp's father added. "We are all counting on you!" Littlefoot smiled as the words of his friends echoed in the night.

"It's time to help Blacktail reunite with his father! Push!" With that, Littlefoot's feet dug into the ground as he started forcing all of his weight onto the boulder. Spike, Ducky, and Petrie joined in as all four together kept pushing. "Push guys!" Littlefoot yelled. "Push with all your might!"

"The boulders........ are always............ so heavy!" Ducky yelled. "This is going.......... to be hard! It is it is!"

"Me never........... want to push.......... big rock.......... again!" Petrie complained.

"Keep trying!" Littlefoot encouraged. "We can't give up now!" Blacktail had no energy to move, but it didn't keep him from whispering towards Littlefoot.

"You think......... killing me will end the pain?" He sneered as he attempted to toy with the longneck some more. "No matter where you are............ no matter how long it takes........... I will still haunt you in your sleep.............. My father's name will continue to live on.............. You can never escape me............"

"You're wrong," Littlefoot argued. "Once you're dead.......... you and your father will never.............. terrorize the Great Valley again............."

"You are sorely disillusioned little longneck............... My father will never be forgotten............ as long as the fear of his name still exists................."

"That doesn't mean........... anything for you............. We killed your father........... and now we're going to kill you..........."

"Just remember............ Your mother died at my father's claws............. As long as you hold on to her............. my father will always torment you............. and so will I............."

"We'll see about that." Littlefoot glanced over at the others. "Harder guys! We're almost there!"

"I'm trying! I am I am!" Ducky yelled.

"Me trying too!" Petrie added. Spike also made a noise confirming he wasn't giving up anytime soon. The others continued to cheer from behind them as the boulder slowly approached the edge of the cliff. Ali smiled with joy.

"They've almost got him! Keep going you guys! You've almost got him!" Blacktail smirked.

"Keep hoping little girl." With a sudden burst of energy, Blacktail cut his hands free with his claw, reached out, and grabbed Littlefoot's neck. Using both hands, he began to squeeze as hard as he could. Littlefoot gasped for air but was unable to move. "If I'm going to die, then I'm taking you with me!" the fast biter yelled. He tightened his grip on the longneck and it seemed like within seconds Littlefoot would be dead.

"LITTLEFOOT!" Petrie cried out as everybody else gasped in horror. Scarbeak was about to plunge down on top of the fast biter, but fortunately Petrie beat him to it. The flyer leaped up and with all his might forced his beak into Blacktail's left eye. "Now you ugly like your father!" Blacktail screamed in pain and clasped his left eye as blood streamed through his claws. Littlefoot's head dropped as he coughed from choking. "You okay Littlefoot?" Petrie asked with concern.

"I know I asked you not to fly up to Blacktail, but thanks anyway. Now let's get this boulder off the cliff!" Petrie nodded and the two continued pushing the boulder. Blacktail continued to scream in pain to the point where some of those not pushing the boulder covered their ears. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Shorty noticed something strange.

"Heads up guys!" he warned. "Something's coming this way and fast!" Everybody turned around and noticed the same thing. It was very small at first, but it began to grow larger and larger and larger until it started to take a form. Ali and Shorty immediately gasped with shock. "It can't be!" Shorty exclaimed.

"I don't believe it!" Ali added. "It is!"

"What's going on back there?" Littlefoot added. Nobody responded, but at that moment he heard a sound. This sound was very familiar to him, and he never expected to here it again.

"YAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" This sound was followed by, "I'M COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Cera!" Littlefoot yelled. "You're back!" With every ounce of strength in her body, Cera leaped into the air and rammed right into the boulder. She landed right next to Littlefoot and grinned.

"Let's take this bastard down once and for all!" she yelled.

"Yay Cera!" Ducky and Petrie cried together, followed by Spike yelling in joy. The five dinosaurs drove all their power into the boulder until finally it reached and went over the edge. Blacktail screamed out one more time, still holding on to his eye as his body plummeted through the air, with the boulder right on top of him. Littlefoot watched as the image of Sharptooth falling flashed back in his mind. Blacktail's body hit the surface of the water below, and the boulder smashed into Blacktail. The collision caused a large splash of water to rise into the air before falling back. The five dinosaurs peered over the edge of the cliff and knew in their hearts that the son of Sharptooth was never coming back up. The other dinosaurs stepped forward a little with anticipation.

"Is he dead?" Chomper asked. Littlefoot turned around, smiled, and nodded.

"It's all over," he replied. All of the dinosaurs cheered with joy and happiness. Ali and Shorty nuzzled each other and Ducky and Petrie squeezed each other tightly. Hyp looked to his father, smiled, and hugged him while shedding a tear. Ruby and Rhett embraced and Chomper hugged Spike's head. Littlefoot then turned to Cera, and his heart skipped a beat. "Cera.... You're.... you're alive...."

"Of course I'm alive," Cera laughed. "You really think some idiot fast biters could kill me?"

"How did you escape them?" Cera rolled her eyes.

"Well it's a very long story, but I wouldn't mind telling it to you." Littlefoot laughed.

"Still proud as ever."

"You know it!" Cera replied. Littlefoot stepped toward her, gazing into her eyes like he never had before. His face was inches away from her, and then he nuzzled her cheek warmly. Cera wasn't surprised at all. "I guess you really missed me."

"I love you so much," Littlefoot whispered. Cera smiled.

"I love you too flathead." Littlefoot rolled his eyes and laughed a little. Unfortunately their moment would be broken. Chomper approached them.

"Guys, Rooter doesn't look so good. I'm not sure if he can stand back up." Littlefoot pulled away from Cera and turned to Rooter.

"Rooter, you're going to be all right." Rooter shook his head.

"There's no use denying it Littlefoot. My time is up." The young longneck shook his head.

"Don't say that Rooter. You're going to be fine. I'm going to help you."

"How?" Rooter asked. Littlefoot wanted to answer, but he unfortunately could not come up with an answer. "Young one my purpose has been fulfilled. I paid my debt, and now I can die without regret."

"I don't understand."

"Blacktail killed the young threehorn I adopted a long time ago. When I found you again I made a vow to redeem myself. I had to make sure you survived, and you did. Now I have redeemed myself." Littlefoot began to sob a bit.

"I don't care about that. I don't want you to die. I want you to come back and live in the Great Valley with us." Littlefoot began to cry a little harder, and all of a sudden he felt the same way he did when his mother died. "It's not fair. It's all my fault. If I had been stronger I could have killed Blacktail on my own. He wouldn't have been able to hurt you like this. It's all my fault." Rooter sighed.

"It's not your fault. Remember what I told you when we first met?" Littlefoot shook his head. "I'm surprised you forgot it. Now, you pay attention to old Rooter. It is nobody's fault. The great circle of life has begun, but you see, not all of us arrive together at the end."

"Please don't go," Littlefoot sobbed.

"There's nothing you can do," Rooter concluded. "You have to let me go."

"No Rooter!" the longneck yelled. "Don't go!" Unfortunately Rooter's breathing became slower and slower very quickly. With his last breath he smiled.

"I'm proud of you kid............ You're like a son to me.......... Thank you for filling in that gap for me............" With that, the mole closed his eyes as he stopped breathing forever. Littlefoot's eyes widened with sorrow. He kept shaking his head in denial, but nothing was working.

"No......" he struggled. "Rooter........" He dropped to his knees and buried his head in the ground, sobbing even harder. All the dinosaurs kept silent and bowed their heads with sadness. Scarbeak had landed and closed his eyes. Cera walked up to Littlefoot and rested her head against his side.

"I'm sorry Littlefoot," spoke softly. "It's not your fault." Unfortunately he wasn't paying attention. Despite all his friends being around him, Littlefoot felt completely alone.

To Be Concluded

Well there you have it. Cera is alive, Rooter and Blacktail are dead, and Mr. Threehorn is innocent but still hated. Now before anybody starts ranting about it, I envisioned the fight between Bron and Threehorn like a fight between Cera and Littlefoot. To me it seemed like Bron would have the will to keep fighting while Threehorn would have the strength to prove difficult. If this doesn't make sense, then I'm sorry. Anyway, the next chapter will be the last. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and let me know what you think.