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Chapter nineteen: Giving up and Making Plans

Littlefoot looked at the cave entrance where he could see a dim light shining, but it was cloaked by a flash of lightning and he saw Sky Water- drops falling outside.

At least he was in here and not in the Sky Water, but still, he looked down at his injuries, maybe being in the storm wouldn't be so bad, compared to this.

Everyone had fallen to sleep quickly when they were done talking about Lucy and Nana being in the Valley, but for some reason, he couldn't. He tried, but his mind kept clinging onto consciousness, making it impossible for him to get any sleep. Maybe that was because of his sleep a little earlier before, or maybe just from the shock that he had been taken from his home to who knows where, and he was being abused and it was all setting in his brain now. Littlefoot sighed; he clearly wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

He turned onto his other side, away from the others, and laid his head down on the hard ground as best as he could, considering the rope tied around his neck. All of this was just too much. He thought of his Grandparents and how much they were missing him since his absence probably should've been noticed by now, or maybe everyone was unaware and they would leave him here to die in this awful place. Littlefoot shook his head, of course that wouldn't happen, the Grown-ups were probably discussing how they would save him…or at least he hoped. He knew that the council wasn't very good at doing anything besides arguing so he didn't raise his hopes up that high.

Even at the thought of them doing nothing brought small tears to his eyes and he let them drop to the floor. His friends were probably wondering where he was, if they hadn't figured out already. Sadly, he thought that they did know what happened, but they weren't telling anyone, or even worse, they told them.

If they did, then the whole Valley would go crazy and Bron… He didn't even start to think of it. His dad would surely go nuts at the thought of his son being kidnapped by creatures never before seen by their kind at all. Things that didn't exist had kidnapped him, and they knew of nothing they could do to save him.

He felt more tears bundling up at the edge of his eyes and soon rolled over them, making tiny dripping sounds as they fell to the ground. Littlefoot sniffed and he moved his front legs towards him a little and rested his head on them, although it wasn't much, it comforted him in some way. He then sniffed one more time before keeping a blank stare on the ground.

Suddenly, he felt a soft shifting sound followed by shuffling.

"Littlefoot?" he heard a soft voice whisper.

He looked behind him and saw Cira looking at him sympathetically. Shaking his head to try and get the tears out of his eyes, he looked down at the ground again.

"Hi, Cira," Littlefoot greeted glumly.

"What's wrong," she asked him gently.

"I don't know," Littlefoot answered.

"Just being here, eh?" Cira laughed, trying to sound funny, but Littlefoot didn't react like he'd taken it as a joke.

"Yeah…" he muttered.

"Oh…" Cira whispered, and then he saw her look up.

"Well, we'll get out of here, someday," Cira assured.

"How, though? I don't know if I'll ever see my dad, or my Grandparents, or friends again now that I'm here! I'm not sure about anything anymore," he mumbled and tears started to leak out again.

"You miss them, don't you?" Cira asked, shifting closer to him.

"Mm-hm," he sighed.

"They're always with you, even if you can't see them. And they'll always be with you, we'll get out of here, I promise," Cira soothed.

Some of her words made his insides freeze, it sounded so familiar…like his mother's dying words, and she said she would always be with him…even if he couldn't see her…

"Where…where did you learn that…?" he asked.

"…" Cira was silent for a second but continued anyways. "I've had a long time to learn it, when my mate and Child died, I found out that, even if I missed them, they would always be with me, in my heart, and that's what I've believed to this day," Cira explained.

Since he hadn't heard her story, he was surprised to learn that she had had a mate and child, and that they both died. "I'm sorry to hear that. You know, that sounds like something my mother said…a long time ago," he said.

Cira's ears perked up. "Your mother said something similar, how so?" she asked.

"She said…that she would always be with me, even if I couldn't see her. And that…I should let my heart guide me, and that it whispers, so I should listen closely," he said, a few more tears falling onto the ground.

"Oh...and what does your heart tell you now?" Cira asked gently.

"That…that I should find a way to get out of here…so I can see everyone again," Littlefoot told her.

"And that's exactly what we're going to do. Your mother is a very smart person; I'd like to meet her sometime. Is she in the Great valley with your Grandparents and your dad?" Cira said.

Littlefoot looked down a bit and shook his head. "No, she doesn't live with us anymore…"

"Oh, what happened, did she move away?" she inquired.

"You might say that…"Littlefoot trailed off.

"Littlefoot…" Cira encouraged.

"She…um…we were attacked by Sharptooth and he jumped on her back. She got away but her injuries were bad, really bad, so…she told me to find the Great valley and…those words…and then she…died," he choked out the last word and then sobbed.

Cira's eyes widened in the dark and then they both heard a crack of lightening and the boom of Thunder following it.

"Littlefoot, I'm so sorry I asked," Cira whispered, ashamed.

"It's-its fine," Littlefoot sighed in-between his harsh sobs.

Cira could tell it wasn't and moved closer to comfort him, pushing her body, which was only a bit bigger than his, against him, comforting him as he cried.

"You know, your mother would want you to keep on living and try to get out of this hole, which we will, just you watch," she said.

Littlefoot had calmed down a bit and looked at Cira with his tear-stained eyes.

"You think so?" he asked quietly.

"I know so," she smiled and slowly moved away from his side. "Now, get some sleep, you have to be ready for tomorrow."

Littlefoot groaned. "Oh yeah, Hisoki's gunna ask me questions again, isn't he?" Littlefoot muttered.

"I'm afraid so," Cira confirmed glumly.

"I don't know if I can take it. But, I'll do it if it helps keep my friends safe," Littlefoot concluded and watched as Cira smiled and lay her head down on the ground.

"Good night, Littlefoot," she sighed and then fell into sleep, or so he though.

Littlefoot sighed and lay his head down too and soon enough, he felt the clutches of sleep grab him and pull him into peaceful dreamlessness.

Cira opened her eyes to find exactly what she wanted. Littlefoot was asleep. She straightened herself up to a sitting position.

"Okay, he's asleep," she said and Vel and Pterano opened their eyes moments later.

"Finally, I was going to go to sleep for real if you guys had taken any longer," Vel muttered.

"So, what's the plan?" Pterano said.

"Well, when Littlefoot's being interrogated tomorrow, you're going to sneak in with him and find out any useful information you can," Cira answered.

"Ah…but there's one problem, how do I follow him, exactly? In this state, I can't go anywhere!" Pterano explained, shaking his bound hands at the two Fast Biters.

"We have that figured out. Since Vel's closest to you, he'll bite off the ropes," Cira said.

"Okay, but that still doesn't explain how I'm able to not be seen," Pterano objected.

"Thought of that too, you're in a darker part of the cave where Kamarun never really looks to check, and he certainly never notices you often, so why should this be any different? Also, when you break out of there, you're gunna need to get out of here fast and hide somewhere in the shadows so you won't be seen," Vel said.

"Ah…that….that might actually work! But, why did we wait for Littlefoot to go to sleep?" Pterano asked.

"Because, we wouldn't want him to worry. You know kids, and he might slip up and accidently give away the plan," Vel said.

Pterano narrowed his eyes. Littlefoot wouldn't do that, he knew better, but, he didn't say anything about it.

"But, don't worry, he'll find out soon enough," Cira said.

"Okay, then we're ready?" Pterano asked.

Both Raptors nodded.

"Then let's do it," Pterano grinned.

Vel shifted toward him and put his jaws over the rope holding Pterano's hands and started to chew on them, his sharp teeth making quick work of the vines as they suddenly snapped and Pterano's hands were able to move again.

"Ah! That feels better. Thank you, Vel," he expressed, moving down to untie his feet and the rope around his neck.

"No problem," Vel answered.

Once Pterano was completely free, he arched his back and stretched.

"Okay, go, now!" Cira ordered.

Pterano nodded and then walked slowly over to the entrance and slipped one of the bars and ran quickly out of there and slipped into the shadows near the small cage.

"Phew, the first part went off without a hitch, now for the hard part," Vel muttered.

"Let's just hope this plan works." She looked at Littlefoot. "If it doesn't, we'll all be doomed."

Lucy looked at her nest; Grandpa, Grandma, and Nana were all still asleep, although Grandma had wet streaks leaking down from her eyes. She sighed and then looked at Littlefoot's nest and her eyes started to water as she found it had an empty presence.

She curled her legs to her chest and kept staring at the empty nest.

"Oh, Littlefoot…I'm so sorry," she said inwardly. "I'm so sorry that bastard has you now, and that he may kill you…if you aren't already dead." She sighed at felt tears run down her cheeks.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps and saw a gray shape plodding across the ground. She recognized the shape as Mr. Three-horn and then wondered what he could be doing out here this late. With a last look at her companions in the nest, she got up and walked after him, making sure she was careful not to be seen.

Bron looked out into the Mysterious Beyond and saw nothing but a barren wasteland staring back at him, nothing he saw could bring him any closer to his son.

"Bron?" he heard a voice call.

He turned his head to see Mr. Three-horn coming towards him with a serious look on his face.

"What?" he asked irritably.

"I think that you're taking this a bit too far, Longneck," Topsy said.

"What do you mean?" he snapped.

"…I think that you're taking the whole situation of Littlefoot a bit too seriously," Mr. Three-horn told him.

Bron gritted his teeth. "What do mean 'I'm taking it too seriously'? How do you THINK I would've reacted?" he spat.

"I just think that we need to accept the inevitable," Mr. Three-horn said.

This only made Bron angrier. "You think I would give up believing that my son might still be alive and just give up? What kind of sick Dinosaur are you?" he hissed.

"One that has the right intentions," Mr. Three-horn defended himself.

"Yeah, only for yourself! If Cera was in the position Littlefoot's in, would you give up looking for her? Huh!" Bron growled.

Mr. Three-horn gritted his teeth. That was a question he just couldn't answer; his daughter meant everything to him. "I would if I knew that nothing could be done! Look, Bron, I know what you must be feeling right now, but think of what Littlefoot would want!" he shouted.

Bron froze and looked at the Three-horn as he continued.

"Would he want you to keep acting like this, seeing you this miserable over him? I've known him longer than you have, Longneck, and I know that he wouldn't want you to keep this up. Please, just accept the fact that he might be gone," Mr. Three-horn pleaded.

"He's right, Bron," another voice joined in.

Both looked and saw Lucy step out of the bushes into view.

"What do you want?" Bron snarled.

"To help you. Look, I may not be very good at helping people, but I know when to stop. Bron, I know you don't like me, but I'm only trying to help you when I say, Littlefoot's probably dead," Lucy told him.

"No, I won't believe a word you say," Bron growled.

"It's been days, almost weeks since we've last seen him and where he is now, he's probably dead, but if he's not, then he's probably close to it! Please, Bron!" Lucy begged.

Bron felt hot, salty tears leak out of his eyes as he thought about what they both said. Could Littlefoot really be dead? Was there any point of searching for him anymore? If what Lucy said was true, Littlefoot was probably dead anyways and he knew Littlefoot wouldn't want to see him so desperate over him. He sighed as he made his decision.

"…fine…I'll…I'll stop," Bron finally said.

Both of his companions sighed a relieved, yet sad sigh.

"Thank you, Bron," Topsy expressed quietly and left quietly, leaving Bron and Lucy in the dark.

"Bron…" Lucy started but a snort from Bron stopped her.

"You may have convinced me to stop looking for him, but I'll never stop believing he's not dead. Now, go back to Mama and Papa Longneck before they wake up," he told her and lowered his head and she could see tears falling from his eyes before he finally broke down and fell to his knees crying.

"Oh, Bron…" she sighed and came over by his lowered head and sat beside him, touching his huge cheek and rubbing it gently. It was a long time before Bron's tears finally stopped and she could hear the deep breathing of him sleeping. She sighed as she fell asleep too and soon both of them were curled up together, both sleeping deeply.

End of Chapter Nineteen

Things aren't looking that bright for Littlefoot now, but let's hope Vel and Cira's plan works. Will it? And how will the gang react when they find out the search for Littlefoot is off? Find out the answers in...the next chapter! Review please!