Littlefoot looked at the creatures in front of him, then back at his friends. These "Dragonets of Destiny" didn't seem to mean them any harm. Finally, with a sigh, Littlefoot stepped forward.

"Hi, I'm Littlefoot. These are my friends Cera, Ducky, Petrie, and Spike. We got a little lost. Do you know the way back to the Great Valley?"

The Dragonets looked at each other.

"Great Valley," mumbled the black one with some sort of wrappings covering his eyes.

"Oh," Cried the yellowish-orange one, "I know a Great Valley!"

"I think they mean a place called the Great Valley," said the green, shift colored one, "Not just any great valley."

The black one looked up, "No, I don't recall any place called the Great Valley here in Pyrrhia."

"Well, maybe we have a different name for it," The orangish-yellow one exclaimed, "We could show it to them, you never know. Why don't you come with us"

"Wait, so we meet five random strangers, and now you're suggesting we drag them along on our getaway?" The blue one shouted.

"I don't see how it could hurt," the big one named Clay replied.

"Wait, if you think you can just trick us into following you so you can eat us," Cera said unexpectedly, stepping forward, "Then you can feel the wrath of my three-horns."

"No Cera," said Ducky, jumping in front of her, "I don't think they would hurt us, oh no, no, no" Ducky glanced at the orangish-yellow dragonet smiling brightly, then smiled back.

"My hope you know what you're doing," Petrie said to Littlefoot as they made their way to join the Dragonets.

"Great," Said Clay, "But before we set out again, let's find something to eat!"

At the word eat, Spike licked his lips.