"I do not think this is the Great Valley," said Ducky, "Nope, nope, nope."
"No the Great Valley?!" Petrie cried, putting a wing to his head in despair, "We never see the Great Valley again!"
They all sat there, looking at the valley that stretched out miles and miles, covered in flowers and gently dotted with trees and lakes, the mountains surrounding it like a giant bowl. As beautiful it was, there was not a single dinosaur in sight.
"I knew we shouldn't have trusted them!" shouted Cera, spinning on Sunny, glaring her down.
"Well," said Sunny, defending herself, "It is a Great Valley isn't it." She paused, "Just not the right one I suppose."
Clay looked into the Valley, "Hey, do you think this could possibly be the Valley of the legendary OmeletWings?"
Starflight turned his blind face to Clay, "The OmeletWings? Those are just a legend Clay, nobody knows if they are even around anymore, or if they even existed in the first place."
"The OmeletWings," asked Ducky, "What are those?"
Glory rolled her eyes, "Just some wacky legend of some Dragons who eat their own eggs that parents tell their kids for some reason."
"Egg eaters?!" Cried Petrie.
"We've met Egg Eaters before," Littlefoot explained, "We thought our friend Ruby was one of them once, but she wouldn't hurt a single egg."
Glory looked at the young dinosaurs, "Well, even if the OmeletWings existed, I don't think they are the same as these Egg Eaters you've described."
Ducky looked out into the distance into the "Great Valley", the sun was setting behind them. "I do not think we are going to make it back home tonight, no I do not."
The Dragonets looked at each other.
"Why don't we go into the Valley and find a place to spend the night?" Glory suggested.
"And then we can find the real Great Valley tomorrow?" Sunny inquired.
Glory looked away, "I have a kingdom to run. I don't know how long I can be gone."
"But we can try," said Sunny, "Right?"
Glory didn't look at her.
But Littlefoot was staring into the distance, what he saw completely put a wedge in their plans.
The moon was rising above the horizon. But not just that, as the Moon peaked the mountains, there was another sliver of light rising behind it. Littlefoot turned and realized that already in the sky, high above them…
"Three Moons…" gasped Cera, following his gaze.
"I don't think we're in our own world anymore," finished Littlefoot.
