SaurusRock625: "Welcome back to the story, everyone! The stars of our show couldn't be here right now, so I decided to do a little short chapter of things back in the Great Valley. More specifically, revolving around Petrie and his feelings about that fight with Littlefoot. Please enjoy this little short chapter, and have a great day."
*I still don't own The Land Before Time, and I don't own Ben 10!*
*Speech Key*
"It's hero time!" = Normal Speech
'A new alien?' = Thoughts
"Lemme tell you somethin', Kevin E. Levin!" = Someone Yelling
Great Valley Happenings!
Back in the Great Valley, the sun was beginning to set as the first day of summer vacation was coming to a close. The village's occupants were all beginning to wind down and complete any of their last chores before they settled for the night. Of course, this means that the children and teenagers of the village would be able to go to bed a little later than normal, since they don't have school for awhile.
And at a house that was both modest and unique, a young boy who looked about a year younger than Littlefoot was busy mowing the lawn for his mother using an old push mower. He knows his mom has that new motorized lawn mower that he could use, but he doesn't trust himself with that kind of machinery because it's too heavy and too fast for him to control right now.
The boy is both tall for his age, and skinny. He has tan skin and dark brown hair and eyes. He wears a khaki windbreaker over a yellow muscle shirt, a pair of black cargo shorts, and he wears yellow geta sandals like a samurai.
"Petrie, you can stop mowing the lawn now." said his mother.
If I'm being honest, his mother looks almost like a carbon copy of her son. However, she has lighter skin and blue eyes instead of tan skin and brown eyes. Her boy got those from his father, who's on his way home from his job in the U.S. Airforce as a jet pilot. The man pilots an F-22 Raptor fighter jet, and he's dang good at what he does, having lead his squadron through many successful missions with no deaths of any sort.
He takes the term 'leave no man behind' to the extreme, and is always willing to put his own life on the line for his fellow soldiers. And his son inherited that sense of undying loyalty. But anyway, Petrie looked up from his work towards his mom, sweat pouring down his forehead and muscles aching from working so much.
"If you cut the grass any further, you're going to expose the dirt." she joked.
"Oh, right. Sorry, Mama." the boy, now identified as Petrie, apologized.
His mother could tell that there was something wrong with her son. As his mother, and the mother of two other daughters and another son, she's learned a thing or two about reading her children's body language. And Petrie's body language showed that something big was on his mind. And it wasn't about that new Sumo Slammers game he was looking to buy with the allowance money he's been saving up.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" she asked her son as she lead him inside, resolving to put the push mower away later.
"Mama? Do you think Me a bad person?" Petrie asked in response.
"You? My son? A bad person? Now where would you get an idea like that?" she asked as she had him sit on the couch.
She went into the kitchen to get her son a glass of cool lemonade to help her son cool off after all of that mowing. Petrie sighed and started to tell his mother what was wrong.
"Cera say bad things to Littlefoot after school was over." he began.
"She did? What kind of things?" his mother asked as she came back with two tall glasses of homemade lemonade.
"She say Littlefoot a wimp. Say he spend too much time thinking about his dead mama. Then she go and say that Littlefoot Mama weak and pathetic, since she not able to kill Sharptooth before he killed her." Petrie explained.
He paused as tears began to gather in his eyes, remembering his own weakness in being unable to stop that fight.
"It got worse when Ducky and Spike agree with Cera. They all start yelling. Calling each other bad names! Pushing and shoving real hard! I tried, Mama! Tried to stop them… BUT THEY NO LISTEN TO ME!"
Petrie's mother gathered her son into her arms, allowing him to start crying out his sorrows.
"And now, Littlefoot gonna be gone forever! Me overheard his Grandma and Grandpa talk about moving out of the Great Valley at end of summer holiday! NOW, ME CAN'T EVEN APOLOGIZE TO LITTLEFOOT!"
As her son began to cry harder than he ever has in his short life, his mother looked at her son with sympathy and stroked his hair as he cried into her shoulder.
'Petrie, my little one… you seem so small and vulnerable right now…'
She had to remind herself that even though Petrie acts very mature for his age, surprising most of the grown-ups in the village, he's still just a nine year old boy. No doubt the stress of being unable to stop that argument was being bottled up inside for far too long. And now, that stress, sadness, anger, and self resentment have finally boiled over and just exploded out of Petrie.
"Oh, Petrie. You're not a bad person just because you couldn't stop your friends from fighting." Petrie's mother said gently.
Petrie sniffled and looked up at his mother.
"I'm not?" he asked quietly.
"No, of course you're not. Cera's always been a bit of a hothead, as well as incredibly stubborn. And Littlefoot's growing depression made her take drastic measures when trying to get him to stop thinking about his mother's recent death. She just doesn't know what it's like to watch someone you love die and not be able to do anything to stop it. Her own mother died in childbirth when she was born, but she doesn't understand the pain of loss that Littlefoot has in his heart because she never knew her mother." she explained.
Pausing to take a sip of her lemonade and gather her thoughts, Petrie's mother continued this talk.
"But the pain was devastating to Mister Threehorn, because he loved his wife very much. But he knew he had to be strong so he could raise his daughter to be a strong and independent young woman. So he hides his pain behind the mask of a tough and stern construction worker who takes no nonsense from anyone. I'm sure with time, Littlefoot will move on from his mother's death. But until that day comes, all you can do is show that you still care about and support him."
Petrie wiped away his tears, taking in what his mother had told him. If what she said is true, then he needs to be there for Littlefoot as a friend now more than ever.
"Why don't you go ahead and finish your drink, then go take a bath and wash up. Dinner will be ready soon." Petrie's mother instructed.
"Okay. Me go do that." Petrie said.
His mother smiled at her son before leaving to finish preparing tonight's dinner. She knows that her youngest son has a lot on his mind right now, and needs time to himself to think.
*To Be Continued…*
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Chapter questions
1.) What sort of powers/tech do you guys want Ben and Gwen to have in this story? (Alien heritage is an option, since they're both ¼ Anodite on their grandmother's side. But if you mean a different alien, let me know.)
2.) Should Littlefoot reforge his mother's blade using alien technology for his final confrontation with Sharptooth?
3.) I plan to eventually do a Time War Arc for a side story to this one. If you could make an Omnitrix bearer, good or evil for this fic that you would like me to use in it, who would it be and why? (Please be very thorough in your designs. Include things like Omnitrix color and design, number of alien transformations the character has, what franchise they're from, their alignment of good or evil, their history, and what alien transformations they have.)
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