A cool wind blew across the forest that morning. The wind picked up the scent of the rotting sharpteeth, one friend and one foe. The sunlight was scattered within the forest, as leaves served as clouds on the ground. Two longnecks had slept together. They had been friends, but their relationship grew into something more. Yesterday, they had confessed the love, though the situation was dire. They had fought valiantly against two sharpteeth. One managed to escape as the other paid the ultimate price of sin. Though it was the natural order, view differed for a male longneck. Chomper, the tyrannosaur partly eaten by its own kind, was like his son. The longneck had watched it hatch and grow. He also reunited him with his true parents. Now, Chomper was just like the sharptooth lying a few meters away from him: dead.

Ali woke up to the sound of rustling leaves. She blinked a couple of times before lifting her head a little in the air. She had rested it on the body of the male longneck she loved. Littlefoot was caught in battle before she arrived. If it wasn't for her, Littlefoot would've been the next meal for the carnivores. She smiled as she saw him so peacefully resting, but she knew they had to walk back to the spot where the Great Valley residents were.

She had come out here for him, but he came out into the Mysterious Beyond for a noble reason. Littlefoot ventured out here for his friends' sake. The Great Valley had stopped providing water, and the Great Valley residents were at a lost. Littlefoot lead them to a nurturing spot as he fixed the problem. Briefly after catching up with him, they fixed the problem, but then Janet came, along with Rhett.

Janet, a female longneck Ali slightly had a small grudge on, was Littlefoot's previous girlfriend. She complicated things, and the two started to childishly fight. Out of frustration, Littlefoot separated from them and walked back to tell the Great Valley residents the deed was done. Ashamed at first, Ali joined Rhett and Janet as they made their way back to Green Valley.

That night, Ali couldn't sleep. She felt so down for acting in such a manner for Littlefoot's affection. She had her reasons, but they all were connected. She truly loved him. By listening to her heart, she left Rhett and Janet to try again. To make it right, because she couldn't help but feel Littlefoot and her had the same feelings. A whisper of a feminine voice in the wind had told her so.

Soon, she came up to the struggling Littlefoot fighting two sharpteeth. Then came the events leading up to the position they were in. The fight, the blood, the wounds, the victory, the resting…and the confession. It was true what they said. One will speak the truth in a dire situation, because she was afraid of the outcome. She faced Littlefoot and lowered her head closer to his head.

"Littlefoot, wake up."

She slightly moved her head from the male's head. After a few moments of silence, she didn't see him budge. She tried again, raising her voice.

"Littlefoot? Littlefoot."

A few seconds passed with no response. She grew worried.

"Littlefoot, if this is a game, it isn't fun. Wake up already. We have to go."

The proud eyes of the longneck remained close.

"Littlefoot, please wake up!" she cried out.

Tears flowed out as she hoped the longneck she loved would wake up. He didn't.

"No, Littlefoot, you have to wake up! Please!"

She nudged his head with hers.

"Wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up. Wake up Littlefoot!"

She moved her head back a little to check if she got a response. …Nothing. Realization soon turned in devastation for Ali. Tears seemed endless as she stared at the lifeless body of Littlefoot. She buried her head in his neck, near his head, still weeping.

"No… It can't be... No...no, no. Littlefoot."

She stopped digging her head into his neck. She just laid her head flat on the neck. Tears trailed off of her onto him. The longneck she loved, the one she traveled for, was now dead.

Spike and Cera were relaxing next to each other on the grass near the large pond. Petrie and Ducky were having fun in the water. Petrie was laying on a flat rock as Ducky swam around. The sun beamed down on this opened field that was part of the Mysterious Beyond. For now, it was just their second home. Spike turned his head towards Cera.

"Hey Cera?"

Cera opened her eyes casually and looked over at Spike.

"Yes."

"Where do you think Littlefoot is?"

"Don't know. Probably he's on his way back."

"Probably."

Spike sighed.

"It's just that it has been a while."

"It's only been seven bright circles. I'm sure he fixed the problem by now and is heading his way back here with Ali."

"But what about Rhett and Janet?"

"They're probably with them."

Spike shrugged.

"I guess."

A few seconds passed. Spike sighed.

"I just wish we could go home soon."

"Same here," breathed Cera.

Cera looked out towards the pond. She then noticed something. The water was vibrating. Cera stood up and looked towards the forest. Cera's father, who was taking a drink from the pond, also noticed the vibrations. Curiously, he looked around and saw that some dinosaurs noticed this too, including his daughter. He approached her. Cera soon noticed her father standing beside her.

"Do you see the water moving?" she asked her father, still looking at the thick woods.

"Yes," he breathed. "Could it be?"

An image was shrouded within the woods, but it was still noticeable. The figure soon walked out of the forest and into the grassy clearing. The dinosaurs smiled, and some were relieved it wasn't a sharptooth. Ali had returned.

"Ali!" called out Cera.

Cera, Spike, and Mr. Threehorn were the first to approach Ali. Soon, Ducky and Petrie saw Ali and went to greet her. Slowly, the Great Valley residents surrounded the longneck, all being in front of her. Ducky took a few steps closer to her and briefly hugged her leg as a caring friend.

"Oh, Ali. You're back."

"Yes," she blankly stated.

"Does this mean the water problem has been fixed?" asked an adult Iguanodon from the crowd.

Ali slowly nodded.

"Yes. Water is flowing down through the Great Valley as we speak."

The dinosaurs smiled and briefly spoke out to each other in relief. After a few seconds, the voices died down. The smiling Spike faced Ali.

"Hey. Where's Littlefoot? Is he coming?"

Ali's face had been somewhat pleased as she reported the good news. To answer Spike's question, her expression changed back into her depressed state. She looked down at the floor and looked slightly away from the herd of dinosaurs. A few awkward seconds passed. Cera swallowed her saliva and broke the silence.

"Ali? Where's Littlefoot?"

She looked towards the dinosaurs with her neck still lowered.

"He's gone."

Petrie flew down to the floor in front of Ali and next to Ducky.

"Gone? When will he be back?"

Ali shook her head.

"Not like that, Petrie. He's gone forever."

The tears starting dropping again from her face as she looked straight down at the ground.

"… He's dead."

Gasps echoed throughout the crowd. Mr. Threehorn took a step forward towards Ali.

"H-how?"

"Sharpteeth a day ago," she simply said, not wanting to explain in detail.

Spike looked down at the ground in an angle, saddened.

"I can't believe it. He…he was so young. A true friend and leader."

Ducky sniffled, wiping the forming tears out of her eyes.

"He…but he… He was…my friend."

"He was everyone's friend," Cera said softly. "Littlefoot…"

"We owe him thanks," said Mr. Threehorn, raising his voice. "His sacrifice saved us all. He knew the dangers, but he threw that all aside…to save us."

There was a moment of silence as all remembered Littlefoot. Cera, Ducky, Petrie, and Spike remembered the first time they met him. He was gentle towards them, but very strict when he pushed them. It was all worth it. They reached the Great Valley and were reunited with their parents because of him. All the adventures they shared with him replayed in their minds. There were so many adventures, ranging from going to different locations in the Great Valley to journeying outside in the Mysterious Beyond. They remembered his cleverness and his curiosity, but these two traits didn't compare to the character of his heart his mother had given him. He had such a passion and joy of helping others. He would've been a fine leader.

Ali remembered the time she first laid eyes on him. He was a handsome boy with such a great personality. She felt happy, secured, scared, irritated, and sad when she was with him. These were all the normal feelings a couple in love experienced. Though their first meeting was short, the adventure of helping his grandfather made it feel like they had known each other for years. When she visited the second time, along with Rhett, she did care about him, but she was blinded by Rhett. Through the acts of Littlefoot and his friends, they had proved to her Rhett was a coward. Though Rhett had lied, Littlefoot still invited Rhett to play with them. This small action reminded Ali why she liked Littlefoot before, and when they had some time together to catch up before she left, it made her wish Littlefoot and his grandparents would travel with them. The third time she visited the Great Valley was ten years after her second visit. Littlefoot had grown a little more handsome, and Ali knew by the time he reached adulthood, he would be gorgeous. Rhett was still with the herd, but she did manage to get some private time with Littlefoot. They talked about past adventure, and Ali finally understood Littlefoot's overall character, and she couldn't be more pleased. She promised Littlefoot that she would return, but then…that day came. The herd had been devoured by the Earth as they walked in a canyon. The survivors, she and Rhett being a part of them, were then attacked by a large pack of Deinonychuses. Only she and Rhett managed to escape. They started to search for a new herd, but they ended up in a permanent home. That home was Green Valley. Ali was devastated that her mother and the herd were gone, but she also considered the fact that she wouldn't see Littlefoot anymore. It would be another three years before Littlefoot and Janet stumbled across Green Valley.

There continued to be a moment of silence for a few more seconds. Mr. Threehorn looked up into the sky and then roared at a low frequency. Soon, most of the dinosaurs joined in. Ali remembered this unique roar. They had done it when the Old One died. It was to honor the leader of the herd and to cry out to the spirit of that leader, being grateful for what the leader did for the herd. Ali and Littlefoot's friends remained silent, still mourning in thought over Littlefoot's death. Soon, Cera and Spike joined in. Then roared Petrie and Ducky. Ali remained silent as the tears dropped down to the floor. It was tradition that the future mate or mate of the dead dinosaur to not roar.