The astonishing journey to the Land of Many Wonders

by Ducky the most evil Swimmer

Since the Great Valley turns into a hostile place, the herds have to move. A row of unfortunate events causes many losses and the separation of families. Five children must hold on together in order to find their families and to find the mysterious Land of Many Wonders. But their greatest enemy is always watching them...

48. Chapter 47:

Chapter 47: Alive or dead?

Littlefoot, Ducky, Petrie and Spike were having a conversation while quickly walking along the path that would lead them to Cera.

"How did you manage to get those leaves, Spike?" Littlefoot questioned.

Of course Spike wasn't capable of replying in a way Littlefoot would understand.

"You see... I didn't ask my mother to get the treestar, so I wonder if it's been similar for you..."

"Me got lotsa messages me no get and me got Sniggling Stick and me not asked for it," Petrie piped up.

"Hmm, I got my stone to remember my daddy's words, yep, yep, yep," Ducky stated. Though, I didn't ask for it either, nope, nope, nope.

"Did you ask your folks if you could have the leaves for Cera, Spike?" Littlefoot questioned.

The Spiketail nodded eagerly.

"Cera will be pleased to know that..." Littlefoot mused.

"Yeah, she in Spike's debt," Petrie told.

"Yep, yep, yep," Ducky assented.

"What exactly we do with leaves?" Petrie asked.

"Well, I think we need to cover the injury, yep, yep, yep," Ducky answered.

"Okay, and they'll cure the infection?" Littlefoot wondered.

"Yes, that is what they are there for."

"SPIKE! You no eat Littlefoot's treestar!" Petrie called as Spike was about to eat it. "It special!"

"That's right, Spike," Littlefoot said. "You better not eat it."

Spike rolled his eyes and continued to walk.

"We are almost there, we are, we are," Ducky called after a little while.

"Yeah... me wonder though what we do 'till Cera move again, if she do.." Petrie squawked.

"Taking any rest we could get, I think," Littlefoot responded.

"Yep, yep, yep! We need to be well rested-ed," Ducky jabbered.

"You're right, Ducky," Littlefoot stated. "Who knows when we'll find the next friendly place in this wasteland..."

"Or our mamas and daddys..." Ducky added.

"Yeah..." Littlefoot sighed.

"Well, then me know," Petrie replied. "Hey, there Cera!"

"Oh yes, yes, yes. I see her, I do, I do," Ducky called.

Indeed, they arrived at Cera not long after. Cera was still lying on the ground the way they had left her. Uneasyness and anxiety arised.

"Here we are," Littlefoot piped up, gulping. Cera looked pretty dead.

"Is she..." Ducky didn't dare to complete the sentence.

"She can't!" Littlefoot cried. "Is she still breathing?!"

"Me look," Petrie offered. He walked around Cera back to get to her thorax, put his hand onto the spot of Cera's skin where her heart was supposed to be and listened for any signs of life...