It had been a long day, and everybody into the Great Valley was getting ready for a good night's sleep. Everybody was heading to their homes and walking past the others in their way as they walked in direction to their respective nesting places.
This had been a long day, and Littlefoot had spent most of it playing around with his six best friends in the whole Valley, and why not say, the whole world. He had told them goodnight as his grandparents called him, and he had to go along with them.
Cera went home when her father called, and so did Ducky and Spike when they were called by their mother. Petrie quickly flew back home, to meet with his mother and his brothers back on his nest. And Chomper and Ruby headed back to the Secret Caves, to the place where they usually slept.
Littlefoot soon was heading back home, and he met his grandparents waiting for him, with a pile of treestars for his dinner before sleeping. Littlefoot was glad to eat it, however, it was easy to notice that he was somewhat worried. His grandparents shared a look, and Grandpa lowered his head to his grandson and he asked "Littlefoot, what is wrong?" he said, making the young one look at you "The food is not good?"
"Huh? No! No, it is good." Littlefoot said "I… I was just, thinking…" he said, looking away, and Grandpa and Grandma shared another look, and Grandma asked "What is it, darling?"
Littlefoot first thinking was to tell it was nothing important. But, it had been bothering him almost all day. He was able to forget it when he was playing with his friends, but, now, he was thinking more about it, and it was making him worried. He knew that Grandpa and Grandma heard everything he said, and they would most likely have some advice or comforting words for him to feel better. Even if they didn't, Littlefoot really wanted to talk about it to someone.
He sighed, "This morning, when I was playing with the others, I met a couple of domeheads, and, they talked to me."
The two elderly longnecks nodded, and Grandma said "And what you talked about?"
Littlefoot looked down "They asked me why I wanted to play with a sharptooth." He said sadly "They asked me why I even bothered being friends with him"
The two longnecks nodded at him. They knew that Chomper had lived into the Great Valley for a while, and he had showed to everyone that he was very kind and he had already showed that he deserved to be in there almost as much as any other resident. However, there were still some dinosaurs in the valley that greatly mistrusted Chomper, because he was a sharptooth. They thought that he did not deserved trust and that his place was into the Mysterious Beyond, along as the rest of his kind.
However, there was still a good amount of dinosaurs who thought that Chomper deserved to live in there, and it was enough for him to be allowed to stay. Yet, even some of these dinosaurs told their kids to stay away from Chomper, for they still did not trusted him completely. Most of the residents trusted Chomper enough, but some, like these domeheads, apparently were among the ones that mistrusted him enough to tell it aloud.
"They said that it was stupid to be friends with something that could eat you." Littlefoot continued "And they said that I could not be friends with him for too long."
The two elders looked at their grandson, as they were letting him say what he wanted before they spoke, and Littlefoot did continued, "They said that Chomper is going to grow, and that soon will be an adult and that he will be cruel as the rest of the sharpteeth. That he will no longer be friends with us, and that for him we will be only food."
Littlefoot looked really sad when he said that, and after a while Grandpa said "And what they said is still bothering you?"
Littlefoot nodded "Is because… what is they are right?" Littlefoot said, finally looking up at his grandparents "Chomper can live with crawlers now. But… when he grew up he will be too big. What if the crawlers are not enough? What if he needs to eat other dinosaurs to survive?"
Littlefoot sounded desperate as he said that, and this made both longnecks look worriedly at him as he continued "The domeheads said that when he grew up he will not be able to live with crawlers, and he will have two choices: or he start eating other dinosaurs, or he will die starving! I don't want any of these things to happen!" Littlefoot said, and he seemed about to start crying.
Grandma and Grandpa shared another look. They knew how much Chomper was a dear friend to Littlefoot, and how much their grandson did not wanted to lose him. That was why what the domeheads said was bothering him that much. They had made him be afraid of the future. It was one of the scariest things for the young ones, and even for the adults. It was totally normal to fear it, and yet, it didn't made easier when you have to think about it.
The elder longnecks remained silent for a few moments, as they thought about the best thing to say to their young one. And finally, Grandpa spoke "Littlefoot." He said in the gentlest way possible, making the young one look at him with sad eyes "It is normal to fear what is yet to come. Everyone fears the future at some point. But you can't let this fear prevent you from moving on or of living your life."
Littlefot looked up at him "But, they are right?" he asked "Is it really going to happen? Chomper will no longer be my friend?" he asked to his grandfather, almost as if he was pleading.
The elderly longneck looked at the small longneck. He really wanted to say something for his grandson to feel better and to relax his troubled mind and ease his fears. But, he had to say the truth.
"I don't know, Littlefoot." Grandpa said the gentlest way he could. "I really don't know. I've never heard of a sharptooth quite like Chomper, who had in fact became friends with leaf eaters." He said, looking at his grandson "I really don't know what will be of him in the future."
Littlefoot looked down again, and there was a silence, before Grandpa said "But, this might not be all bad." He said, making his grandson look at him. "No one can tell surely the future, so no one can know if Chomper will really cease to be the gentle creature he is now." He said, offering Littlefoot a smile "I guess it depends on how Chomper may choose to live the rest of his life."
Now this had made the trick. Littlefoot slowly opened a smile, and he said "Chomper keeps telling that he wants to teach the sharpteeth to be friends. Maybe he can do it when he grows up." The longneck said, starting to cheer up "Maybe when he is big, the other sharpteeth will listen to him and he will be able to teach them to be friendly."
Grandpa chuckled, as he said "Who knows? It might even actually happen!" he said, lowering his head and nuzzling into Littlefoot "Just remember, that, if the future is uncertain, we don't know if it will be good, but also, we can't be sure if it will actually be bad." He said, offering an assuring smile to his grandson. "Just try not to worry so much about the future to the point of not being able to live now. Okay?"
Littlefoot sniffed, sucking back a few tears which were threatening to come out, and he looked up at his grandfather, smiling "Okay."
Grandpa looked at Littlefoot, and nodded, and he said "Now, finish eating and then we are going to sleep." And, with that said, Littlefoot started eating again, this time, more enthusiastically. He was feeling a bit better after talking to Grandpa, and soon, he finished eating, and wished goodnight to Grandpa and Grandma, and so, they all went to sleep.
Well, the two older longnecks slept all night, Littlefoot, on the other paw, was having much more problems to get into sleep, once his sleep was plagued with the kind of sleep stories that could not let him rest quite right.
Littlefoot was in the Great Valley, and there were a lot of dinosaurs passing by him. They all seemed to be scared and to be running away from something.
"H-hey!" Littlefoot said, when someone almost stepped on him. "What is going on?" he asked, and someone stopped by, a tubehead, and he said "He has gone crazy!" and he kept running, letting Littlefoot as confused as when he asked.
"Wait!" he said, but the tubehead had already ran away "Who has gone crazy?"
As soon as he said these words, he heard what seemed to be a roar. He immediately turned around, and he saw someone coming in his direction. He recognized it as Chomper. But the small sharptooth was slightly bigger, almost twice as big as him. Had his teeth and claws looked sharper than before, and he was covered into something that, to Littlefoot's horror, seemed to be blood. But, what scared Littlefoot the most, was the look on his face as he looked at him. It seemed the look that the other sharpteeth gave him and the others, a look that they gave only to their prey.
"C-Chomper?" Littlefoot asked, and the sharptooth seemed not to have heard him, he just gafve him a toothy grin, the red liquid dripping from his mouth, along with saliva, as he approached Littlefoot.
"Chomper! What are you doing?" he asked, and the big sharptooth said, with a far stronger voice "Eating." And he jumped over Littlefoot.
The longneck cried out as he closed his eyes and lowered his head, waiting to feel that teeth close around him. But it never came. After a few moments, Littlefoot dared to open his eyes, and to look up again.
He was no longer into the great Valley. He was into what seemed to be a great empty. There was nothing around himself, only darkness. Then something shinning got his attention. He looked up, to see stars, and one of them shone brighter, as it seemed to be talking "Hello, young one."
Littlefoot was a bit scared at seeing a star talking to him like that, but, he answered "Oh, uh… hello… Mr. Star?" Littlefoot said, and he looked around once again, and he said "W-where is the Great Valley?"
"Away." Was the stars answer "Don't worry. That evil sharptooth will not attack you again."
Littlefoot looked at the star "Hey!" he said "Chomper is not evil! He is my friend!"
"Really?" the star asked again "Does friends attack each other like he did with you?"
Littlefoot could not answer that. He looked down, and the star continued "You gotta admit. He was your friend when he was younger. But now… now it is over. He has grown, and now he is just cruel and mindless like the rest of his kind. He will never be anyone's friend again."
"NO!" Littlefoot screamed at the star "No! You are wrong!" he said barely holding back his tears "You don't know Chomper! He already helped us a lot of times before, and he always was there for us, and he was always on our side!"
Littlefoot looked defiantly at the stars "Chomper is my friend! He has always been, and I don't care what you, these domeheads, Mr. Threehorn or anyone else says! I'll not give up Chomper, as I know he would never give up on me! I'll still be his friend! And I'll help him remember I'm still being! I'll never give up him!"
There was a long silence, as the star seemed to be considering what Littglefoot had just told it. And then, it spoke again "Is this sharptooth so important to you?"
"Yes!" Littlefoot said, without a second thought "Chomper is my friend, and I'll do anything for him!"
The star seemed to be approaching Littlefoot, as if to take a better look on him "So, would you try to help him with his dream of making sharpteeth and leaf eaters being friends?"
Littlefoot stopped for a moment.
It was beautiful, that was or sure. Many said it was ridiculous, or that it was impossible, but Littlefoot, he believed Chomper. He believed that it was possible, he believed that it could happen. And, if it did, he and Chomper could still be friends.
He had made his mind before he knew it, and he answered "Yes!"
The start looked down at him, and he said "Yes! I will help him make it true!" Littlefoot continued, looking up at the stars, as much as he did looked up at Doc a while ago, "I'll help Chomper make this true! I'll help him make it happen, and I'll still be his friend for all my life! I'll make this dream come true!"
There was another silence, as the stars approached him. For a moment, Littlefoot was slightly scared, but, as the stars came closer, they talked into a softer voice "You are willing to go to the end for this dream, in the name of something you consider important."
Littlefoot looked up, as he was starting to notice that the star's voice was female, and it was familiar to him, as it continued speaking "I must warm you: the trip to make this come true will be long and difficult. There will be many dangers in the way, since there are forces in your world that don't want this dream to happen. You will have to fight for this dream to happen. Are you willing to do this?"
Littlefoot was a bit scared. However, his appreciation for Chomper was greater, as well as the beauty of his dream. Standing out in front of the star he said "Yes!" his voice denoted bravery that he didn't knew he actually had "I'll fight for this dream." Littlefoot said, and, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it to be true. Not only because of Chomper now, but also, because this would meant a better and much more beautiful world "I'll fight to make it happen! With all I've got!"
The stars approached him again, and they came closer. As Littlefoot backed away a step, the stars were still approaching, and then, the starts started to take shape. It was like an image forming around the stars, with two of them forming the eyes, and the rest of them forming the segmentation of an elongated long neck.
Littlefoot watched as the stars started to take shape, and they soon make the shape of a female longneck, who looked down at him, smiling. Littlefoot's eyes widened, as he suddenly recognized that longneck. It had been a long time since he had last saw her, but still, he could remember her clearly, since she was the first being she saw in his life.
"Mom?" Littlefoot asked, and his mother smiled down at him.
"You and Chomper have much in commom." She said to him "And you are willing to fight for his dream, and I admire this. We all do."
Littlefoot didn't knew who were the "we" she was talking about, but he was listening to her. She approached, and she nuzzled him, and he welcomed this "There will be danger on this journey ahead." She continued "We will give you what you will need to fight these dangers. And don't worry, for you will be not on this quest alone."
She said, and then she left him. Littlefoot opened his eyes.
Littlefoot found himself laying in the ground, into his nest, right next to Grandma and Grandpa, who were still sleeping soundly next to him. Littlefoot blinked a few times as he raised his head, his sleep disappearing almost immediately.
It was a sleep story? Was the thought into his mind. It all indicated it had been just a sleep story. However, Littlefoot did not felt as if it had been just a sleep story. It seemed to be more than that. It made him feel strange. It had seemed much more real than anything else had ever felt, and he could still remember every single detail with perfect clarity.
And also, there was this… feeling, as if there was something far too important behind it to be just a sleep story.
Littlefoot thought a while more about it, when something in the sky called his attention.
The young longneck looked up, and he saw something flying into the sky. It seemed to be some flying rock. It had some blue shine, and it had called his attention. For a moment, Littlefoot remembered about the time they went after that "stone of cold fire", and he looked at it as it was moving across the sky.
However, it seemed to have something different about that stone. He felt that there was something far different from that stone to the rest of the stones. And it seemed only to be confirmed as he saw that it was moving slower, as if it was slowing down purposely. And it moved down, as if it was going to fall into the Valley. However, by the way it was slowing down like that, it seemed more that it was going to land.
And else, the stone itself made not a single sound as it was moving down, and yet, Littlefoot felt as if it was somehow calling his attention.
The young longneck looked at it as it lowered itself gently somewhere far from his nest. He looked at the place it had landed into, and noticed the weak shine that was coming from that area. It seemed to be shining in his direction, almost as it was calling to him, inviting him to go closer. At least, it was the sensation that Littlefoot had, deep inside of him.
Looking back at his grandparents, Littlefoot saw both of them sleeping and snoring softly in their nest. Well, it could not hurt to just go there and check, right?
With this thought, Littlefoot raised up, and got far from his sleeping area, being careful not to wake up Grandma or Grandpa. When he got far enough, he started running in that direction, to the direction where the shine of that rock was coming.
Littlefoot passed by some rocks and by some fields on his way, as he passed in direction to the place the shine was coming. It was a bit farther away than he thought and he was worried that he could maybe not come back soon. However, something inside of him told him that he should go there, as if something was waiting for him.
Littlefoot walked a while, before he finally sighted the shine, coming in from behind some other rocks, with formed a circle around it. Littlefoot climbed over the stones, and what he saw next made his jaw drop.
There was the flying rock, and it was shining. But the shine did not came from the rock itself, it came from the blue flames that were around it. The flames circled and danced the stone, which was different form an stone Littlefoot had ever seen, since it had some kind of shine on it's own, and the stone had a completely smooth surface, almost as if it was hard water. And it was floating lightly around the ground, almost as a flyer hovering above the ground.
Littlefoot stared in awe at the amazing display in front of him. He got lost as he watched it, and he almost dropped from the rock he was standing into, and recovered by very little, and he carefully returned to the ground, where he could continue staring at that rock. Littlefoot dared to give a few more steps forward, and he came near the rock.
Oddly enough, he felt no warm coming out from the rock. He even ventured to put the tip of is tail inside the flames, and he found out that they were cool. They were almost cold.
That was when it occurred to Littlefoot. Could that one be… a real Stone of Cold Fire?
Littlefoot looked at it, and then, the flames seemed to diminish, and the stone itself seemed to be pulsing. Littlefoot approached a few more, and then, something stranger happened. The stone itself seemed to be melting, and turning into some silvery water. This water then moved in Littlefoot's direction.
The longneck gasped, and he gave a step back, but the liquid stone came into him. It started enveloping around his neck, and it started modifying its shape into his neck. It was not hot, just a little warm, and it seemed to be moving by its own around Littlefoot's neck, forming shape over it.
The water enveloped itself around Littlefoot's neck, and then, it seemed to be hardening again, forming a shape around his neck, still covered with weak and cool blue flames. Soon, the thing had hardened completely, and the flames had gone off. Soon, it there was the strange thing that now was around the base of Littlefoot's neck.
The longneck was bit stunned, and then, he looked down. One advantage of having a long neck was that it allowed you to move your head around, and to look almost every part of your own body, save for the back of your own head. Littlefoot could easily see the thing that now was on the base of his neck.
It seemed to be some sort of circle around his neck, made out of the material that now was hard. It circled the base of his neck, and seemed to hug it from all sides; thought Littlefoot felt absolutely no kind of pressing or discomfort coming from it, almost as it was not even there. Littlefoot looked that at all angles his neck allowed him to, and in the front of it, there was some short of image, or it seemed to be. It was carved into the thing, and the image seemed quite curious. It was a treestar and over it, right over, was what seemed to be a sharptooth's tooth.
"What is this!?" Littlefoot said to himself, looking in awe at the strange thing that now was on him, and wondering what was the point of it. That was when he heard voices.
"I think it is that way!"
Littlefoot panicked for a moment, when he heard voices coming on his direction, and he immediately dove behind a few rocks, which covered him completely. He heard steps as the voices came closer to him.
"I don't see it." Said a female voice, and Littlefoot stayed hidden, listening carefully, as a stronger voice, a male's one, said "I'm sure it is around here."
"So, where is it?" said a third voice, another male, this one very closer. Littlefoot recoiled into the rock, hopping that he was going to pass without begin noticed.
"But, the amulets say that… wait…" said the other male voice, and Littlefoot heard heavy footsteps, coming of big paws, into his direction. There were a few moments of silence, and Littlefoot thought for a moment that they had gone away.
That was when one of the rocks was raised from the ground, and Littlefoot looked up, and he gasped loudly.
The one that raised the rock from the ground was the biggest fastbiter that Littlefoot ever saw in his life. It was as big as Red Claw, and it looked down at him with his smart eyes. It then said "What have we here?" and it had spoken in perfect Leaf Eater!
Littlefoot stared at the immense fastbiter, shaking like a leaf, and the big predator looked at him very intently, as if it was evaluating him, and he said again "Well, now that is quite interesting." As it approached the big face and maw, full of razor sharp teeth, of Littlefoot.
The small longneck recoiled in fear, pressing his back against the rock, and then, the big fast biter said "Oh, relax, little one." He said "I'll not hurt you. Matter of fact." He said, raising one clawed hand, and he showed something on his claw, which was very similar to the thing that had around Littlefoot's neck, it was made from the same smooth and shining material, and it had the same symbol of a treestar with a sharptooth's too over it.
"I think we all have a lot to talk about." He finished, offering a kind smile to the longneck, who only looked at the big fast biter.