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LBT Fanfiction / Lost in Nightmares
« on: June 20, 2020, 04:23:48 AM »
Author's Note: Well, well, well... what is this you see? Am I really continuing a story you thought was already done? To tell you the truth, I've always wanted to return to this world and continue the storyline I started last year. When the opportunity presented itself, it seemed like the perfect time to make a comeback. For those that have read A Grief Observed, I hope you'll find this just as good, if not even better, but I'll let you be the judge of that. All I can really say is that I'm very pumped up to get the following chapters out as soon as possible. Just to be clear, you do not have to read AGO to understand the plot in this one, although it is recommended you have read the prequel.

Disclaimer: words in italics stand for flashbacks.

Summary: Continuation for A Grief Observed. Adapting is not always like a walk in the park. For Shorty, it was twice the trouble to make it to the finish line with his innocence intact. But what if the damage has already been done and irreversible? This is the next chapter in the life of a lost soul who found redemption in the most unlikely place and turned over a new leaf as a result.

Link to FF page: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13620926/1/Lost-in-Nightmares

This story is for the Gang of Five June 2020 prompt challenge.



Chapter 1:

Bron tried to block the slight heaviness and quiver in his chest and allowed himself to rock on his heels. He avoided eye contact with his deputy, fearful of letting his emotions get the better of him. He had not been brought up to be a leader and now that the duty had been forced on him, he was always careful enough to have a positive outlook.

If his companion noticed the signs of doubt he showed no sign of it. ''No doubt about it, something must be done. We lost six last night circle and the recent cooperation between predators and the vultures responsible for sabotaging our food supply has everyone on the edge. Moral is dropping and the more vocal protesters have even started to question the legitimacy of the leadership. I fear a revolt is inevitable.''

That did not surprise Bron. People who allowed emotions control how they behaved would eventually cost the lives of others around them, and that was something he wasn't about to permit. ''Let it be clear that I will not force anyone to remain here against their will. If they have made their decision to leave, then their fate is out of my paws.''

When he received no reply from his deputy, Bron decided to continue uninterrupted. ''Make no mistake, Arlo, I'm not saying we abandon them completely. We need each other more than ever. Our solitary days are coming to an end, and we must adapt.''

''As you will, leader,'' Arlo said. ''But may I remind you of our little project, the contingency plan in case something goes wrong? You know how it peeves me to leave things unfinished.''

''How could I forget? You've been reminding me of that since the raid we suffered from few days ago.''

''Doesn't hurt to be practical, no?''

Being overzealous did, though. Bron was glad to have someone by his side who knew more about management and inspiring people with words. Arlo was also one of the more skilled and experienced in the herd. If there was to be a fight, you'd want him to guard your back.

But Bron knew better than to rely on brute strength and devil's luck alone. Wounds would heal in time, but there was no cure for being a pompous moron and he flat out refused to let arrogance cloud his judgement.

You'd think that it wouldn't take a lot to win the confidence of those who followed you. Just tell them what they want to hear, keep them content and don't let them accidentally kill themselves. But there was more to it, far more. You had to inspire them or they'd find someone else to fill that spot.

It usually ended in one of two ways: either they made the right decision to oust an incompetent leader, or they'd end up killed by following a false one. There was too much to lose in either scenario and since it was too big of a gamble, Bron didn't even consider it. What he did consider was placing competent people in positions that suited their talents, and for those that did not fit the criteria, there was always something else.

At first, Bron had been little skeptical about such approach, but Arlo had vouched that nothing bad would happen as long as everyone did as they were told, and so Bron was forced to consent. It was not that he didn't trust the longneck to do his job, rather that not all were as trustworthy. But Arlo had a plan for that, too.

''Why not place trusted members in key positions around the herd? Some to watch the border, others to mind the more menial tasks. And for those that are left? Well, they'd make themselves useful by reporting any dissidents that may one day possess a threat to the herd, and should they opt to oppose you one day, we'd know in a heartbeat.''

Some might have considered that a massive violation of privacy and even betrayal – Bron included – but it got the job done, and since Bron didn't have any alternatives, he'd allowed it, although begrudgingly.

It turned out to be an effective measure. Now that Bron didn't have to worry about potential insurrections within the herd, he could focus full-time on keeping them happy while he let Arlo handle the more clandestine operations he couldn't be seen performing.

''No, it doesn't, and your approach has worked out so far.''

''I'm glad we agree on that, leader,'' Arlo said, with a hint of mockery.

It was the first time since the start of the conversation did Bron look Arlo in the eyes. Even now he stood at attention, even though Bron had forbid such formalities when it was just the two of them. Dark gray with prominent brown eyes, Arlo was a large specimen even by their standards. After all this time Bron was still unable to tear his gaze away from the deep scar that ran down diagonally across his entire visage.

Rumor had it he'd suffered a nasty blow while in mock combat that left his right eye completely blind, but that wasn't the only one. More prominent theory suggested he had earned the scar in a fight against three predators twice his size. Bron didn't know how much of those rumors were actually true or if they were complete fabrications, and since Arlo had refused to speak about it, Bron had to respect his decision and make no mention of it.

''Please, Arlo. I've told you already that there is no need for such formalities while it's just us. You can drop the act.''

Arlo merely laughed. ''Force of habit, leader. It can't be helped.''

Bron caught the glimpse of distant figure out of the corner of his eye when he was about to reprimand Arlo for the hundredth time. He turned to acknowledge the new arrival. He had an idea who it was, and was not at all surpised to see the familiar face he'd wanted to see. There, standing right at the edge of the glade and overlooking the valley below, stood none other than his foster child, Shorty.

He should have suspected him to eventually seek him out. Shorty had been craving for his attention for some time now, but due to his status as the herd leader, he had little time to spare for leisure time. Bron kept faith that once things settled down, he'd have more time for the small longneck. It wasn't too long ago that their relationship was anything but professional.

Shorty had been left an orphan after the catastrophic earthshake struck the world with such ferocity it appeared all hope was lost. Bron had been searching day and night for what remained of his estranged family, when he'd met Shorty and dozen other children with him. By some miracle, some of those children had later been reunited with their lost families, while the more unfortunate had quickly been adopted by childless couples. Everyone except Shorty.

The night after the herd had been amassed, Bron had taken Shorty away from the rest of the herd to talk privately about his upbringing. It had become clear fairly quickly why the child was so disheartened and lost. Bron had lost numerous friends over the years, some of those even from his childhood and moving on had not been easy. But it was different with Shorty. Whereas Bron had retained his father and younger siblings, Shorty had lost it all in a very short period of time. Such a loss was beyond devastating.

Looking at Shorty, Bron was suddenly reminded of his own history and the wonderful times he'd had the pleasure to see. He'd lost his mother early into his life, and not a day went by that he didn't think of her. By now, he was more or less over it, but there would always be a hole in his heart that could not be mended. Soon he'd been plessed with a mate and unborn child of his own, but what came after had torn it all apart. He prayed that somewhere out there his own child was still alive, but there was no way to be sure of it.

Bron had come to the conclusion long ago that he'd likely never see his dear mate again, and when the news of her passing had been uncovered, he'd started to lose the last of his dwindling hope. Azura was something else, all right, unlike any female he'd ever met. Her first impression of him was anything but pleasant when Bron had accidentally pushed her into a pool of mud. It was a complete mistake on his part, and had Azura been least bit vengeful, she would have killed him.

''Look at what you did, you dimwit!''

Bron was like in a trance. He could hear the angry words, the meaning behind them and the murderous look addressed to him when she received no apology or even a word out of Bron for that matter. Without another word, she left him there gaping like a fool. Lost in thoughts, Bron chased after her, completely oblivious to the looks he was receiving from everyone else.

She must have heard him approach, for she turned around and regarded Bron with disdain and a hint of mild curiosity. She was likely expecting him to finally apologize for his behavior, but had that happened, it would have been another story entirely. In the end, Bron had only managed to antagonize her further with one simple, yet gauche question.

''What's your name?''

It became eerily quiet. No one spoke for a long time, it almost seemed like everything around them had simply vanished without a trace. Without warning she swung her tail around and smacked him hard on the face. ''Seriously? Is that all you have to say?''

Bron didn't dare to follow after her once she practically ran away from the scene, one of her close friends right on her tail.


Right now, Bron could honestly say it had all been worth it, and it hadn't taken long before admiration replaced pain, like it had never been there in the first place.

Their relationship gradually began to improve once Bron finally mustered enough courage to apologize for his rudeness, and once she let go of her initial hostility against him, a whole another different side to Azura surfaced. They still fought from time to time, but would always make up in the end. Then the day came when Bron had asked her to become his mate. She'd been rendered speechless, which Bron was sure to savor to the fullest while it lasted. At the end of the day, both their families had rejoiced the new union, and Bron couldn't had been more happy.

They were much simpler times, but now they were just memories of the life he once had. Bron had taken his childhood and early adulthood for granted, and now they would never come back again. Everyone would get only one chance, after all, and Bron had consumed and lost his sooner than he would have liked. Now there was no more time for childish games or the like. He had a job to do, and an important one as well.

Too many looked up to him to even consider failing. They'd surrendered their lives for him to keep alive, and whether or not he'd make good on that promise he would do his very best or die trying. His father had always said it was better to get busy living than busy dying, and he'd taken that to heart. How he missed the wise old longneck with every passing day, but there was no reason to wallow in the past.

Shorty had still not moved from his spot, visibly apprehensive to take another step. Bron nodded encouragingly at him. At last, Shorty seemed to understand he lacked the time for now and he disappeared beneath the wild vegetation and out of sight. He'd have to talk with Shorty about it later and ask forgiveness. Before he turned away, Bron noticed three young longnecks – all of them around Shorty's age – come into view and make their way through the growth, following after Shorty while smiling ominously.

Bron did not like how it felt, but he could not do anything about it right now. Maybe he was merely imagining it, but there was something eerily sinister in the leading child's eyes, like it was almost predatory. Bron had seen that kind of sight only twice in his life.

It was the feeling you had when something bad was going to happen.



Shorty felt trapped. He swayed on his feet while his mind raced through all the possibilities. Uncertainty and self-doubt sweeped through the length of his elongated body, desperate to find answers. He felt worthless and unappreciated, like everyone around him seemed to think so. Apart from Bron, that was. The truth may have been hard to face, but there was no running from it.

What happened with Bron only few minutes ago was like a punch to the gut. Shorty was so afraid of the possibility that even his father figure was starting to harbor similar feelings towards him as the rest of the herd did. But as quick as the thought came up, Shorty dismissed it. No way in hell was Bron going to start ignoring him over something so trivial and unfounded. He'd been nothing but supportive and as a result, the only saving grace in the herd.

Shorty knew the reason why he couldn't spare as much time for him as he used to. His position as a leader demanded his utmost attention all the time, and he couldn't be blamed for something out of his reach. But still part of him wanted to hate Bron for it. It was immature of him, but Shorty could not afford to ignore his feelings anymore. Sure, his new life was not as bad as it could be. He had everything he could ever want: safety, food and the like. It wasn't the problem.

The real problem was that everyone outside of Bron seemed to view him as nothing more than a loose end. They'd change the topic every time they'd see him lurking about, and Shorty knew they were whispering things about him behind his back. Things that no one in their right mind would ever dare speak. And when he confronted them about it, they only hated him more. He was the pariah of the herd, a person that was generally despised by even those that had done far worse things before joining.

The cold truth that no one wished to say was that they didn't know him at all, and therefore had no right to judge him based on wild rumors. All they did was jump to conclusions, and Shorty was tired of being branded a freak of nature. Shorty stomped the ground, and mud flew all over the place, some of it even splashed on him, but he did not care. He'd have to take a bath on his way home.

Home. It was a foreign word, one that did not hold any meaning to him. He had a home once, a real home where he was welcome any time. But it had all been taken away from him. Maybe the reason why he was despised and distrusted by the herd was because they didn't know anything about his past. The only one whom Shorty had opened up to was Bron, and even he knew only a fraction of the full story.

He had been unable to speak about his past with Bron, in spite of of how much Shorty trusted the grown-up. He had no desire to think about those awful days of his life, when food was scarce and he had to keep one eye open every night whilst he slept. Some days he couldn't even bring himself to fall asleep because of how terrified he was. Shorty wanted to bury that part of his past for good. They were far too painful to relive.

But Shorty wasn't stupid. He knew that Bron at the very least suspected there was more to it, but out of respect had decided it was best not to pry. That had increased his appreciation for the adult, and made Shorty solemnly swear that one day he'd tell the full story in detail.

He sighed and started to get up. There was no point in staying here and waiting for something interesting to happen. Watching his own reflection had gotten terribly boring within few minutes. Perhaps he ought to use this opportunity and take the bath right here and now. It would save him the trouble for not having to do it later, and he'd still have some time before settling down for the night.

Before he could jump in the water, there was a loud rustle behind him. It seemed something interesting was about to happen, after all. Just not the kind Shorty hoped for.

''Well, well, well… look who we have here, guys,'' said a crude voice that instantly made Shorty's blood run cold. He recognized the voice.

A lone longneck emerged from the shadows and started towards him, displaying a wide grin. He was little taller than Shorty and much more bulky. Either the child liked to exercise or was just born with extremely good genes, Shorty didn't care at all. He was the last person Shorty wanted to see today, least of all here.

From behind him came two more longnecks, exchanging knowing looks and making faces at each other. Shorty had hoped it was someone else, but to his misfortune, he'd gotten the worst scum in the world.

''What, pray tell, are you doing here all alone, Shortsy?''

Shorty wished to be somewhere else. He'd heard more than enough about the awful nickname the trio had made for him. Most definitely not out the goodness of their hearts. He refused to acknowledge their presence, but that would only make them try harder to get under his skin.

''What? Can't even talk anymore? Are you that pathetic?''

''Shut up, Buck,'' Shorty said, swallowing hard.

''Hey, the little hatchling does speak!''

Buck turned away and burst out in laughter, gasping for air. ''Good one, Willow!''

More laughter. They certainly were enjoying every second of putting him down. Or as they liked to say, ''Putting the freak in his place.''

''But for real, what is a freak like you doing in this herd in the first place? You don't even have a real family, or friends for that matter,'' Buck said, mockingly.

''I hear he's so smitten with the leader that he's desperately hoping for solace from him. It's pathetic, really… I don't understand what he sees in you. You're nothing but a weakling.'' Willow continued.

It hurt to hear those words, but Shorty was damned if he was going to give them the satisfaction. Everything that came out of their mouth was load of rubbish. Although the third one in their group hadn't yet said a word, but continued to laugh with his peers. Shorty's rage was replaced by curiosity. He stopped to pay attention, furrowing his brow and releasing it in bewilderment.

The boy whose name he did not know, suggesting that he had joined up with Buck and Willow only recently, did not look entirely comfortable in their presence. It almost seemed like he was forcing himself to act a certain way to please his new friends. His body language may have expressed open hostility, but the look did not quite reach his eyes.

If only the same could be said about the other two. Shorty was afraid he'd revealed his true emotions, but when Buck and Willow did not take any notice, he sighed in relief. Asking for them to pay attention was a lost cause, apparently.

After another hurtful comment, Shorty could not take it anymore and started in the opposite direction, his bath long forgotten. But he couldn't block out the hurtful words from reaching his ears.

''Heck, maybe your mother didn't love you either, for she's not here to defend her precious little freak of a child!''

Something inside Shorty snapped, and before he even noticed, he was sprinting at full speed at Buck, more enraged than ever. His nostrils flaired, eyes protruded and muscles quivered. Shorty didn't know where the sudden strength came from, but one minute he was staring Buck coldly in the eye, and in the next he was towering over him while the bully lay on the ground, crying in pain.

For Shorty, it felt like an eternity passed before he was pulled away by the boy he did not know. There was no sign of Willow anywhere, and the boy directed him away from Buck with surprising gentleness. Shorty followed his gaze and only then did he realize the true extent what he'd done.

While Buck had been hollering insult after another just few moments ago without a care in the world, now he lay silent at Shorty's feet, breathing weakly while fresh blood engulfed his entire face and dribbled to the ground. Shorty looked down at his feet, and sure enough, they were covered in blood. Somewhere in the distance, a loud cry echoed through the valley.

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Gamers Zone / The Untold History of Arkane
« on: May 31, 2020, 03:39:17 AM »
Arkane Studios, a game developer known today for the excellent Dishonered and Prey games, worked with Valve in 2006-2007 to develop a spin-off game for Half-Life 2 titled Return to Ravenholm. Unfortunately, like so many other Valve projects, the game eventually ended up in a junkyard and Arkane Studios moved on to other projects. Now, however, the Noclip channel, which makes crowdfunded game documentaries, has made the game studio an excellent documentary, The Untold History of Arkane, in which several people who worked on Ravenholm are heard and a long clip of its alpha version is seen.

Based on the documentary, Return to Ravenholm would have been a very interesting game as it would have continued the story of Adrian Shepard, the protagonist of the original Half-Life Opposing Force add-on. In the game, the player would have used a magnetic gun instead of a gravity weapon, which would have acted not only as a weapon but also, of course, as an aid in solving puzzles.

The documentary, which explores the entire history of the game studio as well as other canceled projects, is definitely worth watching as a whole, but if you directly want to see what the Ravenholm game would have looked like, you might want to jump around 33 minutes in the video below.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4kdqwdbZZ8

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Gamers Zone / Crackdown
« on: May 30, 2020, 01:26:57 PM »
Previously released on February 20, 2007 for the Xbox 360 console by Realtime Worlds along with the Halo 3 beta, this game has a special place in my heart. The plot of Crackdown is pretty simple: a dystopian metropolis is suffering from increase in crime rate and these criminal syndicates have taken control of its three main territories, and they are armed with military-grade weapons that make it difficult for law enforcement to combat them. This is the part where the player comes in association with a secret organization known as the Agency. Summarily, your objective is to eliminate the city's organized crime by yourself. Normally, you would likely consider this a pretty hard feat to accomplish, right? Except that you're no ordinary human, but a modified human being called the Agent.

As the game's name might suggest, this game is all about blowing stuff up and shooting your way through hordes of enemies while unlocking special abilities by collecting various orbs, which in this case are upgrades to make your character even stronger and harder to beat. But what really made this game for me was the amazing gameplay and by extension, the ending of the game, which turned out to be rather different than I'd initially believed. For a game that takes approximately few hours to complete, it's quite the impressive piece in the gaming industry.

Many have compared this game to Grand Theft Auto and Saints Row in the past, and while the game takes inspiration from these well-known and renowned titles, Crackdown did something completely different by having the player be a videogame version of Superman, in a sense. The third-person camera was very much needed for this game, for it is quite fast-paced and chaotic at times. The first Crackdown game offers not only singleplayer, but for more team-based players it has included cooperative gameplay up to two players. While I did not get to experience the multiplayer that much, I had fun times playing this game solo and I definitely recommend it for anyone that likes games like GTA or SR.

Unfortunately, since I haven't played any of the other titles, I can only give my thoughts about the original game. Appreciable fact is that this game series left a large impact on the open-world genre. I really liked the aspect of unlocking skills and becoming more powerful, and achieving a higher level of freedom as you become more powerful, and this game is one of the few that did this outstandingly.


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LBT Fanfiction / Ballad of Endless Remorse
« on: January 28, 2020, 10:57:38 AM »
Author's notes: Well, on contrary to my asserted claim that I would try to write the new prompt before the official month began, sadly I couldn’t live up to the expectations as I suffered from a serious lack of motivation after having completed the December 2019 prompt. But now, I am once again back in the game since the situation with being motivated has improved dramatically. Confession time, I wasn’t really enthusiastic about this prompt, but I’m rather satisfied with the results and I hope that same conclusion for you as well.

Disclaimer: As you might have grasped, the words in italics stand for character thoughts.

Link to the FF page: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13487818/1/Ballad-of-Endless-Remorse

Remorse is the punishment of crime; repentance, its expiation. The former appertains to a tormented conscience; the latter to a soul changed for the better. - Joseph Joubert



Ballad of Endless Remorse

Pterano couldn’t help but grin widely when he saw the sweet basis of his reprieve stand right in front of him, which managed to make his life in the barren wasteland a little more preferable to his liking. It seemed that life truly had quite the extraordinary evolution to yield preferred surprises for unsuccessful beings like himself.

Fate was a real dilemma that continued to burden the orange-brown flyer as time went by, so he made sure to enjoy this moment to the fullest.

As the sweet and soothing water flowed down his aching throat, Pterano’s thoughts began to run wild in a senseless motion. This was, after all, one of the few moments he could have time for himself in a lonely place such as the Mysterious Beyond, so naturally the occasion was a rather hit-or-miss opportunity.

Ever since he had been banished to a life of solitude away from the valley until five Cold Times had passed, he hadn’t had much with taking it easy. Which only obliged him to savor this moment until the end. He couldn’t be certain when the next chance would arise for such complacency to present itself to him.

He laid his eyes on a lonely bush standing at within short distance of the small stream he’d been occupied with for the last few minutes. He approached the bush and took a handful of leaves from its branch and began to devour them with a restrained performance.

I suppose it’s better than nothing, after all. I may not get another chance like this in a while. Better to take full advantage of it and not be picky.

He couldn’t help but pause for a short while when a ponderous expression emerged on his face. He closed his eyes and sniffed the remaining treestars contently. The scent reminded him of the Great Valley’s very own luscious landscape he’d had the privilege to be at for a short while.

But it didn’t take long until his focus turned to the task at hand. His destination wasn’t far away from here, and he’d likely get there before the day was over. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a hint of trepidation when he thought what might befall him in the near future.

He had thought about abandoning his original plan and instead journey to somewhere else. Perhaps he could’ve found a sympathetic herd that would be willing to take even someone like him among them. But he was aware of the fact that he had to do this or  he would likely spend the rest of his life in eternal shame.

He scoffed at the mere thought of forsaking his promise and go back on the decision made long ago. It would’ve been foolish to turn back now when he had come so far. Not like there were many in the world that awaited his return, and the world was vast and dangerous for a lone flyer like him.

He might’ve had a slight advantage to predators who lurked mainly on the ground side, but there were many more threats out there than mere groundwalkers. He sighed deeply in reminiscence that the only breaks he had been allowed to use were those that he was certain wouldn’t lead to his death once he landed to sleep for the night.

It had been very helpful to have someone watch his back, even if his former traitorous flyers, Rinkus and Sierra had caused him nothing but headache. Throughout his life, he had always had at least one person to rely on during his journeys to the unknown, but that was a benefit he couldn’t utilize any more.

Five Cold Times were too long to spend all alone, and he suspected that not many would wish to see him even after his sentence would be fulfilled. He had long since accepted this cold, but harsh truth. It would likely take a very long time until anyone would be willing to trust him again, if that ever happened.

It was a real tragedy just how long it had taken for him to realize what a despicable creature he was at heart. He suspected his own family had their own qualms when it came to forgiving him for the past mistakes he’d caused. He knew that he wouldn’t ever forgive himself for everything that he had done. His failures would likely haunt him to an early grave.

Pterano sighed and tried to stop the vivid images from destroying whatever dignity he had left and focused on perhaps the only person who would be awaiting him to return.

Petrie… I hope that one day you can find the strength in you to forgive your idiotic uncle.

He took one last gulp from the stream and stood up straight. There would be little point to stay here any longer than was necessary. He stre his wings to relieve the stiffness in them, then rose into the air once the familiar feeling had returned and headed to the land that was the starting point of his heartbroken existence.

And Pterano desperately hoped it was for the last time he would step foot in that hellish place in his life.



As the sight of his destination loomed on the horizon, Pterano began to feel that familiar tingle of uneasiness again. It mattered little how long it had been since he’d last visited this place, it still managed to make him uncomfortable.

But he promised himself that this time would be different. His purpose here was clear and he didn’t have any intention to slither away from this opportunity to finally make things right in the world. He had failed miserably the first time and he wasn’t about to let that same mistake repeat.

Pterano circled around the familiar landmark, and kept a close eye on any hint of movement among the rubble. Last time he had been caught off-guard when he hadn’t been careful enough of his surroundings. That past failure only reinforced him to make sure it didn’t happen again.

Closer inspection only brought up further proof that this place wasn’t inhabited, but he knew how wrong one could be when they observed from afar. His mind made up, he started to descend slowly that could enable him to quickly pick up speed once something didn’t go according to his plan.

But as more time passed and everything still seemed to be quite serene, Pterano began to suspect his earlier nervousness had been completely unwarranted and merely a deterrent made up by his fragile mind. Nevertheless, it was best to stay cautious and a few more laps around the plateau wouldn’t hurt.

The place had certainly changed over the years, and he even believed to be accidentally in the wrong place for a minute, but his suspicions were laid to rest once he saw the rather gruesome sight awaiting him.

All around the plateau, there were bones littered around in a messy formation, and to his anguish, Pterano knew exactly to whom those very bones had once belonged to.

The flyer couldn’t help but cringe intensely at the sight. He certainly didn’t believe that the place would be nice and tidy for him, but no amount of willpower could have prepared him for this. And the worst part of it was that he was the only one to blame for this tragedy.

Pterano finally touched down onto the surface, but remained vigilant in case an unseen threat would suddenly leap out of the shadows at him. It felt like an eternity had passed before he made any attempt to move from the spot he’d been rooted to. Being careful often did reward people by allowing them to keep their life in the end.

He started across the tract of land once he had gathered enough self-confidence to stay on the lookout while simultaneously observing his surroundings. He hadn’t got a chance to really take it all in previously, only a mere glimpse was he allowed to see before things got troublesome.

Throughout his journey, Pterano had assured himself that by coming here to see the carnage that he had indirectly caused, would he finally be able to move on in life after paying his respects to his fallen herd members. Were they really here, they would likely curse him to death for all the suffering he had inflicted.

But he didn’t anticipate just how difficult it was to be back here again. It hurt him more than anything else in his life before. Trying to put it into words was hard enough, but the flyer was certain it would likely feel similar when a sharp object was thrust into his beating heart while he slowly bled to death.

Only to experience it all over again.

The silent nagging thought at the back of his head didn’t make things any easier for him as Pterano moved his gaze from one morbid sight to the next. The once proud herd he’d lead was now nothing more than a scrap of remains at his feet.

He turned his head to the nearby cliff overlooking the patch of green below. It seemed to almost invite him to leap and simply let the gravity do its job only to ultimately end his miserable life. For a moment, he thought about how it would feel, to purposely throw yourself into peril and never look back on that decision.

Pterano shook his head and slapped himself hard to stop such self-destructive thoughts like that before they took control. He sat down at the edge of the cliff and watched the ground below him with a wistful expression. Self-loathing quickly took over as he recalled what exactly had happened in this very spot.

The flyer closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He could still remember every last detail about the tragic event as he watched one of his herd members fall to their end while all he did was close his eyes and turn away from the sight like a coward.

And to think that I nearly allowed it to happen a second time… I truly am a tragic and despicable creature doomed to walk this world only to bring more misery.

Just as Pterano was about to proceed, he began to hear peculiar sounds emanating somewhere behind his back. He quickly turned to look what may have caused the sound and where it could’ve come from. But as the sound grew louder with each breath he took, he still couldn’t pinpoint the exact location.

Pterano mused that there could’ve indeed been someone here before he had arrived, but why would they wait until now to reveal themselves? If this force turned out to be a hostile one, why didn’t they attack him when his back was turned to them?

None of it made any sense.

Pterano could only think of one reason why they hadn’t attacked him when he was most vulnerable: they wished to have fun with their catch before moving in for the kill. It certainly wasn’t unheard of, but neither was it common to run into such confrontation.

The uneasy sensation started to become more intense, and Pterano was now certain they had to be right on top of him. But the part that made him awestruck was that he still couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

This is starting to become far too weird for my liking. Perhaps I should just leave while I still have that chance…

But before he had a chance to open his wings, a strange shadowy figure started to slowly emerge in front of him out of thin air. The shape of the figure most certainly resembled that of a dinosaur, but that was all he could assess about the pattern of the shadow.

But as the shape became clearer by the second, Pterano couldn’t help but gasp loudly when he recognized the figure. By all means, it should have been impossible for this very dinosaur to be here right now. After all, he’d witnessed her life being snuffed out by the chasm long time ago.

Yet the living proof stood right in front of him. Pterano was grateful for the water he had consumed earlier, because he was certain that had he not got the privilege, he wouldn’t have been able to get a word out.

When the flyer finally found his voice, his tone was filled to the brim with overwhelming astonishment.

’’How… is this possible? How could you possibly be here, alive?’’

But instead of replying to his question, his former herd member narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth. If a look could kill, Pterano was certain he’d be lying on the ground right now. The accusative glare felt like a beam burning through his head, but when she finally spoke, there was nothing else present in her tone but resentment.

’’You did this to us. You killed us.’’

It felt like a lifetime until the words finally registered in Pterano’s mind, and he frowned in reply. At first, he was certain he’d misheard the sentence altogether, but all his hopes were crushed as he heard her pour out the next words that likely could’ve paralysed him.

’’We trusted you with our lives, and you betrayed our trust. It was a mistake to trust you in the first place. We should have believed what the others tried to tell us all along. But like blind fools, we took in every word you told us.’’

She didn’t give Pterano a chance to respond.

’’Our very existence was doomed from the moment we started to listen to you,’’ she looked down at her feet. ’’We truly wished to find the legendary Great Valley so that we could live a life in peace from all of the madness in the world. It would have been our sanctuary.’’

She raised her head and narrowed her eyes at him. ’’But all of that is now in ruin. Now we will never experience a life worth living for, never will be see our children grow old and lead happy lives. Our very dreams have been destroyed.’’

She pointed her finger right at Pterano. ’’You took everything away from us. Even our very lives.’’

Pterano couldn’t listen to this absurdity any longer, and promptly opened his beak to counter all of the horrible things she had just said.

’’That wasn’t what I intended at all. I truly wished to lead this herd into the valley so that we could all live there together in harmony. I admit that I made many mistakes during the journey, but I did my very best to lead you!’’

She only growled in frustration and didn’t seem to have listened to a damn thing Pterano had said.

’’You didn’t do anything to help us. You practically allowed us to die while you flew away like a coward. And you dare call yourself a leader?’’

The temptation to fall to the ground was almost too tempting to ignore once Pterano felt his legs grow weak. But that would ultimately prove her right about him being a weakling, and Pterano was simply too stubborn to allow that.

’’What do you want me to say? That I’m a coward who fled when times got rough? You couldn’t be more right about all of that, but I have learned much from my past mistakes and it is for the very reason to make peace with my past that I’ve come here today.’’

She scoffed. ’’You’ve come here to make peace? Do you have any clue as to how much we have suffered? How long we have been awaiting for your demise? You have no idea what it is like to spend every moment in pure agony.’’

She gestured around them. ’’This place keeps us trapped in here. We cannot leave and join our loved ones.’’
Pterano’s tough façade was starting to crumble as she went on with her hurtful words that couldn’t be more true, even if Pterano tried to suppress it to the best of his ability, it proved to be complex.

Which was something that did not go unnoticed by his former herd member.

’’Look at you, the once ’brave and glorious flyer’ is nothing more than a weakling in the end,’’ she grinned menacingly. ’’But now we will finally have the vengeance we deserve. You will not leave this place unscathed, now that we have you exactly where we want. This is a chance we’ll not give up for the world!’’

’’We? What do you mean by that?’’ Pterano managed to squeak out a weak reply.

She laughed eagerly. ’’Has time truly weakened your feeble mind enough that you don’t see what has been right in front of you all this time?’’

To say that Pterano was confused of her reply could’ve been considered the biggest understatement of the season. Her words definitely had a meaning behind them, but he could not determine what exactly it was.

Then he saw it.

All around him, more faint figures started to form out of thin air, adopting the shapes of every kind of dinosaur that once belonged to his herd. It didn’t take long for them to start showing the exact same aggression that he’d experienced by the female not long ago.

As more profane comments came his way from the surrounding dinosaurs, Pterano did his best to silence them. The task was easier said than done as the continuous streak of insults only continued when they started towards him.

’’As you can see, Pterano, none of us have left this wretched place. We are doomed to walk this unholy land for eternity.’’

Pterano forced himself to turn away from the mass of dinosaurs and instead focused his attention to the supposed ringleader.

’’Please… I did what I thought was for the best!’’

She merely scoffed indifferently. ’’You did nothing to help us. Because that’s who you truly are, Pterano. A coward, you’ve always been one and you will remain one forevermore!’’

’’I’m aware of the fact now that I never was a good leader to you. But why can’t you see that I’m trying so hard to make amends and become a better flyer?’’

’’Let me ask you something, you miserable excuse for a flyer. Do you even remember the names of those you abandoned to death?

Despite how hard Pterano tried to recall all of their names, he couldn’t. He had always been so focused on his goal that he hardly paid much attention to his herd when it didn’t involve matters such as handing out specific instructions for them to follow.

’’Well… I-’’

But his reply was cut short when the female bellowed. ’’Just as I expected. You never cared about any of us. For you, we were just means to an end.’’

’’That’s not-’’

’’I’ve had enough of this. Everyone, move in now and crush this pathetic murderer!’’

All Pterano could do at that moment was scream as the horde suddenly dashed in his direction at the female’s order. All notions of escaping immediately evaporated from his mind as he crumbled to the ground and closed his eyes, awaiting for the bitter end to eventually consume him.

The flyer put his wings on his ears to cover the approaching footsteps and hurtful comments directed at him, for all the good it did. He felt his tears slide down his beak, but he hardly cared about keeping up the façade when it was already ruined.

But then he frowned in confusion as he realized something.

He expected to feel plenty of pain once his former herd would tear him to pieces, but he didn’t feel or hear anything for that matter. Despite that, Pterano still didn’t dare to open his eyes. He used his wing to carefully reach out all around him to probe if they were in fact still here.

But he only found the cold touch of the wind on his wing and nothing else. Pterano finally dared to uncover himself and open his eyes, but the sight that awaited him only managed to confuse him even further.

There was no soul in sight.

What… what was that? I heard and saw them clear as day… and now they’re just gone?

Pterano slowly stood up from the muddy ground and looked down at his feet. It only caused more confusion to arise as the only footprints he saw in the vicinity were his very own.

Then it hit him with a force enough to rock his balance and he had to momentarily sit down to collect his thoughts.

Could it be that I saw something that wasn’t ever really there? Am I going insane? Could that be possible?

All the evidence he’d gathered heavily suggested that this theory was the most logical one of them all. It certainly wasn’t completely unheard of for dinosaurs to start seeing things that were not really there, but Pterano was always convinced that those stories were nothing more than fabrications.

Or could there be another explanation as to what just occurred? Pterano wasn’t sure what he really thought had happened, only that it he had seen it as clear as day. None of this could be considered normal by any standards.

Once the feeling in his legs had returned, he hoisted himself up and sighed. There was no more need to stay here and lose his mind thinking about what he’d just uncovered. However, this event would have to be kept private from now on.

If he one day managed to find a herd that would be willing to take him in, it wouldn’t do well to paint himself as a crazy flyer wit delusions.

Pterano had never believed in supernatural things, but what he just saw in the ravine was a clear indication that perhaps they did exist in some form. He quickly rose into the air and began to pick up speed.

Not like this trip was a total lost cause in the end. Now that I’ve seen this place for the last time, this huge burden has been lifted from my conscience and I can finally continue to live my life.

As Pterano headed off into the sunset, he couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his lips. It was probably the most genuine one he’d had in a while.

I do not know where fate shall take me, but that’ll be up for the Bright Circle to decide. All I can do is move forward and remember what it took to get to this point.

And he would be content with whatever decision happened to fall upon his path.

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LBT Fanfiction / Breaking Strain
« on: December 06, 2019, 11:03:48 AM »
What a convenient day it is to release this prompt, as today happens to be the celebration of Finland’s independence from Russia. My original plan was to release this during the weekend, but why not do it now when an important day is here? :)

The time has come to once again proceed with the prompts, and I must confess that I’m very eager to write stories on the distributed themes. To let everyone know, I plan to participate in every last one of them, but we will see how well or long I can honor that promise. However, let us not get ahead of ourselves by making plans for all of the prompts right now. In fact, I determined that the best solution for me is to take one at a time, and to start off the new prompt season we have a rather interesting subject on our hands—Exploration.

This particular idea came to me almost immediately, and I knew I had to write a story about it. For your information, this specific story was actually inspired by another author’s story, which was The Haunting Shadow by Sovereign. So for that, I would like to thank him for giving others a chance to expand upon the plot of presenting the Gang as a tad older than people are used to. These types of stories are often either hit or miss, and I hope that this was the former. Moreover, this story is also set in the same universe as my at the moment nonexistent longfic that does not have a release date yet set, but rest assured, that day will come. It’s effectively work-in-progress right now.


But not to worry, there won’t be any major spoilers displayed in the story, as it is effectively standalone one. Nevertheless, there are clues as to what you can expect to appear in my longfic. I actually initially thought about doing this story without any connection to another story, but later decided against that as this is the exact type of writing that I yearn for. Anyway, I believe I have taken enough of your time already by composing this rather superfluous explanation and background. Without further ado, I bid you pleasant reading period and hope you enjoy what I’ve put together.

’’Success is an act of exploration. That means the first thing you have to
find is the unknown. Learning is searching; anything else is just waiting.’’ -Dale Dauten



Breaking Strain

The brownish flyer twirled around with painful uncertainty, anticipating the opportune moment to rush into the nest once he received the confirmation from the healer. All of his instincts screamed at him to go through the entrance, but his earlier chat with the healer cut short his motion.

He recalled her exact words were, quite literally, working better undisturbed. Petrie let out a deep respiration of air in an effort to subdue his steadily accumulating concern whilst trying to pass the time as he waited patiently. He respected the healer enough to discourage himself from invading her in working environment—but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

The second he received word that it was alright to go in, he would surge into the nest in order to soothe his distressed and extremely ill mate. It would take a lot more than one pissed off healer to keep him away from his beloved. He felt someone gently grasp his shoulder, and he recognized the masculine voice.

''My dear nephew, concern does not look good on you,'' Pterano said. ''Calm yourself for her sake.''

''How can Petrie calm down when Alya on brink of death?'' Petrie huffed and crossed his arms against his chest.

''You do not know that for certain, Petrie. The healer is not even done with checking on her yet. Give it time, nephew.''

There was a hint of veritability in his uncle’s words. Hardly anyone besides the healer would know the condition of his mate, but those countless nights filled with disquieting thoughts about her possible death had tormented his spirit to the brink of collapse.

He inhaled and replied, ''Me guess you right, uncle. It just so hard.''

He turned to Pterano and was delighted to see that uplifting smile on his wrinkled face, the one he always wore when he was young. His old age was most distinguishable from  his features and how he carried himself. ''Petrie can’t help but worry.''

''Do not fret, my boy. If there is one flyer who can heal your dear mate back to normal, it is old Ester. She is one of the best in her profession,'' Pterano said.

A feminine voice rang. ''You’re one to talk about being old, Pterano.''

They turned to the entrance and saw a slender amber-eyed bluish flyer watch them with hands on her hips, her intense glare directed at Pterano.

Before Pterano had a proper chance to respond, Petrie quickly stepped forward. ''Alya, she okay?''

Ester’s glare softened and she grimaced. ''That’s something we have to talk about, but you may go in now. I will have a quick word with your uncle before we speak.''

That was all he needed before he indifferently pushed her aside with his wing and rushed inside.

The interior of the nest was a rather small one for a young couple to settle down, but they made do with that they had. The ceiling was at a slightly lower level in comparison to the now defunct nest he had lived in his childhood up until reaching maturity.

He spotted her lightly verdant frame lay down on their resting place, eyes closed and seemingly asleep.

What a pity. He would have liked to see her pretty hazel eyes gaze at him with deep affection and inaudibly demand he stay with her for good.

Perhaps the healer had given her a dose of something for the unending pain she was in, and for that he couldn’t be more grateful. Seeing his mate in anguish while he could not ease it was most likely the worst thing he could imagine.

Petrie tenderly caressed her beak, rubbing it slowly and adoringly, just like the way she always enjoyed. She was the most beautiful thing in the entire world to him. When she didn’t react to his actions, he concluded that she was indeed asleep, her soft breathing reverberating in a graceful manner. Petrie backed away from her so as not to awaken her from her slumber.

He turned around when he heard Ester finally emerge from the entrance, apparently done with berating Pterano. Her gaze lingered on his mate for a bit, then shifted to his black ones.

Petrie nodded once, then turned to look at his mate once more. She without exception appeared to be even more attractive when she was asleep. Although considering the circumstances, he would have liked for the situation not be so miserable.

His mind registered the sound of gentle footsteps approach, but he didn’t acknowledge the healer until she stopped at his side.

Her muffled tone finally made him snap back into reality.

''I know it is hard, but you must remain strong even if the future looks bleak,'' Ester said. ''Believe me, I know exactly what it means to watch someone you love wither away in front of you.''

Petrie shook his head from side to side. ''It not make it right.''

''No. It doesn’t,'' Ester replied while she put a comforting hand on his wing. ''But there is good news. Your mate still hasn’t collapsed like so many others. She still has a fighting chance, and you know her better than I ever will, but I’m sure she would not leave this world without a fight.''

That was very true. When it came to fighting, Alya could even resemble the most aggressive threehorn if she ever happened to fall to that mood. He would know that, for he was one of the more unfortunate ones to encounter her long ago. She had changed so much since then, but that fire still burned brightly.

Her being in this state was nothing sort of distasteful.

''If that be the good news, me hate to think of bad news.''

Ester winced. ''That is what I wished to speak to you about. Her condition may be stable for the time being, but that will soon change.''

''How soon?'' He could not help but wince himself.

''Sooner than I would like,'' Ester said. ‘’If I would have to make a rough estimate, I would say few days at the most before her condition will become worse, and I fear she might not have long to live once we get to that point.''

The revelation was more than enough to reduce him to a sobbing mess, and he likely would have crashed on the ground if not for Ester’s prompt movement to ease him down. He could not stop the torrent of tears that escaped from his eyes. The healer’s gentle words of comfort didn’t make him feel more at ease, albeit he appreciated the gesture more than he let on.



It never was a good sign when even the person in charge started to lose hope. The Great Valley was simply unmatched by the sheer tenacity of the illness that threatened to fragment the very principle of their existence. Anyone could say as much when they took a closer inspection of the disheartened faces that made the valley’s governing body.

The sentiment was not lost on Littlefoot as he moved his gaze back and forth from one participant to another in a prolonged motion.

To an outsider, it may have come across as if the longneck was sizing them up, but the reality was something else entirely. To them, it was a sign of utmost trust in each other and their abilities as prominent members of the council—an non-verbal communication, one might say.

To this very day, Littlefoot was at a loss of words on how the hell his grandparents managed to fulfill the role of leading an entire valley with such stunning efficiency. Perhaps he would never figure that one out himself.

''Without a doubt, we are in a precarious position,'' Littlefoot said. ‘’The main priority right now should be to contain the situation while we still have a say in that.''

A murmur of general agreement rose, yet nobody seemed eager to continue. When Littlefoot noticed that everyone else still had their attention on him, he decided to cut to the chase.

''Every day, more and more valley residents are starting to fall ill to this sickness and we are in a desperate need for a way out of this mess.''

He turned to the flyer on his right side. ''Go ahead, Glide. Tell them everything you told me this morning.''

''Very well,'' Glide said. She was a rather small-bodied flyer with pale skin and enigmatic black eyes that suggested she was capable of anything, the hardness in her eyes certainly hinted at that possibility. Despite that, she happened to be one of the most experienced healers in the entire region, so naturally Littlefoot was more than grateful for the support she could provide.

''Let it be known that while the situation is stable for now, the situation will likely turn worse as days go by. Pain and moving difficulty often start out of nowhere within a few hours, but one symptom generally lags behind the other. After the initial stage, the pain reaches severely uncomfortable peaks. Once that is underway, you can hardly move while fever continues to rise at a swift pace. Eventually, it will lead to death when the remaining strength runs out.’’

Everyone in the assembly began to wince when they heard the severity of the symptoms associated with the disease, and Littlefoot himself couldn’t help but flinch even if this was his second time today to hear the troubling news.

Glide continued. ''And to make matters worse, no cure has been found. All my healers can do is ease the pain for the time being, but it is already clear that the sick likely won’t survive for long.’’

A gruff voice spoke amidst the assembled group. ''Is there even one?’’

The speaker was Charger, whom was a disciplined threehorn in charge of the valley’s protection. He was solidly-built with tan skin and matching yellowish-brown eyes. The decision to transfer the position over to him had been a spontaneous one indeed, but after the catastrophic incident caused by the former occupant turning to all-out war, certain measures had to be taken to ensure the continued survival of the valley.

Ever since assuming the position, he had proven himself to be more than qualified in his task, much to the delight of many valley residents, Littlefoot included.

Glide shook her head. ''None that we know, our knowledge on the matter is scant and decent at best. However, I’ve heard rumors of a collection of flyers who have firsthand experience with this issue. If there is someone who can solve our problem, it’s them.’’

''And where exactly are these flyers? Shouldn’t we be talking about sending a group out to petition for their help instead of wasting  precious time?’’

Littlefoot turned his attention to the last person in the meeting circle. It was an oldish greenish colored flyer—Marmo—who blurted the question. He didn’t know the flyer on a personal level, but if the rumors about him were true, he was a cunning tactician and a fiercely protective individual who had lead dozens of conflicts in the past and wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself to save someone’s life in peril. In fact, Littlefoot was counting on that these rumors were indeed true.

Glide did not wait to voice her agitation. ''Because, their supposed habitat isn’t exactly in the most peaceful place. In order to get there, you must first pass through the Depraved Barrens before you reach your destination. That part alone is already extremely dangerous.’’

''Supposed? Do you mean to tell me that you are basing this as an assumption rather than genuine information?’’ Charger chimed in.

The female flyer sighed. ''Don’t take it for granted. Those were rumors I heard in my early years as a healer. They could very well be baloney.’’

''It’s a risk I’m willing to take,’’ Marmo said.

''Likewise,’’ Littlefoot nodded approvingly to Marmo. ‘’It is our last hope to save our valley from inevitable devastation.’’

Glide and Charger still seemed reluctant to cooperate, and in a way Littlefoot was too. But he didn’t dare admit that out loud. If he wished for the others to take his plan seriously, he had to establish that he believed it was the best course of action. Anything less and his proposal would likely go to ruin, and with that potentially even the entire valley.

''Something on your mind, Littlefoot?’’ Marmo asked.

Damn. The flyer was observant as ever.

''Indeed there is. I have a plan that requires a great deal of courage and sacrifice to turn this desperate situation in our favor.’’

They all leaned in to listen, although Littlefoot noticed only Marmo was truly interested in the subject.

''My proposal is this: we will send a group out to find these supposed flyers and bring them back here to help us before things take a turn for the worst.’’

''That’s a very desperate plan,’’ Marmo said after a while, then nodded. ''And just the one that may work. I say we go for it.’’

''I still think it’s a bad idea,’’ Glide said. ‘’There are so many things that can go wrong.’’

''But it is our only chance,’’ Marmo argued. ''If we don’t do this, we are sure to lose even more of our people to the sickness. I don’t know about you, but I will not stand idly by and watch that happen.’’

''And that is the very reason I have decided to ask you to lead this dangerous mission, Marmo,’’ Littlefoot said. ''Out of everyone else in the entire valley, you have the most experience in the Mysterious Beyond. Not to mention, if flyers take this mission, they are sure to accomplish it far sooner than any groundwalker.’’

Marmo rose up as soon as Littlefoot had finished. ''You don’t even need to ask. I would be more than willing to lead this expedition.’’

Littlefoot smiled in appreciation. ''I’m glad to hear that, but you must not go alone into peril. You’ll have a better chance of success if others come with you.’’

The flyer bobbed his head in understanding. ''Most certainly. In fact, I already have potential candidates in mind for this little operation,’’ he directed his gaze to Glide. ''I would be grateful if you could provide us with information both on the Depraved Barrens and these flyers you speak so highly of.’’

''Alright,’’ she replied almost warmly. ''But don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’ll have your work cut out for you.’’

''If that is all, this meeting has concluded,’’ Littlefoot announced.

He received three nods in reply, and without delay, Glide and Charger began to depart from the scene. Littlefoot noticed that Marmo had not yet left, and directed his curious gaze to him.

''Is there something you need, Marmo?’’

''More or less,’’ the flyer said. ''You see, I only now recalled that one of my nominated flyers is severely ill along with his entire family. I am sure I can get the rest of them up to speed, but I will need one more volunteer to compensate for our loss. Have anyone in mind who might qualify for this mission?’’

When he was about to answer, Littlefoot heard someone approach with utmost speed. He turned to the new arrival and to his surprise, it was none other than his dear friend, Petrie. By the look of things, he looked alarmed by something and that made Littlefoot worried in return.

''Petrie? What is going on?’’

The flyer panted in a heavy manner, as if he had just flown throughout the entire valley. The young flyer regained his breath and started towards Littlefoot.

''Littlefoot… Alya sick. Really, really, sick. She need help, healer Ester say she not survive for long.’’

Littlefoot’s heart shattered. He had spend time with both of them a few times in the past and to hear her condition had only gotten worse since last visit, made him really depressed. If Ester had spoken to Petrie about Alya’s imminent demise, then she was more than likely correct in that regard.

Just then he remembered that Marmo was still standing behind him, looking mildly stumped and little sad at the development. He recalled the flyer’s issue with needing backup for the planned journey ahead, and instantly knew who could provide that very help.

He shared a glance with him and said, ''You did say you needed one last volunteer, right? I believe you may have found him.’’



Petrie blinked his exhausted eyes when the sight of the Depraved Barrens emerged from behind the mountain. The entire flight had taken the group two days with only minimal chances of respite allowed, so he was more than glad to see the journey reach the final point.

After his rather unexpected intrusion in the meeting circle, Littlefoot had introduced the elder flyer named Marmo and the mission they were about to attempt.

Petrie recalled what he knew about the flyer. Marmo had been part of a special flyer group responsible for numerous engagements deep behind enemy lines. In fact, the group quickly proved itself to be one of the most potent creations made by the valley council, and Marmo himself had lead it ever since it saw its first light.

The idea for such group had been completely unheard-of until it was suggested by one council member in an effort to topple the opposition they faced couple of seasons ago from their rather unexpected adversary. That was the extent of what the general public knew about the group and its operations, albeit Petrie suspected they were used in other matters besides that, concealed away from the denizens of the valley. One could only know the entire truth if they were part of the group. Which Petrie was not.

He did not have to think about his decision until he had already volunteered to take part in the mission. No matter how much more Petrie would have liked to ponder on the issue, they were approaching the point where things would get more serious and every flyer would need to be on their guard.

He heard the elder flyer whistle very loudly for his age. In fact, the flyer seemed to still be in his prime despite the fact that he was approaching the point where most flyers had already retired to their nests for the remainder of their lives. It only enforced Petrie to respect him more for his resilience.

''Alright, everyone,’’ Marmo called out. ''This is it, remember the plan; we go in nice and easy, grab what we need and depart before anything bad can occur. Thanks to our healer friends back in the valley, we know what we are looking for.’’

He paused and looked each of his subordinates in the eye—a very deft maneuver that no doubt was a testament of his trust in each and every one of them. ''I’m not going to lie, this won’t be as easy as I had hoped for. Stay vigilant, if you see anything weird, analyze the situation and act accordingly.’’

''If all goes well, we’ll be on our way back home in no time. And if not, well… it was nice knowing all of you.’’

That was rather blunt and straightforward as ever.

Petrie swallowed the fear down his throat and focused on the current objective; be on the lookout for anything peculiar until they reached their destination on the other side of the region. The land below was as barren as the name of the land suggested.

As far as the eye could see, Petrie saw nothing that could have even remotely looked like a spot where a group of flyers with special knowledge about healing would reside.

He hoped when the time came to meet them, they would spot the difference between potential friends and adversaries, but he would not count on that. Out here, anything could happen so it was always beneficial to keep a clear head, expect the unexpected and adapt to that situation. Before he could reflect more on that, he heard one of the flyers shriek in alarm.

''Heads up! I see something heading our way, directly beneath us!’’

Sure enough, a shadowy figure started to emerge from under them. Surely they had not found them already, for that would have been too good to be true.

And when something seemed too good to be true, it usually was.

Marmo didn’t waste time giving the order. ''Keep your distance until we can identify them. Glide said that the flyers we are looking for supposedly have golden crests and slightly longer beaks with bizarre coloration. If you see something like that, report it immediately.’’

Petrie made sure to keep his attention divided on the strange figure for one minute, then everywhere else for another minute. He couldn’t keep them both in his line of vision, so this was better than focusing on only one and possibly miss something crucial. However, something about the way the flyer flew seemed strange; the altitude was lower than normal, and the figure appeared to intentionally slow down every few seconds or so.

As if they were…

He heard a sudden cry of pain behind him, and saw one of the group’s members plummet to the ground below, his wings cut and throat open. Behind him materialized another flyer—this one was black with blood-red eyes and slightly larger in appearance, his claws were painted red with blood.

His comrade’s blood, and the bastard smirked in triumph.

All became clear to Petrie at that very moment, the precise reason as to why the flyer from earlier had come across as odd.

One of the other flyers shouted out in alarm, ''Damn it! Ambush!’’

It had been a diversion to divide their attention long enough so that select few could sneak behind them and strike first while they had the advantage. And indeed, the group had been oblivious to the set trap moments before it was sprung.

Petrie quickly dived away as the black flyer attempted to sever his neck, narrowly missing the sharp claws of the flyer as he veered around for another run. Trying to evade the persistent flyer would only work so long until he figured out a way to bypass his defences and deliver the killing blow, or another flyer would come up behind him when he was occupied with his opponent.

Chaos erupted all around him as each flyer of his group attempted to shake their pursuers off and fight at the same time. If they didn’t manage to turn around the tide soon, it would be them who would die here. The black flyer came for yet another strike, but this time Petrie would meet him head on.

He once again dove to the side as the same flyer this time tried to cut his wings so he would plummet to the ground or lose his altitude enough for him finish off without much of a fight. He certainly would have met his end then and there had ne not succeeded in protecting himself.

The brown flyer lashed out with his own set of talons, and to his surprise, actually managed to find their target as he heard the black one cry out in pain. Evidently, they weren’t as good fighters on equal terms as they were in ambushing their prey before they had a chance to put up an effective resistance.

Petrie could not help but let out a huge cheer. ''You think twice before attack Petrie and friends again!’’

He saw the flyer starting to lose altitude due to being slashed on his wings before disappearing from his sight. Still, he would not let this brief moment of triumph cloud his judgment, the fight was still ongoing and to his delight, the tide was quickly starting to turn in their favor.

Amidst the chaos, Marmo managed to pick up the pace by striking two more flyers down. ''Don’t give the bastards any breathing room, not for a second!’’

How Marmo could handle himself against two younger, and perhaps even stronger flyers Petrie did not know, but his respect for the flyer only continued to grow as he saw him take down one more flyer and save one of their comrades from being overrun.

Still, the situation was not perfect. They had lost a few good flyers already and some even appeared to be severely injured. Those flyers had risked their lives by coming here and this was the outcome they faced.

It most certainly was a sticky situation to get out of in one piece.

Petrie only became aware of another flyer attempting a quick strike at him when he heard the angry squawk of the flyer moving in for the kill. He was already too late to properly shield himself from the impact, but before the imminent crash could occur, a greenish shape swept past him and impacted with the other flyer, their claws ripping the bastard’s throat into shreds.

An elderly voice roused him from his brief stupor. ''Hey, are you okay, Petrie?’’

Petrie looked at Marmo, awe in his face clear as day. He cleared his throat and said, ''Petrie okay. Thank you for saving Petrie from that flyer, me no know what came to me.’’

Marmo shrugged. ''Just don’t let it happen again. Letting your mind wander around here will get you killed, boy.’’

''Petrie be sure to remember that.’’

The battle was starting to look bleak, the enemy was simply too large in number for them to properly take care before the situation changed from bad to worse, and judging by Marmo’s expression he was aware of that as well. The remainder of the group congregated together, keeping each others backs covered while anticipating an attack from the enemy.

''The bastards are picking us off one by one, and we don’t stand a chance against them here. Therefore the best option is to-’’

Before Marmo had a chance to finish the sentence, a black blur emerged from behind the flyer, claws ready to strike. Numerous voices tried to warn about the impending threat behind him, but it was already too late to save him from the imminent doom.

The sharp talons pierced his back and exited through the front, blood spewing from the wound while Marmo’s expression turned cold. The black flyer indifferently pulled his claws from the inflicted cut, and carelessly hurled the elder downward.

The enemy flyer seemed to look familiar to Petrie, like he had seen him somewhere before. Then it clicked in his head, this was the very same flyer he had fought with earlier when the ambush was let loose on them. His inability to defeat the flyer had lead to one of his comrades being killed right in front of him, and it happened to be none other than his very own leader.

Petrie’s eyes went wide, he simply couldn’t comprehend what he’d just witnessed happen right in front of him. But there was no time denying the fact, now it was time to act and avenge their fallen leader.

He started towards the black flyer with stunning velocity, but whereas Petrie was eager to exact revenge, his opponent seemed rather bored at his action. Petrie hardly had enough time to react when the flyer veered away from the scene, leaving him perplexed over what had just occurred.

Petrie was very curious as to why the black one suddenly decided to turn tail and flee. He didn’t consider that for long, and started his chase, but a female voice made him cease his motion.

''Stop, Petrie! We have more pressing concerns than chasing one flyer!’’

He turned to her and was ready to start a fight with her if that’s what it took to resume his objective. But when he saw what the other flyers were currently occupied with, his momentum ceased in its tracks.

Petrie noticed that one of the slightly larger flyers compared to everyone else was carrying something on his back, something greenish that was moving weakly. He couldn’t make out the exact shape as far as he was, but the form looked familiar to him. Without thinking about it, he abandoned his earlier task, and dashed toward the group.

When he got closer, the form of the individual became clearer, and once he was beside the female flyer whom had shouted at him before—a neotenous reddish flyer with defiant eyes called Creon—he noticed why everyone was more occupied with their current task instead of chasing the rogue flyer like he was.

Marmo gasped as more of his blood began to flow out of his body, the wound looking even more nasty than before. Petrie simply could not understand how the elder was still alive, but he was nevertheless glad about that, so glad that he didn’t even take notice he had moved to the flyer’s side until he looked into his silver eyes.

''Leader… how this possible?’’ Petrie uttered.

When Marmo didn’t respond, Creon took the responsibility upon her shoulders. ''He is not a goner yet, Petrie. But if we don’t treat those injuries fast, he will be gone. The claws narrowly missed his heart, but his life is still in peril.’’

Another flyer joined the conversation. ''And what will we do now? Those flyers could be anywhere around us and this approaching sand cloud is only going to make navigating so much more difficult,’’ Petrie recalled the flyer’s name was Laru. His radiant aquamarine eyes moved from one flyer to another in an attempt to garner support from his peers.

''We can hardly even see the enemy before they’re right on top of us!’’

''How am I supposed to know that? I know as much as you do!’’ Creon snapped at Laru.

The situation was turning worse already, and they still had to figure out a way out of this mess and fast. The more time wasted here meant less time there would be to save Marmo’s life and make it back to the valley in time. And if they all perished here, there would be no help coming for the valley.

Just then, Petrie locked eyes with Marmo and the unspoken conversation between them made something snap inside Petrie. Their best hope was to make it out of the Depraved Barrens and to their destination before those flyers got eager for more blood, and it seemed like Marmo knew that as well despite being in a delirious state.

Petrie looked at every person in the group, and was disappointed to see that the unification they had created with each other starting to fall apart faster than he would’ve liked to. The enemy knew exactly how to cripple them and reduce them to a bloody mess; by taking out their leader whom called all the shots, and without a proper second-in-command, things would turn for the worse in a matter of minutes.

He knew what he had to do in order to save the group, but a doubt about his abilities still lingered in the back of his head. Despite that, he didn’t allow it to bother him when he made the announcement to the group.

''Everyone, we must leave now! Petrie know it hard, but if we work together, we can do it. If we want to survive this, we must get to destination and find flyers before it too late to save Marmo or others in valley!’’

Every flyer in the vicinity looked at him as if he’d gone crazy, and perhaps he had. He was asking them to accompany him on something that could potentially cause all of their deaths, but Petrie’s fears proved to be false as Creon encouraged everyone else to listen to his plan. Their combined effort seemed to finally snap all of the remaining flyers out of their stupor.

''You heard him. Move it or lose it!’’

As one, they carried on with the mission, with Petrie leading the charge into the unknown. Petrie resolved to get every last flyer out of danger, or it would be the undoing of everything they’d accomplished thus far.

Triumph replenished the fatigued group once their surroundings became more clear, and their destination appeared on the horizon. Few flyers even let out brief cheers, which was something that would have greatly humored Petrie and made him join them had the situation been different.

Petrie called the formation back to order, and to his surprise they listened to his call. He didn’t know what to make of his newfound position. Perhaps he possesed some qualities of a leader, but he could worry about that later.

There were no more cheers after that, every flyer was back in full-focus. It made Petrie smile in gratitude, in a scenario where their position would have been discovered by the enemy if they were too loud for their own good, would have been a very embarrassing way to go.

But even if the group’s burden had somewhat reduced after the earlier chaos and the unfortunate circumstance concerning Marmo’s state, Petrie could surmise with one look at his fellow flyers just how much it continued to eat away at them, and he would’ve been lying if he said he felt any different from them.

He would mourn for his fallen comrades once the appropriate time came, but right now he had a mission to accomplish and a group to keep alive. Nothing else mattered in the world.

The distant plateau became more clear once the group got closer. Petrie momentarily turned his attention to Marmo, who still lay motionless on the back of the same flyer. His eyes were closed, but Petrie could see him move every now and then, suggesting he was still alive, but that would not last if they didn’t patch him up soon.

They would have to gain momentum if they wished to see the flyer back on his feet once more and lead them to future assignments. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a group of flyers dropped from the sky behind them, the very same ones that had tried to kill them previously.

''Crap! They found us!’’ Creon shouted.

''Stay calm and keep flying,’’ Petrie called out. ‘’We reach destination before they catch us.’’

Petrie sincerely hoped his assumption on that would be correct, because if he made a vital mistake in calculation, it wouldn’t just be him that would pay the price.

The transparent factor was that while Petrie and his group held a notable distance to the their chasers, ultimately they had the advantage when it came to numbers they had at their disposal. That and they wouldn’t have to worry about keeping a slower motion in order to not leave anyone behind.

Given enough time, they would undoubtedly be overrun, unless they made it to their destination before that could happen. If these supposed flyers really lived here, they more than likely wouldn’t take kindly to anyone intruding on their home. All he needed was a minute or two to fully explain their situation, and they would be set.

He desperately wished his assumption was going to hit home, everything depended on that presumption. Even their very lives for that matter.

Then something happened that changed the entire upcoming skirmish.

The pursuers suddenly adjusted their direction back to where they originally came from, and when Petrie turned his curious gaze in that bearing to figure out what could have spooked them into retreating, he saw how utterly frightened they appeared to be.

Like they had no desire to pursue them any longer.

''What the… are you seeing what I am seeing?’’ Laru asked.

Creon and few others nodded. ''Sure did. They just… fled,’’ she turned her gaze to Petrie. ''Any idea why they did that?’’

As Petrie was about to answer that he knew as much as she did, a deep and resonating voice spoke behind them. ''Because, this is our land and they know not to violate our peace.’’

The group turned as one, and what they saw made their eyes go wide and beaks hung open in shock. A group of flyers, around as much as they had, encircled the group. These flyers had luminous golden crests, slightly larger beaks with rainbow coloration that reminded Petrie of the two rather mysterious rainbowfaces he had once known.

Petrie could hardly believe his eyes, and at first thought he was seeing things. But when one of the flyers came forward and seized his wing, all notion of it being a vision evaporated. They had found them, the obscure group of flyers were true after all, at least according to the description.

''You look like you’ve seen much, little one,’’ the apparent leader said. ''I am Liron, pleased to make your acquaintance. And your name is?’’

When he finally found his voice again, Petrie answered in a timid tone. ''My name Petrie.’’

Liron smiled. ''Then let me be the first to welcome you into our humble home, Petrie. What is it that you need? Surely you didn’t come all this way just to give us the time of day?’’

Petrie didn’t waste a second to explain their situation. ''We here to get you, Great Valley need help. Sickness destroy our home and Petrie told that you know how to fix it.’’

''Great Valley, eh? And sickness?’’ Liron shared a brief glance with his compatriots, almost like they were engaged in a non-verbal discussion with one another. ''Seems like that cursed illness has made its mark on the world again, and only we can help those in need of rescue.’’

Liron touched his shoulder and smiled. ''Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place,’’ he said, but his attention was drawn towards Petrie’s other companions and the flyer they carried with them. ''And it looks like you have an injured with you. Is he one of those infected with the illness?’’

''No, Marmo hurt bad by bad flyers on the way,’’ Petrie said. ''Petrie hope you can help him too.’’

Liron seemed to consider it a moment, then nodded. ''Then let us see how your friend is doing.’’

He cautiously started to approach the group, watching everyone with his sharp green eyes for any hint of aggression, which was something that made Petrie quite vexed, but chose not to show it.

Liron inspected Marmo’s motionless form for a while, then backed away respectfully. He turned to Petrie, and shook his head from side to side. ''I am afraid there is nothing we can do for him anymore. His wounds are deep, too deep for us to properly put together again. I am sorry.’’

Petrie’s eyes widened as did everyone else’s at the revelation. The very notion that Marmo was going to die was simply inconceivable and leave a massive hole in their very soul.

But if Liron had concluded there was nothing to be done, that would be the end of it. He looked to Marmo and saw him writhe in clear pain. Now more than anything he wished to ease the elder flyer’s suffering by any means necessary, even if that was to formally conclude his life.

Petrie went to his side, and laid a comforting wing on his own. Marmo’s gaze settled on him, and he could have sworn he saw a tiny smile form on his beak, but his focus centered on his eyes when he spoke to him in a gentle tone. ''Petrie… you did it. You did what I could not.’’

It was nothing sort of amazing that the elder still managed to find the strength to speak, this entire trip had been full of surprises and he was certain he wouldn’t be surprised by anything else anymore. ''But… Petrie fail to protect you.’’

Marmo shook his head. ''That wasn’t your fault,’’ he coughed loudly and small amount of blood dripped from his beak. Petrie quickly wiped it away, and the elder continued. ''I got careless, forgot where we were. I am the only one to blame for my mistake. You… managed to get everyone else here in one piece. The mission is a success because of you. I couldn’t think of a better person in charge of these flyers, but you.’’

To hear those words of encouragement from Marmo slightly managed to lift his spirit, but everything was far from alright. ''Me wish it not come to this.’’

Marmo nodded weakly. ''Aye, that makes two of us. But my life is ending, and yours is only starting. Your mate needs you more than ever when you return. Promise me; don’t waste this chance, Petrie. You will never get another one again if you do.’’

All Petrie could do was nod in reply, even if he wished to say more to him. Marmo’s strength was slipping away. He squeezed the wing of a flyer he had started to consider a father-figure. All around him, Petrie saw everyone else pay their respects for their former leader, while Liron and the rest of his group stayed on the side, giving them all the time they needed. They watched with sorrowful expressions before lowering their heads in respect for the flyer they didn’t even know.

That was probably the most thoughtful action he had seen in a while, and couldn’t be more grateful for the gesture. He made sure that Liron and the rest understood his gratiture by giving each of them an affirming nod. To his surprise, the rest of the flight group did the same, following his set example.

Yet another part he would have to reconsider once he got back home to his dear mate for well deserved relieve all of them certainly had earned.

As Marmo’s vigour diminished, Petrie didn’t feel ashamed to let his tears fall down his beak. Today was the day when one great flyer was put to eternal rest by his former subordinates, and no flyer would ever forget the sacrifice made to ensure the survival of the ones he cared for with deep passion. Seasons later, he would recall the unfortunate circumstance not as a tragic development, but as a necessary sacrifice that would not be in vain. The elder closed his eyes, and took his last breath.



From the entangled grogginess a subtle awareness pushed forward, and with that thoughts began to run wild in Alya’s mind. She turned her eyes away from the glaring sunlight, trying to gather some hint of sense to what was happening around her.
 
She recognized this place. This was her home.
 
Alya tried to move, but found no ounce of strength in her body, and settled down on the soft material that was the resting spot.
 
She became aware of another presence in the dwelling when someone gently touched her her wing. The way it moved seemed oddly familiar and pleasant.
 
''Easy, my dear,’’ a soothing voice said. ''You not okay to move. Rest.’’
 
Alya knew that voice.
 
''Petrie?’’ she called out.
 
She saw him come into view, he didn’t look any different from what she recalled. But she could never forget his comforting voice.
 
''Yes, it Petrie here,’’ he had that silly smile on his beak that she absolutely adored.

When she finally found her voice again, she spoke. ''What happened? I can barely remember anything after-’’

''That not matter,’’ Petrie interrupted. ''Rest now. We talk later, okay?’’
 
She reluctantly agreed. ''Alright.’’
 
He touched her face with his wing and began to rub it up and down slowly. She leaned into it, and pressed herself against him as best as she could. He laughed softly which roused her from hypnosis. ''It feel so good to see you okay. Me started to miss you.’’
 
''That makes two of us,’’ she said.
 
She opened her eyes, and saw numerous scars on his body. The sight made her gasp softly. ''Petrie, what happened to you?’’
 
He lowered his gaze down, then spoke melancholically. ''That long story, but it necessary for Petrie to save you.’’
 
From his expression and speech she was able to put two and two together. Something rather terrible had occurred while she’d been asleep, and that something had hurt Petrie deeply.
 
''Will you tell me?’’ she asked.
 
He sighed, but nodded in confirmation. ''But not now. You need rest, and Petrie need time to think.’’
 
''About what happened?’’
 
''That and something else,’’ he said and smiled softly. ''Petrie have new position in the valley. Me a leader of flyer group now.’’
 
Alya’s eyes widened a bit. ''You don’t say?’’
 
He raised his brow. ''Don’t believe Petrie?’’

Alya could detect a hint of mischievousness in her mate’s tone. ''Of course not, dear. I couldn’t be more proud.’’
 
''It not easy, but Petrie make it work. Me made that promise for friend.’’
 
Her interest in the subject increased two-fold. ''Friend?’’
 
Petrie closed his eyes. ''That part something Petrie must think about,’’ he opened his eyes. ''But me will tell you about him when time right.’’
 
She touched his face with her wing. ''Take all the time you need, dear. I will be there to support you all the way.’’
 
They touched their beaks together. ''So be it.’’



And that officially concludes my December 2019 prompt submission. I’m not going to lie, this is probably the first story thus far that I’ve completed even before the official time frame began, and for that I couldn’t be more ecstatic. Let’s see whether I will be able to keep this pace or if this was just the odd one out. To clarify to readers what exactly my main point was that I was trying to establish in the story, was that Petrie is a character that many wouldn’t dare believe to be a leader. Therefore, this story works as a way to show what a leader must be willing to do when called upon and understanding all that entails. I hope I managed to sell this idea to you readers as I’ve always wanted to experiment the more extraordinary events in fiction.

My plans for future stories right now include planning for the next prompt, so you can expect that to arrive at some point. You might have noticed that no one besides Petrie and Littlefoot from the gang make an appearance, and there is a rather valid reason for that—I can’t very well have the others appear here if they happen to unfortunately die in my longfic, so this was to avoid continuity issues. Furthermore, the flyers and the description of their species is in no way reference to any Dinosaur that I’m aware of, I simply just came up with the idea of presenting them as such.

For now, I humbly thank you for taking this opportunity to read more of my stories, and I will see you all next time.
:)

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Starday Wishes / Happy Starday, ImpracticalDino!
« on: November 18, 2019, 02:24:58 AM »
Happy Starday to you! I hope you'll have a good one (even if you don't celebrate it).  :birthday

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Attic Treasures / Halo: Oblivion
« on: September 18, 2019, 10:36:19 AM »
Well, if there is one book I am looking forward to reading, it would definitely be the upcoming novel, Halo: Oblivion. By now most people would probably know that when it comes to Halo I am a massive fan, so this topic shouldn't really surprise anyone anymore. On the more serious note, the novel is set to be released on September 24, 2019 so it is not that far away. Even if I have already pre-ordered the book on Amazon, I think I am going to also purchase the audiobook narrated by probably my most favorite person of all time, Scott Brick. If there are any other active Halo fans on the forum who are always looking for a good book to read, I wholeheartedly suggest this upcoming book as Troy Denning is a brilliant sci-fi author in my opinion. ;)


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LBT Fanfiction / A Grief Observed
« on: September 15, 2019, 12:33:09 PM »
A Grief Observed

The sweet, joyful laughter echoed throughout the valley. The noise engulfed those within the radius, completely capturing their attention to focus on the shouts in the distance and rendering any logical thought or conclusion practically impossible. However, the clear winner of the loudest one ever was known practically by everyone in the small longneck herd and it made the grownups and children alike smile in delight.

The younglings had often heard from elders that it was their duty to look after others once the previous generations had passed away to the Great Beyond, where all of their lost relatives and friends were waiting for them to arrive. That is if you actually believed in such things. One such small dark green longneck didn't yet have the understanding or wisdom that many grownups had. However, the elders also say that one should enjoy their childhood to the fullest, because before you even became aware, it would be over in a flash. Just memories gone by.

Shorty's laughter was always distinct compared to the other longnecks, as it almost sounded like he had an odd spluttering laugh whenever he found himself laughing too hard. Shorty burst out laughing with tears streaming down his face when he saw the most entertaining sight in front of him that resulted because of the group's current game. His gaze was completely focused on two of his friends' forms on top of one another. It was simply too perfect to miss out on.

''Hah! Look at the two of you! You look absolutely ridiculous like that!''

The only thing he received from the other two longnecks were series of angry grunts and hoots. Finally, one of them couldn't bear the taunting any longer.

''Cut it out, Shorty! This is not funny at all! And for the ancestors sake, Dorne, will you get off of me right this instant?''

Dorne snarled in reply. ''That's not as easy as it may look, Mena! I can't exactly move when we are intertwined with each other, you know? Besides, this is totally your fault!''

''My fault? What makes you say that?''

''If you hadn't jumped in my way, I would've had Shorty for sure! Thanks to you he still hasn't been caught and now we're in this mess!''

Shorty grinned. ''You know, Mena, he has a point there. You totally did do that.''

The female longneck sighed. ''It obviously doesn't matter much any more. Seeing as we're stuck.'' Her intention had been to catch Shorty before he would vanish among the thick vegetation around them that made their playground. Looking for him there would've been next to impossible feat to achieve, his coloration would only make things harder for the both of them. Inside her she felt nothing but deep frustration at herself for making such a foolish decision when her partner clearly had the upper hand. But not like it mattered much now. Mena called to her other partner on the other side of the meadow.

''Shorty, when you're done having fun at our expense, could you come and help us out of this mess, please?''

Despite his intent to sit this one out and watch them get rid of each other on their own, Shorty couldn't do that to his best friends. They would do it for him, after all. He called back to the female in a calm tone to reassure them that help was on the way.

''No need to worry, you guys, I'm coming.''

''Finally… I almost thought I would have to spend the entire night here with her,'' Dorne cried.

Mena put on a fake face of shock and anguish. ''You mean, you don't like me?''

''Eugh, no way. And you do realize that I know you're faking it, right? Fooling me like that would've worked seasons ago, but not anymore. You're gonna have to try harder to get me to feel sorry for you.''

She raised an eyebrow. ''Is that a challenge?''

''Maybe.''

Mena grinned widely. ''Then that's one I will gladly accept! If I win, you will have to admit that I'm far better in this game than you. Can your ego handle that, Dorne?''

Dorne snorted. ''Lose to a girl one like yourself? There's no way that's ever going to happen. Fine… if that happens, and that's a mighty big if, I will do that. But, if I win, you're going to be the one to find my lunch for me for the rest of the season. Deal?'' Dorne was sure that he would triumph against her. He would let nothing get in his way of winning.

''Deal.''

Their companion rolled his eyes in clear tediousness. ''If you two are quite done, can we get you out now or tomorrow?''

Both of them blushed in embarrassment of dismissing their current problem without any care in the world for a brief moment, much to the dismay of Shorty. It was an early noon, the air was cold and wind strong. Shorty could feel the cold wind hit his face as he and his friends sat down briefly to rest after having fun almost the entire morning. They weren't the only ones enjoying this day to the fullest, other children were playing nearby on the various parts of the valley as their parents made sure to keep a watchful eye on them in case of any trouble decided to suddenly pop out of hiding.

The children chased each other in circles, parents busy with both watching out for their children and catching up with others about any current matters that interested them. As for Shorty and his friends, they were too drained to join the others in their fun, so they opted to just sit back and watch them play with each other. All the while chatting with each other about almost everything they could think of.

Of all the things in the valley that Shorty loved the best was definitely the vast amount of space it offered to its inhabitants. It wasn't only an ideal place to rest and settle down, but also a very good place to play all sorts of games with the other kids of the herd. But if there was one thing that came in a close second, it would be that he got to share it with his family and friends whom meant the world to him.

One of the first things Shorty remembered about this place when he saw it for the first time was the aura of peacefulness that it radiated. Truth be told, he was only a small child back when they first arrived here and therefore couldn't remember much about it. His mother was always more than glad to tell him about their journey and all of the wondrous things they saw on the way to this beautiful patch of land.

There were nights when Shorty would just gaze upon the night sky for hours to no end. He would listen to the many sounds of the night and the soft snores of his family to ease his mind. Furthermore, on several occasions his mother would allow him to stay up a little later than usual to tell him marvellous tales of their kind. He always loved that part of her that was willing to bend the rules for her only son to make him smile. His mother often told him that he should smile more, as he looked very handsome according to her.

Shorty couldn't help but go down the memory lane, back when he felt the most happiest he had probably ever been. Not saying that their current period wasn't just as happy as their previous ones. By the ancestors... where had all of that time gone to? To Shorty it felt like it happened only a few days ago, even though in reality it happened a long time ago.

''I hope you kids are enjoying your time.''

The trio's thoughts were cut short by the clamorous but gentle voice. It was a voice that they all recognized. Shorty, however, didn't need to turn around when his mind had already registered who was behind him.

''We're good, thanks,'' Mena replied warmly with Dorne nodding in agreement with her. The adult longneck's gaze switched to Shorty, and she smiled at him lovingly.

''How are you doing, my dear?''

Shorty smiled at his mother. ''I've never been any better, mother.''

She replicated the gesture and gave him a brief nuzzle, one that he initially shied away from out of fear that his friends would make fun of him, but after seeing that neither was focused on them, he quickly reciprocated his mother's action. ''That's good to hear indeed,'' she said.

''Why are you here?''

His mother smiled again at his reaction to her sudden arrival. ''I came to pick you up, we have things to do today.''

If one were to say that Shorty was confused, they wouldn't even come close to the truth. ''We do? What things exactly?''

She laughed softly but not in a judgmental manner at her son's obvious lack of remembrance of their discussion this morning. ''You really don't remember? You promised to help me clean the nest today. In fact, I recall you practically begged me to have you help me do it.''

Shorty finally grasped what she meant by that, and the utter shame and humiliation was simply too much for him to accept. How could I have forgotten about that? He mused.

How he wished he could just disappear off the face of the world right now and come back when everyone had forgotten about his stumble. Maybe his head really was sometimes up in the sky puffies like his mother would say once in a while.

''Mom, I'm so sorry. I just…'' But any apology quickly died down his throat when he saw his mother smile fondly at him. At that moment, he knew he wasn't in any real trouble, which somewhat lifted his spirits up a notch. Still, he would likely receive some form of reprimand later. He had a funny feeling in his stomach that would surely happen.

''No need for apologies, my dear son. You do have a very selective memory.''

Shorty heard his friends giggle at that remark, and it caused him to plush severely. ''Mom… stop it. You're embarrassing me in front of them.''

''That's what we mothers do, son. We love to make life difficult for our dear children. Perhaps one day you will realize that when you have children of your own.''

''Mom…''

''Fine, I won't embarrass you too much for one day. I have many more seasons to do that.''

His friends giggled once more, but it was Mena, who finally dared to open her mouth. ''Oh, I can't wait to see that. It'll be glorious to witness!'' Dorne nodded in agreement, unable to keep his giggling under control.

Shorty could only growl in anger, the tables having been turned on him when quite recently it was he who was laughing at his friends expense. I guess this is what I deserve... what goes around comes around. Finally, his mother's voice brought him back to the present.

''Well, I hate to interrupt, but we really must be going now, Shorty. Say goodbye to your friends, you'll see them tomorrow again.''

He nodded to his mother's departing form before quickly turning his gaze to his friends. ''Well, see you guys later!''

They both nodded in reply. ''Will do,'' A teasing grin appeared on their faces. ''Have fun!''

Shorty let out another growl in their direction as he started to follow his mother. ''I'm going to make the two of you pay for that one!''

Mena grinned triumphantly. ''We'll see about that, Shorty.''

The green longneck groaned loudly and heard more guffaws as he left the area in a fast pace to both catch up to his mother's distant form and put some distance between him and his friends. Shorty had a way of walking that made him seem perpetually in a hurry, but in this case it was pretty much warranted, anything besides his current speed would only make his mother more inclined to keep him confided to the nest for the whole of tomorrow, a would be missed chance to play with his friends, so naturally Shorty did the exact opposite of what most children might do in this situation.

He still saw his mother was some ways away from his current position, so he changed his fast walking into full-blown running to catch up to her lest he make her accidentally upset. He covered the uneven ground with a great lolloping gait that even made Shorty almost cease for a moment to reflect on how fast he was going. Each one of his mighty strides brought him closer and closer to his destination, with the slightest of effort he ran even more faster until he finally reached his mother, sweat dropped from his forehead. He leaned against her for a brief moment to catch his breath, something that made the female smile softly and Shorty gave the biggest grin he could ever muster. She nodded in acknowledgment, he could feel how his heart begun bouncing madly due to his sprinting. He had probably never run in such manner before and one time was enough for him to consider some other option in the future.

Their nest was built on a gentle rise that sloped gradually away on every side, in front of the wide plain, dotted with huge trees, and on the verge of their nest, a medium-size lake where Shorty had spend a good chunk of his early childhood playing all kinds of games. These fields were home. Perhaps one had to go far away to appreciate it, seeing the everyday beauty for the wonder it was, and in that moment one could feel truly at peace. It may be a long walk over to his friends' nests, but Shorty wouldn't trade it for the world. He could see it thousand times and still not grow tired of it.

Spending the day with friends was something that Shorty wouldn't give up either, but coming home after a long day was something he always looked forward to. To see how the land had fared in their absence. Sure, it was pretty foolish to actually imagine that the land itself would embrace them as soon as they came back, that was reserved for living beings only.

''Alright, Shorty. Time to get to work, we have a lot on our paws today.''

Indeed there was. Shorty's nose immediately wrinkled in disgust of what he saw the nest had become. Over the days all sorts of litter now practically ruled over their nest, it would almost certainly cause someone who didn't like seeing such sights run away from the nest like there was a fire under their tail, and even Shorty had to stop himself from running away back to his friends and totally ditch his mother so that he wouldn't have to lift even one paw to clean the mess.

But what would that convey to his dear mother? That despite his demand to help her do this disgusting chore he instead chose to run away and leave his mother to do all the labour. It was something that made Shorty resent himself for even thinking about it for a brief second.

''Geez… there's a lot of it indeed.''

''Perhaps this will be a lesson in itself for you, my dear son. Because I won't be there forever to handle these things, so you will just have to one day learn to do it yourself.''

Shorty sighed. ''Yeah… I know that very well, mother. Still, I can't help but feel disgusted of what we have to do to clean all of this.''

''Oh, believe me, I do not like doing matters like this any more than you do. It's just

something we have to do.''

That statement was more true than one could ever confirm. How many things were there in the world that no one really wanted to do, but instead had to be done no matter what? Perhaps there was not a clear answer to that, only your imagination. Shorty groaned and set out to work. ''It won't clean it by itself, right?''

His mother giggled. ''Stranger things have happened, but you're most certainly right about that, my son.''

They made small talk at some points during their work, asking about their day, their plans for the following day, basically everything that a mother and a son would talk about with each other, but most of the time they stayed quiet and put all of their focus on the task at hand. To clean the nest so that they could actually sleep in it tonight without causing too much discomfort for either of them, that would surely be a certain way no one would get one wink of sleep when the night finally fell upon them.

In the course of time, they at last managed to make room for themselves to lay their bodies down for the reminder of the day. It took them awhile to get it into the condition it currently was, but it would all be worth it now that they would be rewarded with sweet sleep after a long day of having fun and work. The thought made Shorty's lip curl upwards.

His mother sighed deeply, exhaustion loud and clear in her tone. ''Well, I'd say that does it. It looks far better than it did before. I believe we deserve some well earned rest.''

Shorty nodded in agreement. ''That we do… I didn't dare to think it would be exactly easy, but I also didn't consider it would be this tiresome. Is it always like this when you clean the nest by yourself?''

''It certainly feels that way, but since I am much bigger and stronger, I can get twice as much work done more quickly. Still, if it wasn't for your help, I think this would've taken far longer to accomplish, so… I can't take all the credit.''

The green longneck smiled bashfully at his mother's supportive remark. ''Well… when you put it like that it almost sounds like I'm some sort of a hero to you.''

''That's because you are.''

His smile only deepened, and he was about to say something in return when a long yawn cut him off. The female longneck only smiled more at his reaction and knew just what to do next. ''You're quite spent, aren't you, dear?''

Shorty nodded tiredly. ''You could say that. I've been playing with my friends all day and now this… it has completely exhausted me, I have no more strength left to use for anything for a while.''

''That's completely alright, Shorty, you're only a child after all. I wouldn't expect you to behave like us grownups do. I think it's time for you to go to sleep for tonight, dear. You'll have another eventful day tomorrow ahead of you. I can feel it.''

''Okay, but… how can you feel something like that, mom? Shouldn't it be impossible to do so?''

''I guess with some matters all you have to do is listen to your heart and never forget who you truly are. Because that's what makes everyone special, there isn't one type of person in this world, and I wouldn't want you to be any different.''

Shorty smiled. ''Thanks, mom. I wouldn't want you to be any different either.''

She returned the smile. ''Thank you, dear. But you really should be going to sleep right now. You can barely stand straight.''

Shorty became aware of that fact almost instantaneously as his stance started to waver. Taking a heed of his mother's suggestion, he started to walk back to the nest he had just helped clean up a moment ago, but any previous thoughts about how utterly disgusting the whole ordeal had been were long gone from his mind by then. Only one thing remained, the need to rest immediately.

As he laid down, he started to feel his consciousness rapidly dwindle, he felt the blackness start to envelope him in its care. He felt the presence of his mother beside him, giving him the much needed and appreciated warmth he had subconsciously seeked. His eyes grew heavier and heavier with each breath he took. Finally, he closed his eyes, and the last thing he thought about before falling into dreamless sleep was the fun he would get to enjoy tomorrow with his friends once again. However, unknown to them, such an opportunity would never see the light of day ever again.



Shorty bolt up suddenly, every thought in high definition despite his still present fatigue. He wasn't exactly sure what had awaken him, but whatever it was, he didn't like it one bit. His heart begun to pound in his chest, as if he was running for his life from something terrible that was chasing him. Suddenly, he begun to hear faint voices around him, not a single one of them distinguishable from the other.

A delicate nudge to his side jerked him awake from his deep thoughts, he saw the tired and concerned face of his mother before him. ''Shorty… why are you still awake? Go back to sleep.''

Despite his mother's gentle plea he simply couldn't go back to sleep before he found out the reason for those strange noises a moment ago. It would nag him forever unless he figured it out right now. ''Mom, can you hear that?''

She yawned. ''Hear what, dear? I can't hear-''

''Listen closely! I know I heard something strange just a few moments ago.''

His mother frowned. ''Shorty, I do not appreciate your actions one bit right now. Go back to sleep this instant, there is nothing out there that's making any-''

Her sentence was cut short when the previous sounds intensified. Now she could hear them as well, and right then understood her son's growing concern. ''I can hear it now as well… just what is that?''

''I have no idea. It's something I've never heard before in my life.''

She nodded. ''That makes two of us, but whatever it is, it doesn't sound good and that puts me on edge.''

Shorty nodded. ''Yeah, me too.''

Without warning, the ground began to shake uncontrollably and the air carried a loud noise that left their ears feeling like they just exploded. Without a conscious decision, Shorty dropped to the muddy ground, his paws desperately trying to block that loud sound with any means necessary. His mother was the first to recover, and though he could only see her face, he knew it was bad when he saw the very concerned and scared look flash across her features momentarily. Her eyes were tilted upward and it looked like she attempted to pronounce something, but only managed to let out faint whispers that Shorty couldn't hear.

Suddenly, her face went pale with pure fear, and when he turned his own gaze to where his mother's eyes were concentrated on, he could see the sky turn black and a very strange smell in his nostrils, something he had never smelled in his entire life, but apparently was so utterly terrible that it completely paralyzed his mother.

''We have to go now, Shorty! There's no time to waste!''

''What's going on, mom? Why are you so worried suddenly?''

She begun to push him in the opposite direction where the sounds and smell radiated from, all the while making sure to keep one eye at the offset of this event. Something she once thought to be vacant long before her time had come, something that would cause utter destruction once it became active.

It had laid dormant for a very long time, the elders even insisting that it would never cause suffering to anyone. But they were all lies in the end. Stories have a habit of going bad once enough time has passed and you're no longer looking over your shoulder, and it seemed now they had run out of time. She had never seen an active one before, but could very well remember what numerous farwalkers told their herd about their travels in the Mysterious Beyond. There were countless threats out in these lands, the sharpteeth weren't the only thing out here that could kill you, but it seemed like many had already forgotten that besides her.

They prayed to their ancestors that it would never awaken from its deep slumber, and for a while it seemed to have worked in their favor. Until today. What could they do against such an calamity that burned everything it touched? There was a slim chance of surviving by fleeing from the scene, but what about after that? This was their home and abandoning it meant almost the same as dying. There were only small instances when some individuals had decided to move on from the herd, but that wasn't exactly the choice most had or wanted to make for that matter.

However, all of that didn't matter, right now their only objective should be to get as far away from the smoking mountain before it erupted, because once that happened the once familiar and luscious valley would be nothing more but a pile of black wasteland where living couldn't be possible anymore.

It would've been an understatement to say that Shorty was starting to worry deeply about how his mother had begun to act so suddenly, but before he had a chance to voice those concerns, she spoke to her son in a loud manner. ''Shorty, I want you to run as fast as you can, just like you did earlier today, remember?''

''And what will you do?''

''I'm going to do everything I can to slow the flowing fire's approach so that we can get far away from its path. Whatever you do, don't stop running. Do you understand?''

''Mom… I'm not-''

The female's patience was running thin. ''Will you please just do what I ask you to, Shorty? One thing I'm asking you, one thing!''

Shorty raised his voice. ''I don't want to leave you behind!''

''You're not leaving me behind, dear! I will be right behind you after I've done everything I possibly can to slow it down, even a bit can help us get away in time!''

The green longneck couldn't believe his ears. Did she really want him to abandon him like that, and could he do it? No… I'm not running away from this. He mused. ''I am not leaving you behind, mother! Let's just go together!''

She sighed, both tired because of her lack of sleep and arguing with her precious child. Couldn't he see that this was to protect him? She couldn't go on living if she lost the one thing she cared most about in this world, she would rather offer her own life before letting him decide something like that. He was simply too young to leave this world to the Great Beyond, but she wasn't. ''Please, Shorty… I'm begging you to leave right now… we don't have a lot of time until-''

Her words were cut off when the ground beneath their feet begun to shift and cracks started to appear from the ground beneath them. Fear and panic ensued as the ground shook up and down violently, as if the entire place suddenly fell from the sky and struck the earth with a mighty impact. Shorty and his mother scrambled up to their feet, but the latter lost her balance over and over again and was reduced to crawling as they started to flee from the scene, any previous arguments completely cast aside as Shorty's mother screamed as loud as she could to get her son's attention.

''Shorty! Get away from here right now!''

''For the last time, I'm not leaving you here all by yourself!''

Her frustration was filled to capacity. ''I wasn't asking, Shorty! I am your mother and you will listen to what I say! Now for the love of our ancestors… Get away from here right now!''

All Shorty wanted to do was continue to assure his mother he wouldn't leave her side for any reason whatsoever, especially now since they were cut off from each other by the most recent earthshake. But something in her tone made him start to think about what he was doing. She desperately wanted him to leave and not look back, but that was something he couldn't do to his own mother. He cast his eyes toward his mother's form, who was still trying to crawl away to safety, but all of that would be pointless in the end.

The ground began to rumble once more, more ferocious than ever before. The earth beneath his mother begun to crack all around her. At first Shorty could hardly breathe, his brain unable to make sense of what he was seeing, desperately hoping for a way out of this mess, but there simply wasn't one. ''Mom…''

The ground beneath her finally gave in and she tumbled downwards at a fast pace, all the while trying to grasp something to halt her fall but to no avail. She turned her gaze up until she spotted her son looking down at her with a sorrowful expression. There would be no time for any final goodbyes for either of them. She summoned all her remaining willpower and smiled at her son for the last time, while her tears dripped down her face. Goodbye, my son. Stay alive. She thought.

She felt herself starting to fall while hearing Shorty scream in unison. Shortly, she hit the hard ground with a mighty force, enough to break her entire body to pieces. Closing her eyes for the last time, she began to reminisce her entire life thus far, even as her consciousness was slipping away. From her birth to playing with other children her age, arguing with her parents like Shorty and she had done once in a while, the birth of her first and only child to this very moment. So many good memories to cherish. Her only regret was that she would not see her son grow up to become an adult, to explore the world and perhaps one day start his own family to love and cherish. All of the pain suddenly vanished and at that moment, she felt tranquil.

Shorty couldn't fathom what had just occurred right in front of him. His eyes were frozen on the spot where his mother had been a moment ago. It felt like hours had passed since then, but in reality only mere minutes had passed. Slowly, he attempted to move but quickly realized how futile even such a simple deed really was when he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. It felt like someone had pierced his heart and shattered it into millions of pieces. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't move his gaze away from the that sight.

Shorty had received his fair share of wounds in his life, but none of them would come even close to the pain he felt inside of him at the present moment. Wounds and cuts healed in time, but what about emotional scars? They would stay with you forever until you either learned to dismiss them completely from your mind, or when you learned to live with them to the best of your ability. Either way was enough to cause one massive amounts of pain, and now Shorty understood that better than ever before.

Shorty became aware of his surroundings once more when another earthshake suddenly unfolded right before his eyes. In that moment of pondering, he found himself with two choices. He could either stand still and let the earthshake deal with him like it had with his mother, or he could flee from the scene and never look back, just like his mother had wanted him to.

However, his mother's words rang inside his head. Whatever you do, don't stop running. A part of him wished to join her in the Great Beyond so that he wouldn't have to face the cruel world all by himself. But what would his mother say to that, if he would just willingly offer himself up to meet death? She would be disappointed for sure, if he did that, he would've failed in fulfilling her last wish. No… he couldn't hurt his deceased mother in such manner… doing something like that was unthinkable to the young longneck, even if his mother was no longer physically with him.

His decision made, Shorty started to depart from the scene with a heavy heart. He ran past the once familiar sights which didn't offer any sort of familiarity now. Everything was completely upside down due to the violent earthshakes and the newly erupted smoking mountain. His skin shuddered and he could feel his brain starting to defocus, searching for a way out… and up there, to the forest where paths diverged into many directions, was a way out of this hell.

Now that his mind had somewhat cleared, he could focus much better on his current situation and surroundings. He didn't loosen for even a brief second in his task of escaping, he ran like he had earlier today trying to catch up to his mother. That brief thought of her nearly made him freeze, until he concentrated all his efforts to the current task at hand once more. He could grief as much as he liked after he had put as much distance between this place and him as he possibly could have.

The ground in front of him separated with a mighty roar and the following impact nearly sent him flying on his rear end. All the forces of the world wouldn't ease up in their attempt to cut him loose, the thought of that being a possibility made him very anxious. No… I won't give up… I will survive this! For her.

With one mighty leap, Shorty landed in knee-deep water that he had somehow missed, but dropping into a smaller version of a pool was definitely more welcoming than falling to his death. Even if he had made it across the gap, he wasn't in the clear quite yet. He had to put some distance between him and this place as soon as possible, or all his deeds to survive would've been for nothing if he died while celebrating too early. Not that he was really in the mood.

He took one last look at his former home which was completely unrecognizable by now. He made sure to safeguard all of his precious memories about this place before this fateful night, as it was time for him to leave for good. He was sure that departing with this place wouldn't be as easy as one could expect from a child, yet he made effort to commemorate the more serene thoughts and emotions and take them with him on his travels. Still, a child alone in the Mysterious Beyond was as good as dead, but Shorty promised he would do his very best to stay alive, not for his sake, but for the sake of the one who gave him love and care when he needed it the most.

Elders said that children shouldn't worry about grownups concerns, but in reality that was just another lie made up to fool the feeble. It was time to grow up, and with that, Shorty said goodbye to the place he had always believed to be his one true home. Stars shone as bright as ever, glistening in the dark sky. It would've been a welcome sight if today had gone a lot differently. There were times, under the skies of blue, when Shorty would think of those faraway stars and how they'd return each time after the shadows blended into the dark. With a heavy burden on his shoulders and the future unknown for him, Shorty se out into the dark and cold night, desperately hoping for a salvation to emerge.



He was walking unusually slowly, almost as if his mind was struggling to tell all of his feet to take the next step. It was if he was in a stupor, under a spell of some ulterior force that was forcing his own body to fight against his will. Of course, considering the circumstances that the young longneck found himself in it wasn't a big surprise.

Not only that, but he was also very tired, such were the effects of not getting enough or rather no sleep at all for the past two days. It was indeed very astonishing that he was still standing despite his obvious lack of tending his own body. Shorty paused and scowled, too exhausted to really start complaining, so he opted to rest for a while probably for the umpteenth time today.

He drifted in and out of consciousness, only able to fall asleep for a few minutes until he woke up screaming after seeing the horrifying sight repeat over and over again. The world was a blur and random images seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of his own thoughts, as if they were being blown about viciously by a whirling wind. He tried to focus on virtually anything to keep his mind occupied, but after a second he was once again lost in his raging thoughts.

His friends' fates were still very much unknown to him and it had been nagging him ever since his departure from the place he once called home. Everyone he ever knew was potentially already dead, and the worst of it was that there was a big chance he never would know what truly happened to all of them.

The whole world simply felt like a nightmare from which you couldn't wake up no matter what you did to stop the images from appearing. Confusion blossomed in his heart and deep down he knew that sooner or later he had to get some rest to satisfy his frantic mind or he feared that he wouldn't last much longer out here. But for now he made an attempt to lay down his heavy head and to retreat into the ambiguous blackness that seemed far too eager to welcome him into its embrace.

The world before him was quivering tremendously, shaking and blurring at the edges. He couldn't tell up from down in spite of his persistent volition. He wasn't quite sure he was even breathing or aware of what was happening around him, and that made him timid. A blinding light ensnared him, he felt like he was being pulled apart one limb at a time, exploding from the inside out.

He tried to scream for help, but no matter how hard he tried to cry out it was torn from him. A shadow fell upon him, washing away the blinding sharpness of the light. A moment of silence followed, then nothing. A sweet, smooth, mellifluous humming reached him, it made him smile softly. The edge of the world broke into a million pieces, too thick to ever see through, but the humming still continued. Relief flooded into his system.

Slowly, he started to emerge from the enveloping darkness up to the sky, he couldn't describe the feeling he felt, but it felt right. Standing alone amidst a column of lofty trees, their tops unable to be seen from the ground, he remembered. A feeling of dread overlapped every other emotion, drowning him in their cruelty from which there was no way out.

He was longing for a place that was no more, longing for a person that didn't exist anymore. What once was is no more. Alone in the vanishing mist, he begun to cry. The powerful longing strengthened, trapping him further in its presence. Always would he witness the same thing over and over again. To feel that sense of belonging and safety, only to be fooled by the more sinister powers lurking behind them. No way out of this hell. No way to ease it.

It was only when he finally woke up did he manage to escape from this dark place. But what was the point of that if he just ended up in the same place later? He couldn't force himself to wake up from this nightmare, the only road there was the one that lead to the end, and to get there you first had to walk all of the steps prior to that. A hell indeed.

A loud, echoing scream cut through the thick air, one that did not belong to the individual stuck in an endless limbo. He felt his eyes widen and pulse quicken, heart thudding like no tomorrow. The scream echoed once more, then another… and another, louder each time. It sounded very desperate, terrified… childlike. The blood drained from his face, before he was even aware of making a conscious decision his legs were pounding furiously on the bizarre ground, ears straining for more sounds to come.

It sounded once more, he didn't know how many times he had already heard it, and frankly he didn't care. He had no clue as to what he'd do once he got to his newfound destination, only that he absolutely had to get there before it was too late to help those poor souls. A bright light blinded him, but he gave it no heed, he was running out of time. The light only grew stronger, but so did his determination.

There was something strange and different about this light, however. Unlike the previous ones, it gave a weird sensation, kind of like it was beckoning him to join it in whatever task it currently had to accomplish. Could it be that… their goal was the same? To reach that terrified sound and help it? He had no way of knowing it for sure, but something inside him made him believe that was so.

On a whim, he dashed into the blinding white light and hoped for the best. When he didn't feel any kind of pain or the like, he opened his eyes and the scene in front of him began to clear more by the second. Apparently his wager proved to be reliable in the end and he was most glad about it. Now he could finally go help that unfortunate soul that was in deep trouble from the sound of it. The vision began to resemble something he vaguely recalled to have seen not too long ago, the previous habitat and its terrors completely erased from his mind by then.


Shorty woke up suddenly with a loud gasp leaving his dry mouth, every thought in high definition. His eyes took a while to adjust to the sharp ray of light of the Bright Circle. He took notice of the fact that without a doubt he had slept too long in a place like this that was too unprotected to offer any real protection from potential predators lurking about. His heart was pounding rapidly and vigorously in his chest. His thoughts then returned to whatever he had seen in his sleep story, trying acutely to figure out what exactly he saw and heard in it.

Just… what was that just now? I've never had a sleep story like that… It honestly freaks me out just trying to remember it. However weird his vision had been, he concluded that in the long run it didn't matter right now, and stored that little memory for later speculation after he had found some sense of heading to carry on with his journey. It would take a moment for his mind to shed all of the visions of the bizarre dream before he could even fathom of moving on.

Upon having rubbed the remainders of sleep from his eyes, he turned his gaze to the horizon. The vivid light it generated extended across a rosy sky. He supposed this was something the majority of people would consider beautiful, but he found it strange, hard even, to find something so meaningful in something so common occurrence. It's not like the Bright Circle would decide to not rise one day, that simply didn't happen. Except probably in some very peculiar sleep story. So what was so special about it that certain individuals took the time to actually even worship it like it was a supernatural thing out of this world?

Waking up was no longer a pleasure like it was to Shorty once in his life, memories of his loved ones rushing to his mind at the mere thought. For a brief moment before he recalled all of the recent events in his life, it felt like a fleeting moment when he was a whole again, but it quickly faded away faster than the sky water hit the ground. All these dark thoughts made him remember what it was like to be the complete opposite, but there was no way it could have lasted forever. Sooner or later things were going to get out of hand real fast, and now they had. Shorty wished he could linger in that blissful ignorance for even one more second, but it couldn't be helped anymore. This was his life now, so it was better to adapt or die.

As easy as it would have been to simply sit here and wait for his turn to come in due course, he had no real reason to. If he were to give up now, then what would've been the point of escaping from the fiery hell previously? There were many ways to achieve death, but sitting on the ground and waiting for death to come definitely wasn't one of them. Swallowing hard, Shorty forced his body to obey his command and get moving, hoping that by some stroke of luck, his heart would stop racing and his body to start working like it should. He let out a clamorous yawn escape, only a further evidence of his lack of sleep.

The lazy wind pushed against the grass like a child rolling heartily in it like it was the best fun they had ever had. The late sun brought a welcoming warmth that coated you in its embrace. Shorty wasn't exactly sure how long he had been asleep, but it had hardly been any more than couple of hours at the most. His muscles felt weak, like his energy. He let out an exasperated sigh, groaning as he rolled off of the makeshift nest he had been occupying to his feet. With a long exhale he could detect signs of his brain still waking up from the slumber, but spending anymore time here would've been a massive waste of his time, so he simply moved on from the woodland, his current path taking him further into the lands unknown.

In the forest the sky vanished almost completely from sight, only a few mere fragments of the bluish sky remained visible. The trees grew more thick the further Shorty went along the path. Around him were the browned remnants of branches that had fallen in the recent high winds, chaotically spread out all over the place. Soon the path he had been following mysteriously ended, or if there was a path he couldn't see it due to the sombre ambience surrounding him. Nevertheless, if he were to return to his starting point now, he would have lost all of that precious time for nothing, so he simply sauntered onward, despite the fact that he hardly saw anything anymore. His current condition made the longeck extremely enraged, but before he could let out his emotions, a loud scream made him freeze.

It was the kind of a scream that made your blood run cold, so full of desperation and trepidation evident. It was probably the loudest scream Shorty had ever heard in his life, it sounded like a scream of wild panic, hysteria and disbelief, bordering on terror. And it only made it worse that it wasn't the only voice he heard, other voices could be picked up clear as day. The only difference between them was that the first one was more frightened than the other ones, but it barely raised Shorty's mood.

A chill ran through the longneck's spine as he heard the cries intensifying by the second. It made him shudder mulling over the possibilities of that particular cry for help. A bead of sweat dripped down his face as he stood there helpless, not knowing what to do and simply too frightened to make a move. Because of how loud the voices were, it would've been no problem at all to navigate his way to the spot where the commotion was occurring, but no matter how much he wanted to sedate his mind by investigating the matter for himself, he couldn't force his feet to move at all. It was like they were rooted to the ground, like they were part of the actual ground and no matter how much willpower he put together to move he simply couldn't accomplish such a basic task. Then a voice cut through the air.

''Just keep holding on! We'll find some way to save you!''

The voice undoubtedly belonged to a child far younger than him, the tone of the speaker was a very frantic one, deepening more and more as time went by. Shorty could only ponder what could possibly cause the child to act so terrified, on the other hand he wasn't very keen to find out and simply considered to vacate the area as soon as possible so he wouldn't have to face a possible danger to his live. Then again, the child clearly wasn't alone as he heard more than one shout reach his ears, and there was no way a pack of sharpteeth were harassing the younglings, as he would've heard growls, roars and screeches if that were the case. So it meant that something else was going on, something very alarming indeed.

Different thoughts ran through his head energetically, with no intentions of stopping anytime soon. Could he leave those children to cope with their problems and not feel bad about it later, or should he take the gamble and figure out what exactly was happening around here and if he could possibly be of some assistance? The decision was particularly hard for him to make with such a small time frame he had, every second he wasted here meant less of a chance for those in danger to make it out alive.

Even if he didn't know these children, it would be utterly cruel to leave them cope with their current struggles while he departed from the region without a care in the world, he would hate himself forever if he chose a path like that. His decision made, he charged further into the dark forest, listening carefully to the desperate cries to avoid any missteps on his part that could have ruined any chance he had to help.

After some period of time had passed, saw the light of the Bright Circle shine through the thick vegetation. It seemed like he had passed the point of where the woodland was the most dense a while ago, thought about fleeing from this gloomy and discouraging environment made him smile in triumph. It would only take a few more steps for him to burst out of the vegetation, all the while the sounds of distress became louder and louder as he approached the scene. It made him pick up speed, like he was running away from the approaching flowing fire all over again. He reminded himself never to think about that disaster ever again, as it only brought painful memories that he didn't need nor want.

At last, he saw the light of the day become more clear as he was nearly at the edge of the tree line now. He burst out of the woodland with a mighty speed that still managed to impress even Shorty himself despite the current situation at hand. A deep gorge yawned wide before the longneck, in reality it was scarcely no further across than the gap he had jumped across back in his former home, but if he made even one miscalculation and the consequences weren't only going to be him completely soaked and receiving a deep blow to his ego, as the rapid current of the river would transfer him to some yet another unknown place or even worse, cause his death in some manner. And if he was lucky enough to survive it and not break all of his bones while at it, he would most certainly be back to square one again.

He looked towards the other side and saw the younglings he had heard before. To his shock and confusion, they were all longnecks, and as he had previously determined that all of them were considerably younger than he was. He saw the problem they had almost immediately. One of the younglings was trying hard to keep his grip on a piece of log just barely sticking out of the water. What made the matter worse was that his grip was slipping by the second and it wouldn't be long until he would fall into the raging river that would claim the life of the young longneck before he would even have a chance to live up to adulthood. Shorty desperately looked for a possible way out that the youngling could've use to escape from the urgent situation, but ultimately found none. It perplexed him quite dearly by how the longneck had even gotten into that situation in the first place and he resolved to find out the reason for that if they managed to survived this mess.

Somehow, the small longnecks hadn't noticed his arrival, focusing all of their attention to their distressed friend. But once Shorty took a few cautious steps further they seemed to snap out of their trance and finally noticed the green longneck on the other side. Judging by their expressions they were very much surprised and even glad that someone else had come to help their companion. One of the younglings finally found enough courage to open her mouth and yell directly to Shorty in a clear panic. ''Hey! Please, can you help our friend? We would, but we can't reach him from here!''

Shorty contemplated the best possible solution to reach the frantic child and get him out of danger before his grip finally relented. There were some small pebbles all around the river he could use to carefully jump across until he reached the small longneck. The only problems were that he would have to jump in between each of them in order to advance further, and some of them looked to be quite far away from the last, so Shorty wasn't exactly certain he would make it without falling into the river himself and leaving the younglings all by themselves to face the foreseeable grim future.

The pebbles themselves didn't also look very sturdy and when he squinted his eyes he could even see small fractures on them, suggesting that they wouldn't perchance be able to handle his weight, and therefore would quickly crumble to pieces before he could attempt to maneuver back to safety. That said there really wasn't any other way to save the child before the unthinkable happened. He could attempt to circle around the entire river and approach the longneck some other way, but that idea was quickly disregarded as it would take him far too long to make the journey and it would hardly put him in a better situation on the other side as there were far less pebbles for him to use.

The longneck almost once more lost his grip on the log, causing the others to cry out. Fortunately, he managed to right himself again for the time being, but it was only a matter of time until he couldn't keep his hold on the log anymore and that would've been the end of him. Becoming aware of the fact that he was wasting valuable time more and more by the second he hesitated to make action, Shorty took a deep breath and approached the river to estimate how much power he would have to put into his legs in order to make that jump and then some after that. The first pebble on sight was about the size of a longneck little bigger than him, so he could definitely make the first jump if he had enough speed. Then again, having too much speed could cause him to bypass his desired goal and cause him to fall into the river on his own volition, whether if that would be accidental or not. The same longneck that had called out to him earlier once again cried out urgently. ''He can't hold on much longer! Please, whatever you have to do do it now!''

He really didn't need an reminder of that, but he wasn't about to make matters worse and start yelling to the other kids, possibly causing the one in danger to panic even more. Shorty turned his attention to the small longneck in hopes of getting his undivided attention, although that would've been so very hard for a child his age to focus on anything else but the raging river trying to swallow him. He gathered as much of his force to yell instructions to him, being careful not to yell out very loudly to not startle the youngling. ''Hey! If you can hear me, don't worry! I'm coming for you. Just hold on tight and no matter what you do, do not let your grip go until I say so!''

Seemingly he had heard Shorty loud and clear, as he nodded his head feverishly and that was more than enough of a message to the green longneck that his message had been received loud and clear. He backed up so that he could gather the much needed speed before the leap, and once his back hit the rocky wall and not being able to move more aback, closed his eyes and thought of his friends whom the group of small longnecks reminded him the most. If he made it in time, he would at least make sure that another innocent soul wasn't so wrongly ripped away from life far too soon. without further ado, he launched himself into a sprint.

When Shorty felt the ground disappear beneath him, he almost panicked enough so to halt his sprint, but even if he had wished for such action it was too late now as he was already flying through the air, watching the rapid river flowing swiftly and strongly below him. Now that he was closer to the river, he could see some distinct features about it. The water was turbid brown from eroding the banks it usually passed by softly, branches floating on the water blown in by the latest storm.

The water eddied around him, but not in the relaxed way water usually did, but harshly, like it had a mind of its own and was busy conveying to the world that it did not like the current circumstances anymore than Shorty did. Every fibre in his body was screaming at him to abandon his task and return to the riverbank where it was safe. He silenced those annoying little voices in his head and focused on the present. Albeit he wanted nothing more than to obey his mind's command he knew that was no longer an option. He was too far gone to go back now.

He could feel it clear as day, building like an unstoppable force heading towards you in the pit of your stomach. He couldn't concentrate on anything else besides panic. Seconds ticked by and his breathing was growing faster and faster, although it almost seemed like the world around him ceased to exist for a short period of time. It felt like time itself was slowed down, and he was falling even slower onto the river, negative thoughts came out of nowhere.

As sweat begun to drop from his brow, and he was approaching the river with a speed that terrified him. It was like something unnatural wanted to see him suffer before his imminent end, the negative emotions in his head only kept coming like waves on rocks. Shorty could hear different arguments inside his head, ranging from optimistic to pessimistic, eventually they got so disturbing that he would've liked to shut down his entire body, but for obvious reasons such a thing couldn't be done by him or anyone else. His limbs grew heavy and visions of the past kept playing all over again and again before him. It was like he was seeing his entire life flash before his very eyes. What a peculiar sight indeed it was.

Suddenly, he broke out of the trance in a blink of an eye, and quickly became aware of the fact that half of his body was somehow beneath the water lever while the other part and his paws tried to desperately hold on to the rock for safety. The longneck couldn't remember how exactly he got into that position, but thinking about it for too long would hardly improve his chances of surviving and helping that small and helpless child.

It was indeed very fortunate that he hadn't fallen into the river completely, otherwise he would be in a extremely precarious position. He uttered a few grateful words to the ancestors who must've been looking out for him. Of course, there always was the chance that he had simply gotten lucky with his leap in the first place, but nevertheless of the real reason behind his survival thus far, he was alive and damn glad about it. He didn't like wasting time pondering pointless things when there were more pressing concerns to be handled.

But it was hardly time to celebrate just yet, as he still wasn't away from the imminent danger he would surely face if he didn't move now. He spared a brief glance over his shoulder, watching the rapid river with unrelenting expression. He wouldn't let it take him down now after coming through so much in a such short amount of time. Sure, everything felt like it had happened a long time ago, but the truth was anything but that. Despite all of his recent issues he was still very much alive and most definitely not ready to withdraw his life away so easily. He would fight to the bitter end until he finally allowed that to happen. Besides, there was still a lot in him that he wished to let out and show to the world he wasn't a weakling he once was.

Shorty kicked his legs as fast as he possibly could, all the while being aware to keep his paws steady and attached to the rock. If he failed in that simple objective he could kiss his life goodbye immediately, but the river seemed adamant about not wanting him to reach the child in time, because no matter how hard he kicked his legs he couldn't lift himself off from beneath the water. He looked desperately around for something he could use as a leverage to assist him escape from its grasp, but like all of his attempts so far he couldn't find one.

No matter, there was still that slim chance he could muster enough strength and free himself before his remaining strength would fail him and the rest of him would fall to the raging river that appeared to be very eager to welcome him in its embrace for eternity. Summoning all of his remaining power he could find, Shorty then placed all of that on his hind legs, desperately hoping for being able to achieve his goal in time. The success of this task required him to muster all he had left inside him and make sure he didn't suffer a similar fate like his late mother.

Out of the blue, his back legs connected with something beneath the water. Shorty's first impression was that a hungry bellydragger was about to start munching on his feet, but then he frowned and thought about it for a while and at the same time tried to probe to figure out what exactly it was. After a while he deduced it most definitely wasn't a bellydragger trying to eat him, but something hard and cold, then an idea struck his mind. He could attempt to gather enough boost from that thing beneath the river to launch him away from the river's danger much better than he could with his own strength, which was dwindling down by the minute and he knew he wouldn't last long when that happened.

He put his hind legs on the surface of that strange thing, gathered all of his remaining strength from who knew where, and at the same time tried to pull himself upwards with his paws, which was easier said than done in the end, but he managed just fine on his own as in no time he was glad to notice he was slowly but surely starting to rise from the river up to the pebble which had been his intended spot all along. It would only take a few more meters until he would be free from the river's grasp.

With a renewed vigor, he pushed his hind legs further into the hard and cold surface of the thing that could very well save his life from almost certain death, he pushed so hard that his legs started to hurt and while Shorty was deeply worried that his disinterest at the moment would no doubt bite him in the rear later he couldn't find it in himself to care right now even if he'd wanted to from the bottom of his heart. There was always time to clean any wounds later, that is if he managed to survive to the end.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to lift his body off from the water, but almost stumbled accidentally back when he didn't take notice of the fact that the pebble he was now at wasn't exactly very wide in terms of room to maneuver properly, so in the future he would definitely have to keep that small detail in mind to avoid such issues in the long run as he outright refused to step a food in the river ever again in his life.

Shorty heard the small longnecks scream again, no doubt both happy about him surviving that small obstacle, but also to remind him he still had a job to do. ''Please, hurry! He's out of time soon!''

And that indeed was true, as when Shorty turned his gaze to the small longneck in distress again he saw him struggling to hold on more than ever before. If he had to make a estimate about how long he would be able to hold on before losing all of his remaining strength and falling to his apparent death, Shorty surmised he had approximately 5 minutes or so to complete his objective, save that child before it was too late.

Not a lot of time on his paws, but he had to make do with what he had right now. His remaining obstacles laid before him like a predator waiting for its prey to strike. The wind whipped in his face as he sucked in a deep breath to prepare for what was to come. His muscles were strained and sluggish after putting most of his strength to free himself from the river's grasp, but he was certain that with a little luck he would manage to jump from pebble to pebble until he reached the child in time. Granted, he would have to move quickly, every minute was more important than ever. ''Okay, kid, I'm coming now! Just keep holding on for a little bit longer!''

The small child whined in reply, seemingly spent trying to desperately hold on to the log and not fall down to the river that was becoming even more ferocious as time went by. He managed to shout out a reply to Shorty's comment before falling silent once again and focusing on keeping his grip steady. ''I… can't hold on for much longer… Please, hurry!''

However, the green longneck didn't register the distressed sounds the youngling made, as with a single movement, he was once again flying through the air landing on the next pebble in line.

All of it was unlike anything Shorty had ever experienced. For some reason he didn't feel pure fear anymore about the possible imminent death he could face at any given moment. Of course, he wasn't exactly calm either, as this kind of a situation was still way out of his comfort zone, but he made it work relatively fine considering the circumstances.

Everything was a blur, often Shorty would find himself on the next pebble after wondering if he could make it to the next one at all, it was like his mind operated on a whim or an instinct he wasn't even certain he had. If he went on like this he was certain he would reach the small longneck in time, but his fears would soon be rekindled after he saw the sight that awaited in front of him after he had made into the next pebble that was extremely close to the child.

The truth was, Shorty had not been keeping much attention on the child for the past minutes, so focused he was on the current task at hand that he didn't see the child's grip falter for a brief moment when he took one of his paws off from the log to perchance rest it for a while before putting it back where it belonged to. The child himself only became aware of the fact when he started to slip and desperately tried to reattach his paw back into its former place, but it was all for nothing as when he was just about to reach the log, his grip on the log he was holding on with his other paw finally relented enough to send him falling down to the waiting embrace of the raging river.

Shorty finally noticed what was happening when he saw the child starting to fall down. Without even thinking, Shorty leaped across the final pebble to the log that he prayed was stable enough to withstand his weight. At the same time he reached out with his long neck to the youngling whom laid directly beneath him. Shorty didn't know if it was his luck again or something else, but just about when the child was about to pummel into the river and never to be seen again, Shorty caught his tail in his jaws, the child hanging upside down with fear evidently clear from his features, but otherwise relatively fine.

Nevertheless, they weren't out of danger quite yet, as Shorty still had to carry the child to safety before the log beneath his feet would break from his weight, as he heard it crack from time to time. The older longneck didn't wish to see what would happen if they stayed for even a minute longer than they needed on the log, and carefully maneuvered himself firmly back on the log again instead of hanging from it as if Shorty was a spitting image of the small longneck moments before. He mumbled to the small child in hopes of calming him down, but wasn't sure how well his message would be received as the child was clearly still in panic and it didn't help that he had a tail in his mouth to prevent him from speaking coherently. ''Okay, kid… We'll be out of this soon enough, just close your eyes and don't open them until I say you can.''

The log hunkered low to the swift current, as if its intention was to move itself lower and lower until it finally reached the target of purpose. It groaned under the added weight of two longnecks, making Shorty freeze briefly in trepidation, anticipating the moment when and if the log would finally snap under the heavy weight and pummel to the fast-flowing river beneath them. That moment never came, as the groaning ceased after a while and Shorty let out a tired sigh while moving onwards, not willing to risk everything he had accomplished during the short-term whilst fighting to save an despondent longneck.

Their makeshift bridge kept groaning every few steps or so, seemingly growing weaker with every step they took forward towards their sanctuary, all the while the longneck being carried weeped softly when he watched the rapid current swirl beneath him threateningly so. Shorty hummed any comfort he could to the child, but due to his current situation of making sure to not open his mouth and accidentally release the longneck out of his grasp and his own growing fears prevented him from accomplishing much.

Fortunately, their destination was closing in by now, only a few more steps would bring them to the safety of the shore and in time as well. It seemed like all the dangers they could've faced passed by long ago, as Shorty and the child made it to the shore just in a nick of time until the log finally collapsed and fell to the river. Fragments bounced almost everywhere, but all of them would eventually end up in the same place, as the river carried them to the unknown Shorty was more than glad to have avoided.

He set the child down, careful to not drop him too hard or suddenly and let the youngling figure out by himself that he was fine as he could be. He would no doubt suffer some sort of trauma from that fiasco later on, but the important thing was that he would live to see another day, and no matter how difficult life might be, there always was a way out of a bad situation, Shorty knew that better than anyone right now. He nudged the small child who quivered in response. ''Okay, you can open your eyes now. We're safe now.''

He slowly opened his eyes and once his gaze landed on his friends whom were quick to surround him to ask if he was alright. After he had shed any trace of fear he felt before, he was quick to reassure his friends that he was alright. ''Really, I'm fine… just… I never want to do that again...''

Shorty took that as his cue to enter the conversation as he laid on his haunches to rest his strained limbs. ''Which reminds me, how exactly did you get into that situation in the first place? I'm very eager to find out.''

The youngling seemed hesitant to answer his question and only lowered his gaze to the ground in evident shame. Figuring that Shorty would not get a clear answer from him personally, he directed his gaze to one of the other longnecks whom he had heard speak before. As if sensing the unasked question, the female was hasty with explaining what had occurred before Shorty showed up. ''Browntail suggested we use the log to pass the fast water after we got separated from our parents by that earthshake. We didn't think it was a good idea, but he wouldn't listen to reason! We tried to tell him trying to walk over the log was a bad idea, but he said he knew better than us because his parents were the leaders of our herd.''

Browntail's eyes snapped up and he glared directly at the female longneck. ''No I didn't! I said it would be a good idea to test that log first before we all crossed, and because no one else was willing to take the risk, I did what every real longneck should've done and volunteered!''

However, Shorty doubted just how much of Browntail's story was true and what was false. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out he was lying through his teeth for some reason. Shorty remembered all the times he used to lie about something to either his friends or mother, and it never ended well for him at all. Still, like a foolish child he kept telling lies about whatever he could think of, not minding the consequences his actions had until it was far too late to say you were sorry. Shorty surmised something similar was going on with Browntail, he was simply too ashamed of himself to admit the truth to anyone or even himself.

Shorty rolled his eyes. ''Yeah… I'm not too sure about that, Browntail. Your story doesn't quite check out, and believe me, I know a liar when I see one.''

''You dare-''

''Browntail,'' Shorty put much emphasis on his name to try and make him understand he'd been caught on the lie already. ''I've lied many times in my life about many things, but even I wouldn't think of lying about something this serious after surviving from a tragedy that was sure to happen unless I showed up. Which brings me to my next point, what do you think would've happened if I didn't hear your cries for help?''

Browntail lowered his gaze once more, even more shameful than before. When he replied, it was so quiet that Shorty almost missed in completely. ''I would be dead.''

Shorty nodded. ''Exactly, and do you think that would have been for the best? I actually contemplated for a while whether to risk my live for something that could've possibly even caused my death in the end, but even when my fears were present and nagging at me every step on the way, I still kept going forward because I knew I couldn't leave after hearing someone cry for help that desperately. I'm not that heartless.''

The female continued with her explanation when she sensed that Browntail wouldn't interrupt her again. ''After that he just leaped on the log while proclaiming that he would get to the other side in a blink of an eye before any of us could. But when he was about halfway through, the log snapped in half and he just managed to grab onto the log before he fell. And… I guess you know the rest, we tried to help him without risking ourselves, but it would've taken all of us to get him out of there and we weren't sure the log would hold all of us together at once, like you saw a moment ago.''

Shorty sighed while he gave a small nod to the female in appreciation. ''And here we are… on the other side of the fast water. Tell me, did you have a plan afterwards if you indeed would've made it across someway?''

''Well, we really didn't think that far ahead quite yet.'' One of the other longnecks said, a male one.

''Figures,'' Shorty snorted. ''So you would have just went with your gut, as they say. Do you happen to have any clue where you are right now and if your folks are nearby?''

''No clue. We haven't seen them since we got separated,'' the female replied.

Shorty stood up after he felt like he had allowed himself enough respite already. He gestured to the river. ''Well, you obviously won't get across the river now, as you can clearly see from here, So I'd suggest you to find some other way.'' He began to walk away from the scene, leaving the small longnecks alone after making sure they were alright. I mean… what else can I really do? I wouldn't be able to take care of them and I'm most certainly not going with them if it means getting into situations like this. He heard one of the longnecks shout in anxiety at seeing him depart. ''Wait! You're not going to leave us here by ourselves, right?''

The green longneck stopped, but didn't turn around to face them. ''Yeah… that was actually my plan. You don't need me anymore,'' He paused and turned to Browntail. ''Oh, which reminds me, you're welcome by the way for saving your hide just now!''

He heard someone sprinting after him and to his amazement it was none other than Browntail himself. It was quite a surprise indeed, as he appeared to be completely another longneck compared to the stubborn façade he had put on before, the child looked close to tears when he looked at the older longneck in the eyes and when he spoke, his tone was hoarse. ''You can't leave us here, no way!''

''Then what do you want me to do, huh? Try to somehow make it to the other side without dying in the process? Are you completely mental or just stupid, kid? Can't you see that there's no way to the other side now that-''

''Then take us with you! Just please, don't leave us alone here! It's scary!''

Shorty's eyes widened in surprise. They want me to take them with me on my travels? But why would they ask such a thing? He decided not to dawdle even one more second of his time and concluded that the best way to get an honest answer was to ask them directly. ''Why do you want to come with me? I can't protect you from sharpteeth if they ever were to cross paths with us!''

He saw the other children approach him, the female one once again speaking for all of them. ''Maybe not, but there's strength in numbers, after all. And wouldn't it be better to spend time with others instead of yourself all the time?''

Even Shorty couldn't argue with that logic, but all of it made no sense to him. They would probably last better alone than with him. Shorty feared that they would both only slow each other down and that would ultimately cause all of their demises in the end by some threat they couldn't predict would encounter them. Despite his feeling of trepidation that was starting to only worsen by the minute, something inside him was very adamant against leaving them alone after making sure that one of them wouldn't die.

All of these strange feelings he had never felt before frightened the young longneck enormously. It felt like he was forced to carry a weight of tenfold all by himself for who knew how long, and that made him even more anxious than ever. Still, that weird feeling again resurfaced once more, and this time it was stronger than ever. Realising that he couldn't prolong the inevitable for long anymore, he opted to just be honest with himself. Yes, it wouldn't hurt to have at least some company to make the loneliness disappear even for a brief moment or as long as it took to find their folks. Either way was good for him in the end.

With his decision made, Shorty groaned loudly, startling some of the children by accident. His next reaction would be better received when he forced a smile to form on his lips, despite how much he wished it wouldn't have happened, it seemed like an impossible feat to accomplish right now, so best get it over with and forget all about it.

''Fine… you can come with me, but I better not hear one ounce of grumbling from any of you, otherwise our journey together ends pretty fast and I will leave you by yourselves. Are we clear about that?''

It didn't even take five seconds until all of the children's expressions switched to cheerful ones and all at once let out a loud voice of agreement unanimously. He would hold on to that with an inch of his life, he meant every word he had said. One wrong move from any of them and any hope of mutual travel was over. He gestured for them to follow him, and they followed after they were done letting out their last exultations into the air.

Shorty saw the female longneck sprint up to his side, with a big grin on her face. ''So, what's your name then, huh? We have to know that if we are to travel together after all!''

This time Shorty truly meant the smile he allowed to form on his lips and he chuckled softly. ''It's Shorty, nice to meet all of you. For however long that may last.''



Shorty started to seriously regret his earlier decision to take the small longnecks with him when they wouldn't stop pestering him with all kinds of weird questions about everything they saw or heard unfold before them. Not only that, but they wouldn't cease their childish but annoying behavior that was soon starting to make him consider abandoning them right then and there, but something stopped him from making such a rash decision on a whim.

Therefore, he tried to do the one thing he had seen countless adults do while he was with his now probably deceased herd, the one thing most likely all parents had to resort to when an unruly child simply wouldn't listen to their parents orders anymore and all other available options had been already used to try and control them.

To ignore it all like it wasn't even happening around him. Despite thinking in his mind that would make the children lose interest in him and to shift it to something else entirely and stop them from bothering him while making his day even more miserable than it already was, it was not exactly working as he had planned.

Perhaps the worst of it all was that they could barely control their volume at all, which would only attract unwanted attention from undesirable people, like sharpteeth, for example. Even if it seemed like there were none in sight, Shorty knew better than to succumb to such foolish actions of letting your guard down while in an unknown land you had no knowledge about whatsoever. Such action would make him more of a target to any potential predators, should they choose to track him and his companions.

But the younglings certainly wouldn't know it, that much was certain by their current activity that drove him so absolutely mad he was certain that if a sharptooth didn't soon show up from out of nowhere, then he would be the one to play the role of a predator and he wouldn't be a kind one to his targets, unlike some might have been.

Shorty had to once again sidestep quickly to the side to avoid collision when one of the younglings decided to run straight at him while keeping his gaze locked onto the one behind him who had been chosen to be a chaser in their silly little game. He made his displeasure loud and clear when he growled loudly to the two children. However, they were too caught up in their game to take even a notice of him and his furious face. It was no use trying to get their attention like this, so Shorty only moved on after making sure that all of them were still with him.

Even if a part of him was starting to become extremely steadfast about leaving them alone in the Mysterious Beyond just like he had warned them he would if they stepped even once out of the line during the entire journey, something once again inside him felt considerable amount of pity and understanding for these small longnecks. All of them had lost someone they loved dearly, whether it was known that their loved ones had perished or not mattered little. Pain made them seek solace from one another, solace that all of them desperately needed.

And yet he would come to quickly regret those sentiments when one of the children accidentally pumped into him with a force enough to send him flying. This time he didn't dare to spare a single emotion brewing inside of him to make them understand he was most displeased with them right now. ''Alright, that's it! I have had enough of you playing around so carelessly! Do you have any idea what might happen if you keep this ridiculous game going on like you currently are?''

Of course, he wasn't expecting an answer from any of them, and before they could even think about opening their mouth to say something stupid, Shorty was at it again. ''If a sharptooth hears your cries, how long you think you would last? And don't count on me to save your sorry hides, I already did that once and even if I wanted to, I'm no match for a sharptooth.''

All of them stopped playing without delay as they heard the enraged voice of their newfound guardian and friend. The tone of the older longneck was enough to send of the younger ones hiding behind their elder companions, as if it would have somehow protected them from the wrath of an angry longneck. One of the more brave longnecks cautiously took a hesitant step forward to address Shorty. ''We're sorry if our games are bothering you, but what else are we supposed to do when we move along?''

''Isn't it obvious, kid? Move along quietly,'' Shorty snapped. ''In fact, I'd appreciate some silence once in a while. There's no way anyone could take so much screaming for one day, especially from you lot. What was I thinking when I allowed you to come along with me… I'm such an idiot!''

The group of longnecks knew they had done something serious for Shorty to react that way and deep down they realized they were the ones to blame for this whole fiasco. The green longneck had not only saved one of their own from death, but also instead of simply leaving them to cope by themselves, had chosen to take them with him after a moment of consideration. Guilt hit harder than any blow ever could, it made them feel absolutely terrible and the disgust they felt towards themselves only worsened once Shorty started to ramble again.

''Not only that, but you gave me your word that you would behave yourselves while in my presence, and how long did that promise last exactly?'' Shorty paused to allow them to grasp the idea for themselves and mull it over among each other. It didn't take long until the same timid voice spoke again.

''Not very long…''

''That's right, kiddo! Despite my warnings you still made it your goal to annoy me with your stupid games. How did you even make it this far if you act like this all the time?''

Shorty shook his head. ''You know what? I don't even want to know how that happened exactly. All that matters now is that you cease your games for even momentarily so that I can get some peace around here at last! My life has not been so cushy lately, you know, and there's a limit to my patience which is running quite thin right now!''

They all lowered their heads in regret, hoping to stop the green longneck from doing something incredibly stupid when he was obviously trying to hold himself back from launching into yet another fit of rage and possibly even refraining from harming the children in any way.

This argument had grown from nowhere into an raging inferno that was soon about to spiral out of control unless the situation was settled somehow and fast. In his rage, Shorty was blind to the frightened looks he received from practically everyone. The words he spoke were hardly even acknowledged until he had already spoken them in such habit, despite being completely true to the tiniest detail was handled in a very wrong kind of way.

They were suddenly on the opposing sides of the conflict, blind to each other's blight and concerns. Both sides only wanted to do what they thought was the best way to handle things, albeit it was all to no avail in the end. Browntail watched as Shorty's eyes radiated nothing but pure rage and irritation because of the whole situation that was currently brewing in front of them. He had seen the older longneck smile once or twice earlier the day when they introduced one another and while they began to travel together for the time being, at least.

But nothing could've prepared him for what he saw transpire right before his eyes as of this moment, all of it made him shiver uncontrollably in fear, not recognizing the other side of the longneck that had been unprecedented until now. Despite him wishing that he could just crawl under a rock and wait for it all to simply disappear, he knew that the tension between them would have to be broken as soon as possible to avoid any further drama from occurring before it got way out of hand.

In these moments he had been taught to project understanding instead of resorting into his growing anger inside him, but following that lesson hadn't been as easy as he had initially thought. The earlier confrontation between him and the green longneck still very fresh in his memory. Becoming aware of the fact that Shorty was still going on with his rambling he became aware that Shorty had begun to approach them slowly, his intentions unclear to them but all of them assuming the worst was about to happen soon.

Whatever courage Browntail could muster to make the other longneck understand that he was about to do something he might regret later had to be said now or never. He stepped in front of the other children as if to protect them from the bigger longneck that was still approaching them in a slow manner. He heard the small exclamations from his fellow longnecks, but paid no heed to it, all of his attention focused on Shorty. Words flew from his mouth that he never thought he'd even think of, let alone say out loud to anyone. Browntail knew instantly when he saw the look in the other longneck's eyes that he had his undivided attention.

''Alright! You're right about everything, Shorty! We really are just dumb kids, but you have to remember that you saved this stupid kid from almost certain death! Does that sound like someone who doesn't care what happens to others? I mean… you said it yourself, you could've just walked away after hearing my cries for help, but instead of doing that you chose to help me and I couldn't even muster enough courage to admit I was wrong in doing what I did back there!''

Shorty raised a brow in surprise at how adultlike Browntail had just sounded like. It certainly took him by surprise enough so to halt his walk that he had not even became aware was underway quite yet. All of these feelings of anger felt oddly weird to him, so much so that he couldn't focus on anything else besides feeling angry or resentment for anything he could fathom, so it most definitely was a shock to see the young longneck standing in front of him while the others lingered on the background looking very fearful. His line of thought was cut short when Browntail resumed.

''It is not easy for me to admit that I was wrong, Shorty. I am a very stubborn longneck, so stubborn that you could easily mistake me as a threehorn! But… after I saw what doing all of those things earlier did to you and us jumping and fooling around like we were once again in the safety of our parents' gentle care made us forget exactly where we are right now. Not only that… but whom we were travelling with. You see… in our herd our parents never minded us playing while moving from place to place, actually, they encouraged us to play to our hearts content.''

''Yes, they always made sure to remind us never to stray too far away from the herd lest something awful didn't happen to any one of us because we got too careless, and most of the time we listened. However, all of that changed when we were separated from our folks and when we finally had someone to travel with again that we assumed would protect us from threats after so heroically saving one of us, we figured we could play like that again and you wouldn't mind it one bit. Obviously, we were more than wrong about that.''

By now the other children had raised their heads after hearing the rousing speech from Browntail, giving them enough bravery to look into the eyes of the now more blatantly collected longneck. Browntail's words made something snap inside Shorty and he quickly became aware of what had transpired before. The thoughts of actually wishing to hurt these small longnecks, no matter how annoying they might be, was unthinkable to imagine could've happened had it not been for Browntail's quick thinking.

''So yes, we are deeply sorry for all the discomfort we have caused with our actions just now, Shorty,'' Browntail said sincerely. ''But we truly wish to travel with you as long as we possibly can, because together we stand a better chance at either finding our folks or a place where we can rest and not worry about being attacked by predators or whatnot. That is what we wish for, Shorty.'' All of the other children nodded in agreement and had even begun to approach Shorty once their initial anxiety had died down. How was it that few simple words could bring long buried emotions in a blink of an eye, Shorty mulled. He thought that was what grownups meant by leaving things be and not go walking into the past so blindly and without caution. Perhaps it was only selfishness to return, to make others feel as miserably as you did because something made you think it would ease your own bad feeling.

Shorty's thoughts were like a strange ocean to an onlooker, he contemplated whether to speak of them and risk making things worse once more. His desire to face his fears instead of running from them returned to him at once. He didn't know when he began to hide his emotions compared to speaking about them to someone to help ease the tension on his shoulders. Still, there would be things he wouldn't reveal to just anyone, least of all someone he had only met like a few days ago or so. Even if it was in his nature to hide his real emotions from those he didn't know quite well or trust enough for them to know, it didn't feel good to simply pile all of those negative thoughts together and hope they never bothered him again. Albeit his patience was known to be very short one, perhaps he could attempt to change for the better one day to ensure such a fiasco wouldn't happen again, especially with someone he could even one day grow very close to.

The emotions trundled through his head with no intention of stopping their onslaught. As he watched all of the longnecks gather around him all trace of his now extinct rage completely quashed away, he couldn't help but relent under their kind gazes, apparently understanding his very fragile mental state. He hadn't revealed to any of them from where he had come from or even his past, and it would no doubt stay like that for a long time. If the time came for him to reveal his history, then he subconsciously hoped they wouldn't abandon him to his own devices.

Shorty sighed deeply before opening his mouth to address the group. ''Look… I am sorry that I got so mad just now… dealing with all of these emotions inside you is something I never wish to experience ever again. Even if you are somewhat annoying I couldn't ever fathom of harming you, especially now.''

''It's okay, Shorty,'' Browntail said with a faint smirk. ''Are you okay now?''

''Yeah… I am as well as I can be,'' Shorty stated while looking into every one of the group for an encouraging smile. ''Thank you for those words, Browntail. I must ask, how did you manage to think about them like that in such a small amount of time while I was busy glaring at you with all my might?''

''Well… I guess I have a little bit of my parents in me, you know, being a child of the herd leader, after all!''

Shorty chuckled softly. ''Yeah, it seems you do, even if I never meet them I can honestly say that they raised quite a child. I mean, no one has ever stood up against me in such a way like you, Browntail. It was… very impressive, to be honest.''

As much as Browntail would have liked to savor the feeling of achieving something on his own, he realized now was hardly the right time to be conceited little brat looking for attention and after receiving it wouldn't had let anyone forget about it for a long time. The attention he had thus far drawn upon himself made him blush, he shrank away behind one of the other longnecks around his age and the group shared a brief laugh at his antics, even Shorty couldn't help but let out a small-scale laugh.

The momentarily cheerful moment was cut short when the group began to hear loud footsteps approach them faster than they would have liked. The approaching steps had the distinct sound of someone very big nearing their position. It was plainly simple that their owner lacked the means of walking sneakily, a feat that would be desired by almost everyone in the world to make their life more easy in terms of remaining undetected by hostiles or survival in the cruel world they were forced to live in.

Whoever was coming towards them seemingly considered themselves to be untouchable, and whilst Shorty and the children slinked behind a set of small bushes to hide themselves away from a possible threat to their lives, the footsteps only became louder and louder as they approached, announcing their arrival to everyone on the vicinity. Despite his growing fear due to not knowing who was this mysterious being they were about to encounter soon enough, Shorty couldn't help but be curious to see who would walk so fearlessly.

Shorty could tell even with only his sense of hearing and eyes closed something about the passer-by. Erratic steps usually always belonged to either a child or a frightened individual in fear of something to their existence. Tentative most of the time conveyed of a smart person in question, someone who wouldn't let their guard down for even a brief moment, even if they were in a familiar setting. But these footsteps, however, told an entirely different story.

Their owner definitely wasn't an erratic child, that much was obvious because of the loud booming sound they made when their feet impacted on the ground, shaking the earth in an almost frenzied manner. But one could already surmise that the owner didn't lack in terms of being careful or smart as the footsteps hardly ever diverged from their path, only moving to their desired destination which just happened to be the exact location where Shorty and his companions currently were at, and the adolescent wasn't certain he wanted to meet this individual should they prove to be hostile. But nothing in this person's demeanor screamed danger thus far to them, so maybe it wasn't all bad. Then again, assuming the worst was sometimes a much needed action one had to take in order to stay on the right path.

As the footsteps finally reached their position, Shorty was almost glad and anxious at the same time to notice that they had suddenly stopped altogether. Part of him had prayed this stranger would only walk past them and all of them could go their separate ways and not face any unnecessary risks from making the wrong decision on this matter if the figure turned out to be quite not so granting of sparing them. Eventually, the tension was too much to bear any longer and Shorty had to have some answers about this individual as soon as possible, he took a cautious step away from the bushes, ignoring the fearful gazes of his companions, poked his head out to take a brief glimpse of the stranger, preferably before they could detect him as if it turned out to be a sharptooth then all of their lives were as good as forfeit.

The first thing he saw was a big brown foot, which was not exactly a surprise as he was already well aware of the fact that the person in question was a big dinosaur. However, as he took a closer look it quickly became aware that all of his fear were unfounded as the individual definitely wasn't a sharptooth when Shorty directed his gaze upwards to meet the stranger's gaze whom had apparently already noticed him long before Shorty had even become aware of. What shocked him the most was that the person was another longneck. Even so, he wasn't about to let his guard down just because this one was a longneck instead of an sharptooth, you could never be too careful with people you didn't know yet, as he himself had become very familiar with that fact in recent days. Before he could have a chance to question the longneck about what they wanted, the stranger spoke in a clear and calm tone and Shorty noticed pretty fast that this one was a male.

''You don't have to fear me, little one. I will not harm you or your friends hiding under that bush.''

Shorty's eyes widened. ''How did you-''

''Because I saw someone's brown tail sticking out from the foliage just now, they're not really good at hiding, are they?'' There was a teasing tone in his voice, suggesting that he had found the idea of young longnecks hiding under the bushes and failing miserably at it rather entertaining, although he didn't probably mean it to mock them it certainly seemed like that to Shorty and he suspected his companions did as well. As if sensing his internal thinking, a loud slap could be heard as someone's tail impacted with another's face, causing the receiver of it to cry out in pain.

''Ow! What was that for?!''

''You just couldn't keep your tail tucked in, could you, Browntail? You're lucky it wasn't a sharptooth that caught us, otherwise I fear you might have lost that tail of yours altogether!''

''Did you really have to hit me with yours that hard, though?''

''Yeah, I did. Better learn from your mistakes and make sure they don't repeat ever again because there might not be next time, Browntail! You should know that better than anyone by now!''

''Are you implying something?''

''What if I am?''

''Oh, that's it! Come here!''

''Do they always act like this?'' The adult longneck whispered to Shorty after lowering his head to his level, a hint of amusement in his tone.

''No, and thankfully so, otherwise I probably wouldn't even be here right now,'' Shorty whispered back, but was quick to move away from the stranger, still sceptical about his intentions. He whistled to get his companions attention and the momentarily playful argument was put on a hold as they were quick to move behind him, eyeing the larger longneck warily.

He smiled softly after seeing the children take cover behind the adolescent longneck in fear of him. He lowered his head down once more to take a closer look at each of them, eyeing one for a brief moment before turning to the next in line for inspection. It all irked Shorty greatly and he made sure to always keep the children behind him all the while glaring at the other longneck fiercely, tempting him to make a wrong move. ''Do you mind by any chance of stopping what you are doing right now? You're scaring them.''

The adult lowered his eyes, consenting with Shorty's request as he took a step back. ''I am sorry, but I had to make sure none of you were whom I am looking for. And sadly, you are not what I have been searching for a long time now.''

Shorty was curious as to what the adult meant by that. ''What do you mean?''

''I have been searching for my son for a while, to no avail. It's starting to look like I will never find him in the end. The name is Bron, by the way. I must also ask of you that by any chance have you encountered any other longnecks around your age?''

Shorty was quick to shake his head in denial. ''Nope, these kids are all whom I have seen,'' he glared at Bron. ''Not that it's any of your concern, really.''

Bron nodded. ''Well, I thank you anyway, and you are correct, it is not any of my business to worry about, but I can't help but wonder how exactly have you children managed thus far relatively well? Judging by your appearance you haven't had any lack of food lately, and now that I think about it, where are your parents at? It is dangerous to be out here by yourselves and without any real protection.''

Shorty contemplated whether to reveal to Bron what he knew about the children so far. A part of him was reluctant to comply, but what was the harm of revealing only some parts of the whole case he knew so little about? And this longneck had barely shown any act of aggression during their entire encounter with one another, so perhaps it would be beneficial to converse with him. For all he knew the longneck could also know something about his companions parent's fates and if they were still alive. A slim chance, but one nevertheless and Shorty was damned if he were to pass perhaps his only chance of finding out useful information.

''I suppose there's no harm in revealing that part. Right guys?'' He asked his companions, who nodded warily, still apprehensive about Bron's intentions themselves and how they fit into all of that. ''I found them some time ago trying to cross fast water and might I add what a ridiculous idea that was from the very beginning, apparently they had been separated from their parents due to that earthshake a few days earlier. I suppose you know about it as well, huh?''

Bron nodded, urging him to continue.

''Anyway, long story short, I saved one of them from dying and they so generously asked me to take them with me and they wouldn't take no for an answer, let me tell you that much. They were quite insistent on not being left alone after spending all that time by themselves after they got separated from their herd, so I begrudgingly took them with me and here we are.'' Shorty made sure not to mention about their earlier argument to Bron, he didn't wish to find out what his reaction to that would have been. Some things were better left forgotten for eternity.

''That is saddening to hear, indeed,'' Bron replied sympathetically, lowering his head to the children's level once more and this time he was glad to see them not react so much as frightened like before, albeit they still didn't exactly trust the adult longneck with their lives, the earlier tension was long gone. ''I know how you feel, little ones… I wish more than anything that one day you will find your families again and be reunited.''

''Which reminds me about something I wanted to ask of you,'' Shorty said. ''Have you encountered any longneck herds lately with missing children? There's a chance that they could've been their families.'' He pointed to the young children.

''I'm afraid that I haven't met with any longneck herds, or even other herds for that matter in a long time. I have only crossed paths with either lone travelers or hungry sharpteeth, who have been relatively weak in numbers lately, which is something to rejoice very much so. It appears that the earthshake has affected all of us in more ways than one. ''Bron answered melancholy.

Shorty groaned. ''That's just great…''

A long silence ensued while everyone thought about the growing desperation that was suddenly starting to affect all of them at once. Life certainly hadn't been very hospitable for them lately as the previous day's events heavily suggested and they would more than likely only become worse and worse as time passed, which meant that in order to survive one had to be willing to do anything to survive. It was simply survival of the fittest right now, and no matter how malign it was, unfortunately it was all they had as of now. There would come a time when peace would reign once again, but the worst would had to be faced before that time would come.

''I must ask of you children, what is your plan for the future now? Surely you don't mean to travel from place to place in search of something you might not even find out there, and especially since you've been without protection so far, I cannot no longer in good conscience keep going on my way without making sure that you kids will be alright,'' Bron broke the long silence with his words.

''Actually, that was kind of our plan,'' Shorty said nonchalantly.

''Not like we had anything better to do,'' Browntail murmured.

Rest of the children were quick to shake their heads in agreement with their two companions' words, much to Bron's disappointment.

''Journeying across the world when you don't even have a clear destination in mind?'' Bron shook his head. ''That's a very good way to get yourselves severely hurt at some point or worse, get you all killed. Is that what you want?''

''Then what you suggest we do, huh?'' Shorty pointed out angrily. ''We are not big like you and no matter if we would put our minds together to formulate prudent plan of action we can never achieve the things you can!''

''With me you can.''

Bron's words confounded all of them, Shorty most of all.

''What do you mean by that?'' Shorty asked.

''Why, by coming with me, of course,'' Bron answered as it was the most obvious thing in the world.

''Go with you? To where?''

''Wherever the road takes us, young ones,'' Bron responded to Shorty in an inviting tone, desiring to offer the children a place much safer than they had right now.

''Like I said, I'm not about to leave young children to survive on their own out here. That's downright way to a path of no return from. Not to mention it would be considered very cruel and very much against my ideals to abandon you here all alone. Which is why I cannot do that to you.''

Some form of scepticism still lingered on Shorty, but the invitation was a tempting one to take. Still, if it seemed too good to be true that was because it usually was. However, Shorty couldn't dismiss the fact that Bron's offer seemed very genuine and his tone never betrayed his body language. Even so, could he trust himself to make this decision for all of them? He wasn't about to let Browntail or any of the other kids decide such a big decision that would affect all of them. But having a fully-grown longneck by your side was a very good way to discourage any sharpteeth from attacking them head on, and while they hadn't had any unfortunate encounters with them thus far, it would be one less worry in the end for all of them.

Nevertheless, that sinking feeling wouldn't leave his mind that should they follow Bron everything would change in a blink of an eye to something they hadn't anticipated, something that would bring only chaos at the end of the day, and the thought of that ever taking place made Shorty almost make a irrational decision right then and there. When he looked at his companions the only thing he saw was pure faith in the adult longneck to save them from despair. Only children weren't as smart as adults or Shorty were, hence being unable to make a level-headed verdict while considering all aspects from different angles.

But what if he was wrong, wrong about everything his mind had come up thus far? That despite his feeling of hesitation to accept the most generous offer they had been given, what if all of that was completely and utterly true in the end? If that was so, then all of their problems really would start to disappear one at a time, or they would face new ones subsequently later, and the feeling of unknown in that case made Shorty feel lightheaded. He took notice that while he had been contemplating inside his mind what was the best course of action, Browntail had took the mantle of speaking for the group in Shorty's stead.

''You would really do that for us? For real?''

Bron nodded while smiling broadly. ''As real as the world before you is, lad. I would be more than willing to grant you any possible chance to live a far better life than this, wouldn't you agree?''

Browntail was so enthusiastic that he started to jump all around while screaming in delight, which made some of the others join him on the fun. It all reminded Shorty of what had transpired just moments before and the shame he felt for not being able to keep his emotions in check. He shook his head, reminding himself not to waste time on the past any more than he already had in the past few days.

Bron smiled even more widely after seeing the children start to get extremely happy of the notion that all of their worries would soon be over. However, when he locked gazes with the only one who wasn't celebrating, he couldn't help but frown in confusion. Just why exactly wasn't the green longneck joining them on their moment of celebration? It all didn't make one ounce of sense to him. He would have figured that by now even the most suspicious of the group had abandoned his suspicions about him and his intentions.

But that hadn't happened. Even now the kid still gazed at him with that same look he had received from him earlier. It all made Bron wonder what this poor kid had been through to become so untrusting of others he didn't know very well. Still whatever his reasons for doing such a thing, Bron couldn't fault him for that. He had seen many dinosaurs even lose their minds over the tragedies they had faced. Once that happened, they were never the same as before and he suspected that something similar had happened to the kid as well not too long ago. Bron only hoped that one day he could open up about it to someone, even if it wasn't him. Keeping those feelings inside of you for too long never did any good to anyone. He would know that better than anybody.

He forced a weak smile and eventually when the loud noises of the children had died down, more than likely wondering themselves now for the first time why their lone companion wasn't joining them, prompted for him to speak freely about his insecurities with a friendly nod in his direction and words of encouragement. ''I see you still have some qualms about this, don't you? You can speak freely, I will not judge you for it, and neither will they.'' He gestured towards the children, who approved with nods of their own.

Shorty gave a weak nod in reply and spoke his mind. ''Concerning your intentions… I want to believe you can grant us all of those things you said, but it is not as easy for me to blindly trust someone unlike they would. And despite what you claim I still have my doubts about all of that, including you. I mean, would you trust a complete stranger yourself if you were in my position?''

''I can understand your hesitation to accept, but like I have mentioned already, you have nothing to fear from me. I only wish to help you. Yes, I would like you to take up on my offer like your friends have, but if you don't wish to join I will not force you to do anything you're not comfortable with.''

''But… I also mentioned that I would soon rather die than leave young children out here all alone, and that's still my intention. I cannot make you cooperate, but I will also not allow you to get yourself needlessly killed, young one. You have far too much to live for before it's your time to leave this world.''

Shorty scowled. ''You don't know a thing about me or what I've been through.'' It came as a whisper, but Bron got the idea from his body language alone to figure out the fact that he wasn't exactly okay with whatever had happened to him in such a short time span, Bron could figure out as much by merely looking at his features and the fact that despite his brave show of bravado he put together, his eyes told another story entirely. A story about a broken soul that could possibly be even beyond repair by now.

''That may be true, I will probably never know how much hardship you've had to go through lately, such a thing should never happen to a child your age. Childhood should be cherished while it lasts, because when it's over, you will realize what a cruel world is waiting for you out there. The only choice you can make is will you face that alone or will you join like-minded individuals to counter those effects to the best of your ability to do so.''

''I didn't know you were so sappy.''

Bron laughed. ''There are many things you don't know about me, boy. Would you like to know more? The way to that is right here in front of you. Come with us and who knows? You might learn some valuable lessons that you didn't even dare to imagine.''

Shorty couldn't help but feel somewhat frustrated with how his mind was working right now, one moment he was all for joining with Bron alongside his newfound allies, then his mind took a complete turn and then he was wondering why such a notion would've ever come to his mind in the first place. He wished he could stop asking all of these pointless questions in his mind that he had already been through once during the entire exchange and why couldn't he had firmly stick on one option instead of numerous? None of it made any damn sense to him, something that was starting to be a norm by now.

So he begged and begged for even a brief chance of respite from all the noises inside his head to stop screaming all at once like they were the only ones in the right whereas the others were only going to lead them astray. So many choices in the end, but he had the tedious task of only choosing one of them in the end, which was proving to be an impossible task to succeed in right now.

On the other side, Browntail could not help but frown in perturbation by how long Shorty's decision was taking. Why couldn't he simply do the best course of action, to take Bron's offer on joining forces with him, it was like a dream come true, after all, so it was mildly put that he was most puzzled by the turn of events. He couldn't handle the silence for another minute, so he yelled loudly to the struggling longneck. ''Shorty! Please, come with us! It will all be okay in the end, you'll see!'' His voice was quite enthusiastic, seemingly his earlier mood hadn't dampened at all. ''Bron here wants to help us! Don't you?''

He wordlessly nodded.

And just like that, the sensation of hesitation once again came about to nag Shorty once more with its annoying tendency to put thoughts in his head he wasn't sure he liked very much or in worst case scenario, put words in his mouth. It felt like he was rehearsing this conversation again and again to prepare for an imposing speech to a herd awaiting for him to start speaking to them. It had to end now, one way or another. Sharing a brief glance with the brownish longneck who once again was nothing short but amazed by his variable mood to affect matters like he wanted it to happen.

Now that he was certain he had made his decision for the last time, he silenced all of the other thoughts crying out to him to reconsider for a moment about the path he was about to take which would hopefully change his entire life for better once more. But when he was about to consummate his course of action, to his surprise he found out that his mouth had gone dry and no amount of willpower would allow him to utter the words he desperately wanted to let out. Then the thought of actually being able to do this resurfaced. He shook his head, forcing all of the negative emotions out of his mind before they had a chance to manifold. He raised his head and spoke the words he'd been waiting to release all this time.

''Very well. I accept your offer to accompany you on your journey,'' Shorty said. ''For how long that may last.'' He added silently.

It didn't take even a full two seconds until all of the children once again gave into their childish tendencies and started to jump around and scream in delight, no more so than Browntail himself whom practically leaped towards Shorty in an attempt to hug him tightly. The green longneck managed to swiftly jump out of the way sideways before that could happen, frowning in disapproval of his attempted act.

''The original rules still stand, squirt,'' Shorty said accusingly. ''You'd do best to remember them well, especially from now on.''

''No promises, Shorty!''

Bron's loud laugh attracted their attention back to him. ''I think we're going to enjoy each other's company very much so.''

''How so?'' Shorty asked indifferently.

''Call it a hunch,'' Bron smiled one last time and began to walk away from the scene, gesturing them to follow him. After a moment, Shorty started to follow after them.

''Be careful what you wish for, you haven't seen what those little annoying kids can do to you quite yet, but you will soon enough. I wonder, will you still say the same as you are right now or will your bravado finally fall apart?'' Shorty pondered noiselessly while a devious smirk formed on his lips by just envisioning sight of a poor and helpless adult longneck facing unruly children. ''All the same, that moment will be worth waiting for.''



A faint sigh escaped from the longneck's lips, his brain struggling to process everything that had happened in the short time span of his new living with complete strangers was becoming sort of a habitual thing by now and he had enough time to get used to the life he now faced. The sigh was resigned and weary, signaling the end of deliberate effort and the beginning of passive deterioration. The action was so quiet that it went unnoticed by everyone around him, it's sound and movement dissipated out into the vastness of the world and made no effect at all. It was the pivotal turning point of the longneck's life, the moment when everything would change for better or worse remained to be seen.

In the darkness of the night when he closed his eyes and allowed his other emotions do the job for him, he could almost picture himself back in his former home again, a place where his dreams of life may flow freely in the wind. The lingering light from the Night Circle shone above the herd, rapidly swallowing any remaining light from the Bright Circle which was rapidly starting to fall down behind the mountain range, making way for the night once again.

A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness, some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark night. A small lake beside his temporary nest glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence that lined the soil. The faint wind brushed against the surface of the water, unsettling the reflection of the greenish longneck.

It had been a good few days since they joined forces with Bron and during that time there had been some mildly interesting events developing around them. They had barely travelled a day's worth until they encountered some other longnecks on their way and they had been quick to demand joining with them, explaining that there was strength in numbers after all, just like Bron had with them. Naturally, they had been accepted to travel with them and it didn't take long until more and more longnecks joined with them. And before long, they had become a full fledged herd, one that was over twice the size of Shorty's former one.

But that hadn't been the end of these strange events, as the children that had been travelling with them shockingly found some of their own folks they had been separated from initially. After the happy reunions had passed and the children were once again in the safety of their families care, Shorty couldn't help but feel a bit… low-spirited. He had spend considerable amount of time with these young ones and had even gotten somewhat attached to them. The one thing he didn't like about this was that not all of the children found their families in the end, only making them feel more miserable as they witnessed the happy reunions of the other families in silence.

Yet, they had been quickly adopted to other families, most of whom didn't even have their own children for some reason or another. They wouldn't ever replace their real families, but they would once again have that special someone who would look after their every need when they needed it the most. The only one that hadn't been adopted into any family was Shorty himself, and he didn't quite know what to feel about that outcome.

On one hand he didn't have any desire to join another family after losing the one he had loved the most, and thinking about those painful memories only brought his faith down the more he thought about everyone he had lost. Still, he thought about what it would like to have that kind of life again with someone else, albeit they really weren't his real parents and whatnot, the sentiment was still there nonetheless. Someone cleared their throat behind him, snapping him from his inner thoughts abruptly.

''Are you okay, Shorty?'' Bron asked with caution, aware of the fact that the young longeck was in need of company more than ever right now after being alone for considerable amount of time, the baritone of his voice reverberating through Shorty's bones as he rotated around to face the other longeck and locked eyes with him, watching him intensely.

''I'm fine,'' Shorty said quietly, devoid of enthusiasm. He then chuckled quietly after seeing the worry in his eyes as the one thing he didn't wish right now was pity from anyone, least of all from him, even if Shorty could admit that he wasn't so bad once you got to know him better.

He saw the brief look flash across his face before Shorty could stop himself from making himself feel like that, a small sad smile played on Bron's lips as he gazed at Shorty' eyes, prompting him to tell the truth instead of lying to his face like he believed it would've worked in the end. ''Really, I'm fine. Just… tired, is all.''

Bron nodded in understanding. It had certainly been a long day they were just now starting to put behind them hopefully for the last time and despite his wish to be beside the green longneck after being left alone by his former companions, albeit unintentional, must have hurt him more than he showed. But because he was now leader of the herd they had put together only a few days ago he had to focus most of his time managing the herd and protecting them from possible dangers lurking around, hence not being able to stay near him most of the time even if he wished otherwise. ''Indeed it has and I am sure that there will be many more like it in the future.''

''But I am here to see how you are doing, Shorty, and judging by your expression you're not doing as well as you say. I am not here to talk to you as a leader, instead I'm here to talk to you as a friend, just like before.''

Shorty's face fell faster than sky water hit the ground. In that instant his mouth hung open with lips slightly parted and eyes as wide as they could stretch in his sockets. Apparently his attempt to discourage Bron from asking him all of the questions that were bound to come sooner or later had failed in the end as the adult saw right through his carefully made-up façade. He glanced nervously around, hoping to prolong the inevitable for as long as he could, but his hopes were once again crushed as Bron sat down beside him. ''You shouldn't keep those emotions inside of you for far too long, Shorty. Believe me, they will only hurt you more in the end, let them out… I am here for you.''

Something flashed beneath the surface of Shorty's hardened expression and Bron hurried to investigate the sudden shift. It was too late, the emotion disappeared before it could have been identified, like reaching desperately for something you couldn't catch no matter how hard you tried, dangling so tantalizingly close, but in the end it was lost forever.

Shorty couldn't help but compare the night with his own state of mind, his insides were in a chaos. A mess. Something was bothering him. Something was hurting him. Something ached inside him. Something felt so wrong, so invalid but he couldn't tell what. He tried to pinpoint the cause for this unexplained pain but failed. He tried to reason this unbearable burning but didn't find any. Everything felt so confused, just like a jumbled set of a puzzle. A puzzle he didn't know how to solve without help, but that required him to reveal his feelings to someone and he wasn't certain if he was ready for that.

The nausea swirled unrestrained in his empty stomach, head swam with half-formed regrets. The melancholy mood overhang Shorty like a black cloud, raining his personal sorrow down wherever he went, grating his nerves more and more. Eventually, all of that was too hard to hold onto and he knew that the only way to probably stop these feelings from resurfacing ever again was to reveal to the one who was willing to help him all that he felt, no matter how bleak and depressing it might have been. His words sounded hollow, but his fortitude was all time high at that moment. ''Alright… if that really will make things feel a lot better, I will do it… I can't stand these emotions anymore!''

Bron gestured with a curt nod to let Shorty know to take his time explaining his feelings, knowing it wouldn't do anyone any good if he just decided to rush things to get through it a lot faster, the green longneck took that gesture in good faith and began to recount his story to Bron from before they encountered each other that day. Words left Shorty before he had become even aware of thinking of speaking, as if his mind had a mind of its own and didn't care about his feelings on the matter at all.

Shorty was sure to keep an eye for Bron's reactions at the same time when their conversation was taking place, but to his surprise his eyes seemed to be as mobile as the rest of his large body was, not making even the tiniest amount of movement the entire time. Shorty started to think whether the other longneck was even listening to a word he said, but all thoughts about that disappeared when he saw him look at him in pity when he revealed what happened to his mother. He didn't want it, pity wouldn't bring his mother back no matter how hard he missed her and wished her to be right here beside him.

When Shorty had finally said all that was to be said about his past, he looked deeply into Bron's eyes, waiting for any kind of a reaction from him other than pity he had been shown earlier. He swallowed deeply and closed his eyes for a brief moment to probably compose some form of a response and eventually Bron opened his eyes and spoke. ''I see… you have been through more than enough, far more than some others have in their entire lives…''

Shorty's gaze lowered to the ground, not being able to look him in the eyes any longer. ''So… are you happy now that you know what I've been through?''

''I am glad that you chose to speak to me about your feelings, Shorty, but this… I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that something terrible had happened to you, but I couldn't fathom it would be this… serious at all in the end…''

Silence reigned for a long time until Shorty finally raised his gaze up once more, flabbergasted when he felt the other longneck nudge him softly to get him to focus on him again. ''All of that reminded me of my own mate and child who is still out there somewhere. Like you, I lost something I loved dearly and I wasn't even there when it happened. I only heard about my mate's death from someone I didn't even know beforehand.''

At that moment only did Shorty remember what Bron had said to them about his missing family and he realized that they were connected in more ways than one. They both knew how painful it was to lose someone you loved, but in Bron's case it was more severe as he had no clue what happened to his child after all. That had to hurt over million times more hard than what Shorty had gone through. Sure, he lost his mother and practically saw her die in front of him, but actually losing someone you barely even knew existed in the first place and could do nothing about that was hell of a lot worse fate to befall.

''You told me about your child and not having any idea where they might be right now… Do you have plans to seek them out eventually?'' Shorty carefully asked while anticipating Bron to react in some way be it sadness, anger or something else entirely. He hoped he hadn't unwittingly just caused him to react in a way that would be pernicious as that wasn't his intention in the first place. But all of his fears were unfounded as the longneck answered to him in a calm and soothing tone. ''Yes, that was my plan, but it hasn't exactly worked out well considering that my child could be anywhere right now and going blindly out there without a sense of direction would only hinder me further. Not only that, I have responsibilities now to my herd and keeping them safe. Including you and that's something I can't abandon no matter my personal feelings about it.''

''But… I hope that one day I will be able to meet my child, whether that moment is days from now or even seasons from now, one day I hope to have that peace of mind and not constantly think or worry about them being in danger or… even worse.'' Bron said in a crestfallen tone, seemingly blaming himself for not being there when he was needed the most and Shorty could understand that better than ever before. Before him laid nothing of the anterior brave and fearless longneck that he had gotten the pleasure to know. Now only thing that remained in front of him was a broken father with a new purpose in life.

Shorty's words sounded hollow in Bron's ears, but he appreciated the sentiment to ease his mind even just a little bit when he heard the green longneck speak for the first time in a while. ''I do hope that one day you will meet your child, but you were right about not knowing when that chance eventually will come to pass by, or even if at all. There's just too many unknowns here at play.''

''For a kid your age you are pretty smart one, and you're correct about not knowing when and even if such a chance will be granted to me. If not, I at least hope that my child is living a life worth living for and if I do receive another chance at being a father I will never let that child down again, that much I promise myself.'' Bron nodded solemnly.

''However, back to the topic at hand. When I said that you have place among this herd I truly meant it, Shorty. Life has not been kind to you thus far and I want to make that better in any way I possibly can. I have seen that no adult has adopted you yet and that honestly makes me feel saddened, I'm sure that any adult that's worthy of being your guardian wouldn't hesitate on the chance to take such a talented kid like you into their family, of that I am most certain of.'' Bron said truthfully to the longneck beside him, making Shorty freeze a bit in his attempt to relay at least some kind of a admissible response.

''Yeah… perhaps one day, but it doesn't look like that right now as far as I'm concerned. I thought I could get used to the idea eventually, but it's far harder than I ever could have anticipated. I am really starting to believe that there's simply no family fit enough to take me to be one of them.'' Shorty said miserably in resignation.

''You just haven't found the right kind of a family that's made for you, Shorty. All of your friends whom you accompanied with ever since the day you saved one of them from drowning certainly speaks against that. Those kids have nothing but clear confidence in you and your abilities. Do you really believe they would have been so insistent on staying with you all this time?''

Shorty couldn't help but start laughing widely all of a sudden, catching Bron off guard for a while and starting to make him feel a bit worried at Shorty's antics. He could reflect in his mind for a long time what had caused such a reaction from the green logneck, but ultimately decided to ask him straight from himself. ''What's so funny?''

''I just can't stop thinking about that face you made when they wouldn't stop jumping and screaming around you and begging you to carry them all the time, even when they weren't tired at all. The glances you would trade with me about that always made me feel a bit giddy inside, but I always had to suppress the laugh that would have come out if I dared to open my mouth to say anything at all!'' Shorty giggled in delight of that memory that seemed like a distant one right now, but still very firmly stored in his memory for all time. It would have been a great loss indeed to let that memory go, after all.

Bron quickly got the idea of what Shorty was talking about and he couldn't help but join him on laughing about the whole ordeal after a while. It really was a moment that Bron hadn't been expecting to happen so soon with his newfound companions, but it was a welcome gesture nonetheless that showed they trusted him deeply. ''You knew something like that was going to happen sooner or later, didn't you?'' His tone was a taunting one when he spoke to Shorty after their guffaws came to an end.

''I had a hunch something like that would happen. What gave me away?''

''I saw that brief smirk on your face when you weren't paying attention to anything in particular for a while, and it was enough to convey to me that either you had something planned or something was going to happen sooner or later and it didn't even take half a day until it did.'' Bron smiled fondly while letting a few more chuckles escape from his lips.

''Ah, well… at least I tried to act like nothing was going to happen…'' Shorty snorted.

Shorty laid back on the grass, feeling himself slowly starting to fall asleep before sparing a brief look at Bron's direction when he couldn't stop a soft sigh escape from his muzzle. Bron only smiled at the display and gestured for him to simply go to sleep as he needed it more than ever if they were to continue their journey the next day. No words were needed between them as they both began to search for a comfortable position in order to sleep without interruptions on that part. Shorty closed his eyes and drew in a lung full of fresh air. He couldn't stop bad things from happening to him or someone he cared about, but he could live his new life to the fullest and not allow despair break him now when he had conquered his worst fears.

In his quiet contemplation he could think of all the dearest memories he had from his friends and family without fearing that a nightmare would cut that moment off too early. The people he had once cherished were no longer with him physically, but they would always remain with him as long as he remembered them clear as day and what really mattered to him right now was to be with his new companions more than ever as they understood him like no other had. He would have thought that finding this happiness again would be an impossible goal to achieve, but here he was… amidst those who he wouldn't give up for the world a second time now that he had finally achieved even that brief chance of felicity once more and nothing made him feel more peaceful and content with his life in that moment of tranquillity.



And thus concludes my entry for the Gang of Five's August prompt. Writing this story definitely took me a while, but it was all very much fun in the end and I am most satisfied with the results. Since this will be my last fic for the time being as the prompt challenge is on a hiatus until December, there probably won't be any new stories released until then. I hope that you enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it, albeit it was a hinder due to recent developments in my personal life.

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Silver Screen / JOKER
« on: September 01, 2019, 02:39:31 PM »
Well, a new trailer was released a few days ago, and boy... I'm even more hyped now for this upcoming film. The teaser gave me a chance to finally go to the cinemas once again after a long break from that. The producer really did a good job with you starting to feel sorry for this criminal mastermind that the Joker is. This is definitely on my to-watch list from now on. I wholeheartedly recommend those who haven't seen the trailer to go watch it and give their own opinion about it! And remember to smile, folks! ;)


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAGVQLHvwOY

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LBT Fanfiction / The Necessary Truth
« on: June 08, 2019, 04:48:26 AM »
The Necessary Truth


The approaching soft footsteps strolled down the hill. Each footfall chaotically spaced from the last. It was quite obvious that their owner lacked confidence and was likely scared out of their wits as of this moment. The female fast runner kept looking behind her every few minutes or so, apparently fearing that anything could jump out of the shadows to harm her.
 
There was a crunch of gravel behind Ruby as she pressed onward into the dark night. She passed large cliffs and small streams which flowed to who knew where. Until now Ruby had not had a good opportunity to explore her new surroundings more. On the other hand, this little excursion was meant to last only for a few minutes. Ruby had needed something much more interesting to explore than just old boring rocky walls that made their nest.
 
She was supposed to take a quick look around before her parents came back, but inadvertently, had drifted farther from home. Ruby didn’t know how much time had passed since then, but she suspected that her parents had more than likely already returned and would be worried sick when they noticed she wasn’t in the nest where she was supposed to be.
 
Ruby continued to move on until she arrived at a small pond. She decided to sit down on the edge of the pond for a moment to rest her tired feet and also her nerves. Ruby gazed at her own reflection, pondering what to do next. Her parents had made sure to start teaching her early to survive alone in the Mysterious Beyond, but despite all that she was still only a small child who still desperately needed her parents. Especially now.
 
She thought back to what her father had said if she ever found herself in a position like this, but no matter how hard she tried to remember she just couldn’t. She could just stay here and hope that her parents would find her tracks and then eventually her. But the Hanging Rock was still very unknown to the fast runner family. They had just moved here a couple of days ago, so they hardly had the option to explore more than they had.
 
Desperate, Ruby could no longer hold back her tears as they flowed down her face, eventually ending up in the small pond, making tiny splashing sounds. ‘’Mommy, daddy… I need you now more than ever. Where are you?’’
 
However, Ruby received no answer. She was all alone in this place. The cold wind occasionally flapped, which made her shiver. A moment later Ruby stood up and moved her gaze around her new surroundings, still a little sad, cold and also hungry. She had not eaten anything after breakfast. Ruby saw nothing that could be of use to her, so she resumed her travel once more. She passed a small stream that circled around the glade, where she currently was. Passing through a large-sized rock, Ruby continued her journey into the darkness. Unwittingly that she had left very clear tracks behind her that anything could follow. A pair of red eyes gleamed from the darkness, and began to trail her.
 

Detras thought about how everything had suddenly turned so severe. One minute everything had been relatively well and the next… total chaos.  He and his mate had returned to their nest after foraging the entire region for nourishment. Fortunately, they had managed to find some green food and fish from small pools that occupied the Hanging Rock. But the sight that awaited them home was enough to evaporate any hunger they felt. Ruby was missing.

They dropped everything they had with them in a flash and sprinted away from the scene to look for their daughter. Detras didn’t know what possessed Ruby to abandon the nest, especially because she was specifically forbidden to do such a matter. They would ask her once they found her. If they found her. The Hanging Rock was a vast place. It would take ages to scout the entire area. But if that action was necessary in order to find her then so be it.

The male fast runner’s gaze switched between his mate and their surroundings while incessantly screaming their daughter’s name. ‘’Ruby! Where are you?’’ But no matter how many times they yelled there still was not an answer. This was beginning to look more severe with every passing moment. Still, they couldn’t just hope that Ruby would find her own way back to the nest. Even if Detras was determined to teach his daughter all the necessities about their kind’s way of life, she was still a small child.

‘’She couldn’t have gotten far,’’ Detras said. ‘’We weren’t gone for long, so there’s still hope that she’s near the premises.’’

Pearl sighed. ‘’But what if something awful happened to her? There are various threats here, dear, and we haven’t even been here long enough to familiarize ourselves with our surroundings. Oh, this is hopeless. We’ll never find her like this.’’

Detras took her hands to his. ‘’We’ll find her, dear. We just have to keep hope alive.’’

She sniffed. ‘’Oh, I hope you’re right, Detras,’’ she said. ‘’I just can’t stop thinking about what could have already happened to her.  We never should have left her alone in the nest. I feared something like this would happen.’’

‘’We couldn’t have any way of knowing that Ruby would depart from the nest,’’ Detras replied. ‘’Children are curious. Perhaps she just thought to investigate her surroundings and got lost. I know because I did that once when I was a youngling.’’

Pearl gazed at him. ‘’That seems like a probable assumption. But still, I do not feel alright with this at all!’’

‘’I wouldn’t expect you to,’’ Detras said. ‘’Still, we must remember that she is only a child. I promise you, Pearl, we will find her.’’

Pearl nodded. ‘’I hope you’re right, dear.’’


Ruby trudged along the terrain, her focus completely elsewhere. Her eyes kept bouncing from one spot to another very fervently. Once again, she had no idea if her current path was the right one in the first place. Her only real solution to this problem merely was to roam aimlessly and hope for the best. For all she knew she could be walking in circles and not making any progress at all. Each section of the region appeared to be identical. Ruby sighed in fatigue. Nonetheless, Ruby was filled with determination to find her parents rather than something else entirely discovering her.

Ruby’s legs ached, so she came to a halt momentarily, catching her breath. This journey certainly was wearing, it was best to take short breaks every now and then. She might need her strength in the future. ‘’This is turning out to be even more tiring than that run daddy had me do earlier today. It would be a good idea to rest, because then there wouldn’t be need for rest later on. Which would only benefit me in the long run. Daddy always says that a fast runner who cannot run if need be is a dead fast runner.’’

Ruby sat down on a small stone to rest for a moment. She looked up at the night sky, mulling over how she would get out of this predicament. However, her young mind was unable to formulate any kind of sensible plan other than to proceed onward. She desired more than anything in the world right now that she would by chance encounter with her parents along the way. ‘’It seems that my only hope is to keep moving forward, seeing as it possesses the greatest chance to advance further in my task of moving forward.’’

With a plan in mind, she begun to once more walk forward with intention to find her parents sooner rather than later. She passed by many small rivers and ponds, small rock formations that appeared to take a weird shapes that she could not identify, through a thick gap in the wall that separated her from advancing further. She began to notice how everything seemed a lot more peaceful than before, which lifted her spirits up.

Arriving at a crossroad, which arched into several separate routes, she contemplated for a moment, which one would be smarter to take. A flashback from many days ago came out of the blue. Her father had inquired about situations like this. If there were many paths to choose from, she would have to pick out the very best and proceed. Ruby remembered that she had been told to keep an eye out for any possible outward sights she could use.

And she saw one right now.

In the middle, a tad narrow passageway loomed upon her. It looked quite inviting, so she decided to use it. She passed through the large gap without any problems whatsoever. Carrying on, she took notice of her surroundings a bit more. This particular path seemingly curved around the vicinity. Ruby begun to ponder if she would soon find herself at some already familiar sight that had been passed by long ago. But she chose not to pay it any heed. If indeed that would happen then she could always find another way out. Daddy always said that no matter how bleak the situation may seem, there is always a path away from such issues.

Soon she found herself standing in an enormous and vacant stead. The walls reached high. It almost felt like they could touch the sky, but Ruby knew that couldn’t be possible, so she decided to leave it in peace. There was a large cluster of tall rocks that looked like massive individuals. It shouldn’t surprise her. This place was called the Hanging Rock after all.

Thick vines embraced the occasional stone, and there were even tiny ponds filled with water all around the formation. Ruby could admit that it was a breathtakingly beautiful sight indeed. Surely something like this could only exist in dreams and hopes. But she was standing right there. A living proof. ‘’Wow… this place is just so beautiful. I wouldn’t have believed such a place existed if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes just now.’’

‘’I wonder what my parents would think of this if they saw it like I have seen it.’’

Her parents. She had completely forgotten them for a moment. This whole place seemed to have a magic touch that pulled you with it and you would forget all of your past troubles for even a while. Although it wasn’t a bad thing at all, she would rather savor this moment with her parents.

Ruby begun to look for an exit frantically. More determined than ever to return to her parents. After a while, she apparently found her target. Though she was eager to leave his place, she also wanted to stay a little while longer. But deep down, she knew that was not an option right now. Now was the time to depart.

She started to walk toward the gloomy path, but before she could take another step, a blatant growl stopped her immediately. She looked around her hastily to pinpoint where it had come from, but couldn’t find it no matter how hard she tried. She sniffed around her, and while her kind’s sense of smell was not as good like that of a sharptooth, it was better than any leaf-eater’s, that was certain.

She sniffed once more, and to her horror, she could detect a slight scent emitting somewhere near her. Another growl cut her line of focus, but this time, it was much closer. And it was approaching fast. Ruby’s hard pounded louder in her chest. Her knees felt weak and it was a miracle that she hadn’t collapsed to the ground yet. Soon another growl followed, and this time she could pinpoint its location. It was coming from the dark pathway. Heading straight at her.

A figure begun to stand out from the darkness of the path. It was definitely a sharptooth, but Ruby could not recognize what it exactly was. Just knowing that it was a carnivore send shivers down her back. Still, she didn’t move from her position. The sharptooth inched towards her once more. Getting closer and closer with each step. Ruby was frozen on the spot. All her father’s teachings about evading a predator completely evaporated from her mind.

The sharptooth was now almost at arm’s length. It leaped forward extremely swiftly. Just before it would have severed her neck, Ruby seemed to become aware how close it was, and quickly crouched down. The sharptooth went flying past her and Ruby didn’t dare to look behind her as she started to run forth for the pathway ahead of her.

Ruby’s instincts kicked in. She ran faster than she had ever run before in her life. In unison, she heard the sharptooth picking up speed after her. She would have to be even faster to outrun it. She jumped over a pit, and rolled to the side to dodge the next slash. It was a bit too close for comfort.

Scanning her surroundings all the while running, she tried to find a way out of this situation by any means necessary. The sharptooth was still picking up speed, which only made Ruby do the same. Ruby mentally smacked herself for letting her guard down so easily. She would have to make sure it didn’t happen again. Or she would become a meal for that sharptooth tonight.

Ruby saw a narrow and small gap in the depths of the rock wall. Small enough for her to fit through, but not for the sharptooth, however. She sighed with relief and ran faster to reach her destination before that monstrosity could catch her. Just as she passed through the narrow gap, the sharptooth was intending to nipple her tail off clean. Fortunately, none of the sort happened. She was safe. For the time being, at the very least.

The sharptooth grew angry for losing its prey, and begun to pound the wall with all its might. But the rock wall was simply too sturdy. It would never break. No matter how hard the carnivore tried to. This was an excellent chance for Ruby to finally catch her breath. She panted in transparent exhaustion. ‘’Hopefully that sharptooth will not be able to reach me here, cause otherwise this’ll be my last day and I do not wish this day to be my last day ever.’’

Ruby looked around her. There was barely any room to maneuver around much, but if she had to choose between staying in this tight corner or being chased by a hungry sharptooth, she would gladly pick the former option. The rocks scraped her skin, it felt very uncomfortable but she would have to make do.

The sharptooth continued to pound the wall even more intensely, and it attempted to scratch Ruby with its sharp claws. Ruby was smart enough to stay out of reach, so any attempts to wound her were practically useless. ‘’You should have picked a different prey for tonight, because you’re not going to get me in here by being over there.’’ The carnivore growled in anger, but Ruby had no idea of knowing if it understood the meaning of her words. Ruby surmised that it was merely reacting to her movements than anything else.

Ruby could not stay in this spot forever, however. She began to fear that the predator would bide its time for her to make a move. The only way out was in front of her and that was a no-go. Finally, the sharptooth apparently grew tired of pounding the wall constantly with its weight, and settled down to wait. Great. It was going to wait her after all. This is bad. Ruby thought. If that sharptooth won’t go away from the entrance, I cannot leave this place through that way.

Ruby contemplated what to do once again. She couldn’t just step out of her sanctuary and expect the predator to just stand still on the sidelines. The minute she would abandon this place, she would be good as dead. She had to find another way out, and fast. To stay on the current task, and not get distracted by her racing heartbeat or the sharptooth’s snarls outside, she moved her gaze around the aperture one more time. Outwardly, she was not able to notice any potential way out of there.

A loud rumbling noise cut her thoughts off instantly. The noise became more and more ferocious with every passing moment. Ruby looked at the night sky to possibly figure out what could have caused such a loud noise. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the sharptooth do the same. Probably wondering what was going on just as Ruby was.

A column of flying rocks flew overhead. The noise became even louder.

‘’Flying rocks… Now I know where all of that loud noise came from. It came from the flying rocks. I should have known it already, since they make loud noise when they fall from the sky and make even more loud noises when they hit the ground.’’

Even more flying rocks flew over Ruby. The sight was oddly graceful one. However, that brief peaceful moment was cut short when a big flying rock plunged from the sky. Directly towards the gorge where Ruby currently was. Ruby’s eyes widened in fear. She heard the sharptooth wail behind her. Apparently it had noticed the big flying rock as well. The sharptooth cast one final look at the approaching rock, then quickly turned tail and ran away in fright. Completely forgetting Ruby even existed.

The flying rock picked up speed, it would impact soon. Ruby flung herself down to the ground in an attempt to shelter herself from the incoming impact. The flying rock hit the ground with enough force to send the entire region trembling fiercely. Parts of the rock broke up after the impact, scattering them around the surrounding land. Fortunately, the rock hadn’t hit Ruby’s position, only barely scraped it. Ruby was more than thankful for surviving such ordeal.

Ruby didn’t know how much time had passed since the harsh impact, but it felt like hours before she finally gathered enough courage to lift herself up again. She saw the destruction around her. The once familiar sights were now unrecognizable. Nothing looked the same as it did previously. Still, she was alive and well. She couldn’t have been more happier.

‘’I sure am glad that I was not near enough to get crushed by that flying rock storm. It would have been bad If I was anywhere nearby because then I wouldn’t be here.’’

She dusted herself as clean as she could right now, and stepped out of the gap. After that tribulation she was more than ready to finally find her parents. Ruby hoped that her parents were okay. If that flying rock storm had caught her completely off guard, then it was safe to assume the same about her parents. But they were adults, whereas she was a child. They were the bravest people she knew in her life. If someone could survive something of this magnitude, it would be them.
Ruby looked around her to spot a way out of this landscape. Thankfully, she found one. The flying rock storm had caused big enough damage to the walls that they were now crumpled on the ground. Which opened her a way out. She was finally free of this place. Ruby only prayed that she wouldn’t run into any other dangers during this night. She deserved some ease, after all. Ruby begun to wonder how her parents would take this once she was done retelling her journey to them. They would be angry, that was for certain. She was excessively told not to venture outside the nest in any circumstance. And she hadn’t obeyed them.

It would be the sorrow of that time, however. All she could do now was continuing to look for them. Or hope that they found her among all this mess.

Ruby begun to sprint away from the scene. Before she left, however, she glanced once more around her. She sighed once again in relief. With a heavy heart, she resumed her mission to find her parents. It was time to return home now. She was still alive and breathing. Ruby was certain of that. In the years to come, Ruby would reflect on this moment every day. ‘’There’s no point in staying here any longer, for there is nothing for me to do here anymore. It has been a long night already.’

‘’I’m going home.’’

With renewed vigor, she headed off into the cold and dark night. The Night Circle loomed above her gracefully.


‘’Oh, come on… I should be back home by now, these sights look familiar, but I can’t say why they look that way. Maybe I already walked past here once? Walking in circles doesn’t bring me any solace at all. Perhaps I need to keep looking until looking isn’t necessary anymore…’’

It had been one hour since she had departed from the flying rock’s crash site and once again found herself at a crossroad. She was getting nowhere. It really felt like she was just walking in circles, because all of the hills and rocks looked exactly the same to her young mind. Not only was she getting frustrated by every second, she was also starting to get really hungry and cold. It had been a while since she ate anything. Right now she would welcome almost anything, even the most disgusting food she could think of.

But complaining about it hardly made things better. Another one of her father’s teachings that hadn’t stayed in her mind. Her parents would be very disappointed in her if they saw her like this. If she ever managed to find them, they would no doubt be extremely disappointed. Instead of obeying her parents, who knew better than Ruby, she had walked away from the nest anyway.

She felt absolutely miserable. She felt the urge to burst into tears once more like she had done previously. But that also wouldn’t make things any better. Her parents had often told her to never give into anguish. When you were still breathing, you could accomplish anything you put your mind to. Fast runners were known to be quite resourceful in tedious matters. They never left a stone unturned. And Ruby wouldn’t either. She would try her very best.
What would mommy and daddy do? Ruby thought. Well, for instance, they wouldn’t have got themselves into a problem like this, Ruby had only herself to blame for that. They would also try to remain collected in order to make the best possible plan they could. It was true that panicking only caused more problems and Ruby understood that perfectly.

Her parents would probably also try to find a safe spot to spend the night in case they didn’t find each other tonight. Looking around her, Ruby couldn’t spot any potential hole she could crawl into and wait for the Bright Circle to rise the next day. ‘’If I cannot find my parents or shelter for the night, then what would be the next best course of action I could take to ensure I will actually survive the coming night and give my parents time to scavenge the surrounding lands in order to find and rescue me?’’

Ruby pondered deeply. She liked doing it. She could remember one day when she was in deep thoughts about the Circle of Life and her parents watching her closely with amusement and pride in their young daughter. Returning to her earlier thought about finding a solution to this problem of hers, her parents  had told her something else as well. Remember Ruby, if for some reason we are separated, cannot find each other and finding a potential safe spot is out of the question, you must remember to take notice of your surroundings. In doing so you will ensure that you will not get lost by accident. Staying in one place long enough might be enough for us to find each other. Because otherwise we would be walking all over the grounds and never reuniting. 

Ruby didn’t actually need to look for her parents. There was a slim chance that they would cross paths sooner or later, if they stayed in familiar vicinity. Unfortunately, Ruby didn’t know how far she had travelled from her nest and that recent flying rock storm probably messed the surrounding region enough so to halt any plans of that sort.

What else had her parents told her? Ruby thought deeply. Then she recalled the time when the three of them had talked about finding a high place to determine their location if all else failed. Ruby gazed around her to find a possible spot to do just that. Most of the hills were quite low and couldn’t offer any possibilities for such a task. Then she saw one that was tall enough in the distance. It wasn’t really that far away, but it would take a while to get there.

From there, however, she would have a clear view over the Hanging Rock. Maybe she could even spot her own nest from there. Or at the very least identify some more familiar sights than her current area. With a clear plan in mind, Ruby moved ahead.


‘’This is hopeless!’’

Detras gazed at his mate, worried. Even more time had passed since they set out to find their missing daughter and hadn’t yet found even one trace of her. It was enough to get them both more worried than they had ever been before in their lives. Detras touched Pearl’s hand, trying to comfort her. ‘’Dear, we must keep searching. We might-’’

Pearl snatched her hand away angrily. ‘’We have been looking for hours and haven’t made any progress whatsoever! We wouldn’t even be in this mess if we had taken Ruby with us in the first place!’’

Detras sighed. ‘’Pearl, you know that wasn’t an option for her. She is just a child and is not fit to be out here yet. She’ll learn the ways of our life. But only when the time comes.’’

Pearl sniffed. ‘’I just want her back…’’

Detras dared to take her hand in his again. Fortunately, this time, she didn’t react with hostility. ‘’I know, dear. I want her back just as much as you do,’’ he said. ‘’But we cannot give up.’’

The female fast runner sighed and touched her beak against her mate’s. ‘’I’m sorry for that outburst. I know it isn’t your fault. But I just-’’

Detras shook his head. ‘’Shh… There is no need for any of that.’’

They hugged each other, seeking comfort from one another. After a while they separated from each other. ‘’There… I know everything right now is difficult, dear,’’ Detras said. ‘’But I promise you, Pearl, one way or another we will find her.’’

‘’I hope so, dear. I hope so.’’

Detras hugged her one last time, then turned back to the pathway they were about to take. ‘’There is no need to stay here any longer,’’ he said. ‘’Ruby obviously isn’t here. We must move on.’’

‘’Then let us do that,’’ Pearl replied. ‘’Oh, how I wish things weren’t so abysmal. I-’’

A loud yell halted her mid sentence. It was very faint, but they both were still able to recognize it.

Detras and Pearl looked at each other, agape. Detras began, ‘’That’s…’’’

‘’Ruby!’’ Pearl finished.

They begun to look around them, trying hard to determine where the shout had come from.

‘’Did you hear where it came from?’’ Pearl asked.

Detras pondered for a brief moment. ‘’I believe so. It sounded like it came from that direction.’’

He pointed at the pathway to their right.

‘’Then let’s go,’’ Pearl said. ‘’If we can hear her then most certainly someone else can as well, and I don’t want someone to find her before we do.’’

‘’Agreed,’’ Detras nodded.

They both disappeared into the night, so fast that it appeared like they were never there in the first place.


‘’If anyone can hear me, I am over here, because here is where I am right now!’’

Ruby had been yelling for quite a while, only taking small breaks between. Since she wasn’t able to find her nest or any other familiar sight up here, her only other option was to scream as loud as she could and pray that her parents would hear her. Part of her was afraid that the big sharptooth that had harassed her previously would also hear her screams and have another go at her.

But she doubted the sharptooth was nearby anymore. That big flying rock storm probably scared him off for good. Ruby wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. And if she turned out to be wrong, well, at least she was a little more protected over here than down there. Here, she could attempt to defend herself from the beast if it dared to enter her domain. Despite their strength, sharpteeth were just as easy to kill as anyone else was. A fall like this… It would squash them like little bugs if they would attempt to hurt her.

For the time being she had nothing else to do except continue to scream every minute or so. Currently, she was busy taking a small break from all that yelling. Her throat was parched, but she didn’t dare to venture down right now. Just in case something else other than her parents happened to find her. She wouldn’t put herself in vulnerable position again. Last time was too close. She didn’t want a repeat of that.

Ruby gazed the sights around her. The Hanging Rock sure was an interesting place to live. She just wished that she could have experienced it some other way than this. Not to say that tonight had been a complete waste of time, but she would’ve liked to spend this particular night in the safety of her nest with her loving parents.

Ruby sighed. ‘’I really wish they’ll get here soon, cause I won’t be able to keep this up for long without refreshing my throat with water sooner rather than later. And as soon as I do that, then the sooner I can get back to yelling and hopefully attract my parents’ attention.’’

It was also getting colder by the second. The wind a constant reminder that Cold Time was just around the corner once again. And Ruby didn’t wish to spend that out here. Her throat ached even more now. Perhaps she could take a small sip from one of the ponds and get back up here before anything happened?

Ruby decided to do just that. But reminding of herself to be extra vigilant from now on. She would do her all to prevent a scenario like before. ‘’I guess a quick sip wouldn’t hurt, then I wouldn’t have to worry about taking more for a long time. Which in return would mean that I won’t have to come down here for quite some time again.’’

She started her trek downwards, jumping from stone to stone. Making sure to be slow, but also remained observant of her surroundings in case something changed unexpectedly. Finally, she made it to the ground. It was not as cold down here as up there on the hill, but it definitely wasn’t an ideal spot to spend one’s time either.

She took a large gulp of water. It soothed her throat, and she smiled in delight. ‘’This feels great! What would feel even greater would be my parents here enjoying it with me.’’

She sat down at the edge of the pond, still mindful about her surroundings, however. Once she was finished, she stood up and begun to work her way up again to the hill above. But before she could take another step, she heard someone approach her. There seemed to be more than one coming toward her. She didn’t have enough time to climb the hill before they would catch her, so Ruby quickly scoped her surroundings for a possible hideout.

She managed to find one. A large stone stood near the hill, where she had stood a moment before. She quickly ran towards it and hid behind it. The noises became even louder with every passing second. It wouldn’t take long for them to arrive here. Ruby hoped they would just leave her alone if they turned out to be hostile. It was better to be safe than sorry when it came to surviving in the Mysterious Beyond.

She peeked around the stone for a brief moment, and saw two figures near the pond where she had stood a moment ago. They begun to speak with each other. Ruby concentrated on listening them. They sounded… oddly familiar. But they were speaking so quietly Ruby could barely hear a word. Then she heard something she recognized, however.

‘’-Could be here, Detras.’’

‘’-About that?’’

Those were… her parents’ voices. They had found her. She was safe. But before she could jump from behind the rock in the excitement, she stopped. Her parents had often told her that not everything was like it seemed. That she had to be careful in the wild. She peeked over the stone to look at the two figures to truly determine if they were who she thought.

It didn’t take long for Ruby to recognize them once they stepped further into the light from the darkness. It was them. Her parents. Ruby didn’t even think before she almost launched herself from behind the stone to greet them.

‘’Mommy! Daddy!’’

Detras and Pearl turned quickly around when they recognized the small and excited voice behind them. ‘’Ruby!’’ They both yelled, delighted that they had finally found their missing daughter. Ruby practically jumped into her parents’ open arms. ‘’Mommy!’’ 
Pearl hugged her tightly. Never intending to let her go again. ‘’Oh, Ruby… We found you!’’

Detras put his hand upon his daughter’s head, smiling proudly. ‘’We began to fear the worst then we couldn’t find you.’’

‘’I’m glad you found me. Glad I am!’’

The family stayed like that for a long time. Not wanting to break the contact now that they were reunited once more. But they knew that they would have to let go at some point. Even if they didn’t wish to.

Pearl touched Ruby’s face. ‘’We’re glad we found you too, Ruby. But please, never do anything like this again. We couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.’’

Ruby lowered her head in shame. ‘’I know that mommy. I’m sorry. I was just so curious to explore our new home and then I got lost and…’’

‘’It doesn’t matter right now, Ruby,’’ Detras said. ‘’What matter is that you’re back where you belong. But we will talk about this later. You can be certain of that.’’

Ruby nodded. ‘’Okay, daddy.’’

Detras smiled. ‘’Now, why don’t we return home. There’s nothing for us here anymore.’’

He received nods from both Ruby and Pearl and just like that, the family of fast runners departed from the spot. Together once again.


The next day day, Ruby and her parents were back at their nest. Having awoken a few hours ago and ready to start their day. But before that, Detras had other plans in mind. It was time to discuss what occurred last night.

‘’Ruby. Come here, please.’’

She walked over to them happily. Smiling all the while. ‘’Yes, daddy?’’

Detras sighed. ‘’It’s time to talk about what happened last night, Ruby.’’

Ruby’s smile faded. She knew that this was coming.

‘’Ruby, what you did last night… It’s completely unacceptable,’’ Detras said. ‘’We told you to stay in the nest until we came back. But instead you walked out. Why is that?’’

‘’I… just wanted to explore around the Hanging Rock, daddy,’’ Ruby said. ‘’I was curious to learn more about this place, because learning about new things is good for you. And I wished to learn more. I was just supposed to explore for a little while, but then I got lost and… You know the rest, daddy. I’m so sorry.’’

‘’That does not excuse your actions, Ruby,’’ Pearl replied. ‘’We were worried sick about you.’’

‘’I know, mommy,’’ Ruby mumbled. 

Detras shook his head. ‘’I really hope that you learned your lesson from all of this Ruby. I expect better behavior from you.’’

‘’I will not do this ever again, daddy. I promise you that.’’

Detras smiled a bit. ‘’But still, it was good thinking what you did. But do not do that in the future, alright? Yelling your location brought us to you, but it could have brought something else entirely directly to you.’’

Ruby nodded. ‘’I will be sure to listen more carefully, daddy, because listening helps me make important decisions.’’

Pearl smiled. ‘’That’s right, Ruby. It does.’’

‘’My father once told me that sometimes the hardest lessons are those you teach yourself, Ruby,’’ Detras said. ‘’Have you learned anything from this ordeal?’’

Ruby pondered for a while. Then nodded. ‘’I have. Listen to you when you tell me something important I need to do, and not make my own decisions.’’

Detras smiled. ‘’That’s a good start, Ruby,’’ he said. ‘’Do not worry, you will learn. Nobody is born with wisdom, but only those who seek it will find it. We are all born ignorant, Ruby. As we grow older, so do we grow wiser.’’

‘’I think I understand, daddy,’’ Ruby said.

Detras and Pearl smiled. ‘’I believe you do, Ruby,’’ Detras said finally. ‘’I believe you do.’’


And here’s my entry for the Gang of Five’s June prompt. Since this is my first take on a canon character, hopefully I managed to satisfy you readers with this one. I do believe that some parts could’ve been done a bit better, but I wish to hear what you think about this story overall. I do think that this was a great chance to further improve my creative writing. You know how it goes, people. Review away!



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LBT Fanfiction / Light Among the Darkness
« on: May 20, 2019, 06:02:24 AM »
Light Among the Darkness


’’Son, are you listening to me?’’

Vilar regarded his father in obvious boredom.

’’Yes, father,’’ he said. ’’I am.’’

His father gave him a dubious stare, and he faced it with one of his own stern gazes, not willing to argue about something so asinine. Truth was, he wasn’t listening to his father’s rants any longer, he had heard them a million times already after all. Unfortunately the elder threehorn wasn’t going to yield yet.

’’Oh, did you, Vilar?’’ his father asked. ’’Then repeat what I said. It shouldn’t be a problem if you were indeed listening.’’ 

He had gone through this once before, and the best answer he could give was just to admit the truth, and get it over with.

’’Alright,’’ Vilar began. ’’I wasn’t.’’

’’And why is that?’’ his father’s tone rose higher with emerging suspicion.

’’I’ve just had lot on my mind lately. That’s all.’’

’’Don’t tell me you’re thinking about that, son.’’ the elder’s voice lowered to almost a whisper, and he spoke with resentment.

Of course Vilar knew what his father meant by that. The impending duel that was held once a year for young male threehorns to prove their worth. That matter however was not the topic of discussion Vilar wanted to have, it surprised him that anyone in their herd would be interested to talk about it, but it was not like they had a choice in the matter. Once you were chosen, that was it.   

The ’famous’ duel, that was to take place once every season, it was something that only a few individuals in the herd awaited for. A chance to prove that they were not weaklings. But there was something even more sinister about this disgusting tradition that irked Vilar greatly.

The tradition was supposedly an atonement for the herd’s disgraceful sins done long ago. The legend told that once the threehorn’s were diabolic against their ancestors wishes. And so it was decreed that each season after that particular day, the herd would recompense their aberrations and to never dampen the ancestors again, to save them from the wrath they would bring upon them if done otherwise.

In his own mind, Vilar could not understand the decisions made by past leaders of the herd, and so he blamed those particular individuals for the situation he was now trapped in.
   
The duel intrinsically lasted until only one remained alive, the participants couldn’t forfeit to their adversary, if they were too weak to continue on. And it was even generally frowned upon among threehorns to submit to pain. The remaining one would then be proclaimed the victor. The fights were traumatic as they were. Each contestant trying their very best to succeed. Not only did defeat mean their deaths, but also the shame that would be cast down on their families subsequently. Vilar’s very own grandfather had to witness one of his son’s death in the contest, Vilar himself never had any intent to participate in this tradition, he just wished it was never invented in the first place. But he didn’t have any choice in this matter. He would just have to hope that tomorrow the elders wouldn’t pick him as one of the participants this season. 

Finally, after being silent for a while, Vilar opened his mouth again, and spoke to his father in a crestfallen tone.

’’Yes, father,’’ he said. ’’I’ve indeed been thinking about that lately, and I’m growing more worried every day because of it.’’

His father regarded him with something that remotely resembled like pity.

’’Oh, Vilar,’’ his father said. ’’I know that tomorrow frightens you very much. Me and your mother wish you’d never have to grow through this.’’

His father had never had to participate in the duel himself, however, he had seen his fair share of the gore it brought to know what he was speaking of, so Vilar just decided to take his word for it.

Before Vilar could reply with something reassuring to his father, his mother’s form appeared alongside her mate’s. Almost like she could sense that she had been part of the topic of discussion recently.

’’Dener, I hope you’re not interrogating our son too much,’’ she said.

’’Of course not, Cerra, my dear,’’ his father answered while blushing slightly in embarrassment.

That’s good to hear, dear,’’ Vilar could sense the tension among the trio right now, more than likely because of tomorrow’s approaching event that they were not looking forward to.

As if sensing her son’s despondent frame of mind, the female turned toward the young male with a nurturing gaze that only mother could give to her children.

’’Don’t worry, son,’’ she reassured him. ’’Our family hasn’t been picked in the duel for many seasons. The ancestors must be sheltering us.’’

If that was so, then why did they force us on this pitiful path? Vilar thought inwardly. At least according to the legends, but only the ancestors truly knew what was correct.

’’Your mother speaks wise words, Vilar,’’ his father agreed. ’’It as been a long time since anyone in our family was chosen for this precarious task.’’

’’But we won’t know that until tomorrow, won’t we?’’ Vilar asked his parents.

’’Indeed, we won’t,’’ his parents nodded in agreement, but it was his father who spoke. ’’All we can do is prey our ancestors to be merciful.’’

But Vilar knew, that despite if he wasn’t chosen tomorrow as one of the participants to compete, someone else would lose their son, and would have to suffer because of it. It infuriated him like nothing ever had before. Those responsible for this… murder would just shake it off, and continue their lives like it was nothing. What kind of a world did they live in?

Sometimes Vilar liked to imagine what it would be like to live in a world where they didn’t have to worry about the duel at all. That definitely sounded like a paradise. A paradise, that they would never achieve.

His father’s voice roused him from his thoughts. ’’Well, it’s time for sleep,’’ he said. ’’We all have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.’’

Vilar saw his mother nod in agreement of her mate’s verdict. And he, too, realized how dark it had gotten so fast. Perhaps time really did fly when you were busy.

The day had transformed into a beautifully serene and clear night. The Night Circle’s shadow reflected in the nearby pond, the starry night sky almost breathtakingly graceful sight.

Trudging after his parents’ forms in the growing darkness, Vilar could admit that while the life in the Land of the Wandering Fields was not the best option they had, it was home. On these lands he was hatched, and here he would also die one day. Hopefully after many long seasons had passed.

Arriving at their nest, the trio of three horns were more than ready to welcome comfort that their nest brought to them. After saying good night’s wishes, the family was eager to delve into their sleep stories at last.

For Vilar, however, he would not get an easy night tonight. His dreams were continually plagued by visions of him getting chosen in the upcoming duel, him to face his adversary, failing to defend himself from the enemy’s attacks, with him finally feeling his soul leave his body, and pass on to the place that was called the Great Beyond.

Last sentiment that twirled in his head before he finally succumbed to deep unconsciousness was his fear of the imminent future he now faced.


Dawn dawned in the early morning, the Bright Circle had barely risen over the treetops above, when it was time to wake up and prepare for the upcoming day. The truth was, Vilar didn’t want to get up today at all. He would have rather wanted to spend the whole day resting under the tree’s shadows undisturbed. But he knew that such a possibility would not be available to him. So he rose briskly up, somewhat still sleepy from the previous night.

After eating a palatable breakfast with his parents, they ventured together to the meeting place, where all of the herd members were due to meet this day. After arriving at their destination, Vilar was trying almost in desperation to find his friends among the assembled dinosaurs present, to his surprise, the crowd was already quite unexpectedly large one, which made finding his friends easier said than done.

Observing the assembled dinosaurs more, Vilar noticed that the large majority of the crowd seemed to almost get over this as soon as possible, which somewhat calmed down Vilar’s emotions a little.

His father noticed him looking around the field, and consoled him as they were waiting for the ceremony to start.

’’You’re looking for your friends, aren’t you?’’

’’I am,’’ Vilar answered his father.

Vilar’s parents gazed at each other like in an almost nonverbal communication, then directed their focus to their son once more.

’’Go on, son,’’ his mother said. ’’We’ll catch up with you later.’’

Vilar was indeed very grateful to his parents and before he left to find his friends, he gave both of them a grateful nuzzle. They returned the gesture, and then he was off to search for his friends, whose company he graved now more than ever.

At the same time as he searched for his friends, he looked around observing other members of the herd to potentially identify them as dinosaurs he knew. He had indeed seen someone that he recognized as his aunt and her family. Vilar paused momentarily to give her a nod, which was like a sign of good luck for the day.

However, he decided not to disturb them, especially at the current moment when emotions were all time high in almost all of the herd members. He saw his aunt give a nod back to him, after which she turned back to focus on whatever she was doing before he interrupted her.

Continuing forward once more, Vilar saw how the so-called herd’s elders stood almost proud on the ledge of the crag, almost looking like how a predator would be prowling for any potential victims. Vilar decided not to fixate any more attention to them from this point on, at the moment he was so filled with raw rage, that he almost believed he would be ready to rush toward them with an intention to hurt them severely.

But his parents had taught him better than to behave like a scorned and stubborn threehorn that many of their kind were, so he curbed all the angry feelings he felt right at that moment.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he finally spotted his friends not too far from where he left his parents at. They noticed him before he had a chance to announce his presence, and as one started to advance toward him.

’’Vilar! We were beginning to wonder if you’d even show up,’’ said a male threehorn called Kivan.

Vilar decided to humor his friend, and said, ’’And leave you all alone today?’’

’’Not my style, Kivan,’’ he finished in a mocking tone.

’’Oh, ha-ha, very funny, Vilar,’’ Kivan said. ’’When do you gonna give me a break?’’

’’When you finally stop making those awful taunts of yours.’’

The voice belonged to another one of Auron’s good friends, Salna.

’’Oh, bite me, Salna,’’ Kivan called back to the female.

’’I just might do exactly that, if you keep annoying us.’’ Salna countered.

’’Don’t tell me you two are fighting, again?’’ Came the question from the third threehorn, a female one called Halima, who joined the conversation.

’’You know those two, Halima,’’ Vilar said. ’’They like to bicker with each other.’’

’’They certainly do,’’ a mischievous grin came to her face. ’’It would be very easy to mistake them as mates, right?’’

’’Who knows? They might end up together in the end.’’ Vilar laughed.

’’Okay, stop. As much as I enjoy her company, she’s not exactly my type, you see.’’ Kivan said.

’’Not like I would accept someone like you as a mate,’’ Salna mocked playfully.

’’You might have a better chance with someone who can actually take your constant ramblings and not kill you while at it.’’

Moments like these were what Vilar loved to preserve. This momentary, but friendly teasing was their way of showing to each other that they cared deeply for one another. It also provided a good opportunity to escape this day’s event for some time longer, but they all knew deep down that it would hardly last.

At that moment, however, it was like the elders of the herd could hear Vilar’s thoughts, a loud cry echoed across the surrounding valley, indicating that the ceremony was about to begin. Now the moment had arrived what Vilar had been afraid of for quite some time, the selection. He just prayed that it would not be either he, nor anyone of his friends.

Together, a cluster of elder threehorns stood in a neat row on the ledge of the crag, gazing down toward the others with a look that Auron was not able to detect from that distance where he was right now. A few of them had cold grins on their old faces, which was a bad sign already that promised nothing good to anyone.

Among them one stepped closer to the ledge, and Vilar almost wished that the old one would just slip and fall down and to never to rise again, but of course, nothing like that happened, which was a big disappointment to him. He, of course, recognized this particular individual quite easily in fact. This particular elder always began the ceremony.

Gray, bold and surprisingly still very healthy looking despite his old age, Grimlock’s piercing bright blue eyes, sat well within their sockets, gazed energetically over the assembled threehorns. A deep scar ran across his large forehead and ended just above his left eye, a compelling memory of his youth left behind. There was something enigmatic about his appearance, perhaps it was the cold look with which he gazed around or perhaps it’s simply a feeling of dread.

There had been rumors spread about him throughout the seasons behind his back, none of them good, but Vilar could hardly care about his reputation. Then the elder opened his mouth to begin the speech he had prepared.

’’Welcome to you all. It is time once again to pick our lucky contestants who will participate in this season's contest.’’

Short applause echoed around, but only about half of the herd meant their actions, the rest, like Vilar, only did it for appearances sake. When everyone was once again silent, Grimlock continued his address.

’’Let us all rejoice this day, for today we will honor the pledge made by our forefathers many seasons ago to our ancestors demands for tribute.’’

Vilar tried hard to curb his growing anger, as his friends were trying to do, when he turned to observe them for a moment longer than needed. There was absolutely nothing to rejoice on this particular day, it only brought misery. But of course, those old buffoons had to get their sick pleasure. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he focused once more on the speech, even if it was already familiar to him.

’’Now, we must pick our participants. I understand that there are many among you who would like the honor to compete, but the rules are clear: only two are allowed to compete. No more, no less.’’

Vilar noticed how some of the other young threehorns eagerly waited for the decision to be made. Of course, he knew these particular dinosaurs all too well. These threehorns would practice and train their whole lives for this event.

They thought in their minds that it was simply the greatest honor and glory they could receive during their lives. Vilar turned his head away, disgusted look on his face. He had never been able to understand how anyone could think this way of life was perfect. In the past, he had had a few minor brawls with some of them, and they were quite ruthless in their task. To them showing any kind of emotion was a weakness that needed to be squelched, no matter what.

The elders once again gathered together, and were speaking in hushed tones, so that no soul could hear a word they uttered. Vilar wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know what their topic of discussion was right now. He swallowed his fear down, and tried to calm his nerves, to some success.

After a while the elders turned toward the herd again, and went back to their respective spots where they had stood a moment ago. It seemed that they had agreed on a decision, And Vilar was not looking forward to it. Grimock opened his mouth and resumed from where he had left off earlier.

’’The first contestant is…’’ He paused for a moment, as if he liked to keep everyone in suspense, then continued.

’’Craster!’’

Loud applause echoed again through the valley. Young and strong-looking reddish-brown threehorn almost leaped toward the ledge in anticipation. Vilar recognized this particular male. He had once fought with him in the past, and knew that no matter who would encounter him would be in a lot of trouble.

Grimlock’s gaze wandered over to Craster, he nodded in approval of the first contestant.

’’And of course, we will need a second one as well,’’ Grimlock said.

Another small pause followed, and everyone were growing even more restless than before. Luckily, Grimlock wouldn’t hold them in anticipation much longer.

’’The second and final contestant will be…’’

Vilar felt his heart jump into his throat, the pressure felt unbearable.

’’Vilar!’’

Vilar’s eyes went wide with fear. He heard gasps all around him, more so from his friends, and he suspected his parents hardly weren’t doing any better right now.

Grimlock, however, didn’t allow him to muse it. 

’’Come and take your place beside your opponent, Vilar.’’

With hesitant steps, he walked forward, eyes cast down in obvious fright. No matter how hard he tried to compel his dread away, he simply found no strength to do so. He continued to amble forward. He could vaintly hear sounds of sobbing behind him. He shared glances with everyone else while he strode onward.

Most of them held looks of pity, but there were those who showed clear jealousy for him being chosen instead of them. If it were up to Vilar, he would give over his position in an heartbeat to someone else who truly wanted it. But there was not such option. Once you were chosen, only way out was if you either won, or died.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he finally arrived near the ledge, where his opponent, Craster was waiting patiently. The other threehorn gave him a sly and superior smirk, and Vilar felt hundred times worse already.

Turning to face the herd, to his relief, he couldn’t spot his parents anywhere, even though they must’ve been near. Vilar feared that one brief look to his parents would completely break him apart from inside. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, then opened his eyes once more after calming himself to some extent. Outside he appeared to be fine, but on the inside he felt horrible.

’’Perfect! We now have our two contestants,’’ Grimlock proclaimed.

’’ But in the end only one of them will go down in history as the victor. And he will receive the glory of participating in this magnificent tradition!’’

Damn the glory, Vilar just wanted to survive and live. He didn’t want to part from his family, or his friends for that matter. Right now, he wished he wasn’t even born. 

This day was now officially Vilar’s worst one ever, and even worse was that the day had only just begun.


As the official ceremony ended shortly after Vilar was fortunately given one day to prepare himself. He decided to spend some of that time alone at a nearby river, trying to collect his thoughts.

Vilar gazed at his own reflection in the river’s surface and pondered aghast of future events. This was not how it was meant to be at all. How could fate be so cruel and unforgiving that it chose him to take part in this hellish tradition. He could not understand, nor accept it.

Deep down, he knew that he had next to no chances of surviving against such a strong opponent as Craster, he had been preparing for this moment far longer, and he suspected that the reddish-brown threehorn would hardly go easy on him. No, he was more likely to enjoy killing him. He had seen the look on his face earlier, the eagerness and the bloodlust.

Pushing any thoughts about the impending duel to the back of his mind, he focused once more on calming himself down. There was no need to weep anymore, he knew what his future held for him. It surprised him by how fast his tears had stopped flowing down his face, perhaps he had few qualities not even apparent to himself. Before he could ponder further, however, a familiar voice roused him from his deep surmises.

’’Vilar! Thank the ancestors we found you,’’ his father said.

’’Are you okay, dear?’’ asked his mother. 

’’What kind of a question is that?’’ Vilar said.

His mother realized her apparent mistake, and was determined to fixed it.

’’I’m sorry, Vilar. I just… just-’’

’’Don’t. Do not say anything.’’

Silence reigned over them for a few minutes, but it felt more like an eternity. Vilar opted to speak again.

’’I’m sorry. It’s not your fault I’m in this mess,’’ he said. ’’I shouldn’t have said that.’’

’’Son, right now you have every right to act like this,’’ his father spoke with crestfallen tone.

’’I couldn’t ever imagine going through this again in my life. Your grandfather spoke to me about that, but… I could not believe that I would be on the same position later in my life.’’

’’Whatever happens, Vilar, know that we love you with all our hearts.’’ Cerra said.

’’I do know what, mother,’’ said Vilar. ’’But that hardly makes it any better. This will be my last day on this world. Soon, I will follow the path our ancerstors took once.’’

’’You do not know that for certain, son,’’ his father interrupted. ’’You have a chan-’’

’’Chance? You saw my opponent. How can I ever beat someone like him? He has been training for this moment ever since he learned how to walk.’’

’’That’s true, Vilar, but-’’

’’But what? Are you trying to tell me that I still have a chance to beat him, despite his massive advantage?’’

’’Craster maybe stronger than you, son, but he has a weakness that you don’t,’’ his father said.

’’And what might that be?’’

’’Arrogance. He believes that no one is stronger than him, if he thinks himself to be invisible, that can become a big problem.’’

’’You remember what I’ve taught you about arrogance, Vilar?’’ his father asked him expectantly.

’’It can get you killed, if you’re not careful,’’ Vilar said.

’’That’s right. You are strong, Vilar,’’ his father said. ’’Maybe not as strong as Craster, but strong nonetheless.’’

Vilar pondered deeply and carefully about his father’s advice. Now suddenly everything didn’t seem so bleak in the world, he indeed had a chance to survive this ordeal. A small one, but it was there.

But even so the potential victory was not yet anywhere near available to him. This would be a tough ordeal for him to overcome. And whatever would happen, he would do his absolute everything he could. He gave his word for that, and whenever Vilar made a promise, he would always keep it as well.

’’I… guess you have a point,’’ Vilar confessed. ’’But… I’m scared.’’

’’It’s okay to be afraid, Vilar. It means you’re not stupid.’’ his father said.

His mother smiled in approval, ’’Your father is right.’’

Vilar trudged towards his parents and gave them both long and a lovely nuzzle, he desperately hoped that it wouldn’t be their last one. After some time they separated from each others embrace, although all three would have wanted to remain so forever, unfortunately it was not a possibility they could enjoy.

’’Your friends are here, would you like to see them?’’ his father asked.

’’Yes.’’ he said without futher to add on.

’’Okay, we’ll go now, give you some privacy,’’ his mother said, tears in her eyes.

’’I’ll see you again before the duel, right?’’ Vilar asked them.

’’Yes, you will,’’ his father confirmed with a smile.

Then they both walked slowly away from the scene, and Vilar wanted above all to run after them and never let them go, but he still had others to say goodbye to before it was time for the duel to begin.

A few minutes later he saw his friends appear in the proximity. They walked past thick trees, the three branches swayed in the morning wind. They stopped in front of him, worried and sad expressions visible on their faces.

’’Vilar… we’re sorry you have to go through this,’’ said Halima.

’’Yeah, I didn’t want to believe something like this could happen, but…’’ Kivan mumbled.

’’Guys… this isn’t your fault. I just had… bad luck today,’’ Vilar said.

A sob escaped from Salna, and she spoke in hesitant voice. ’’Maybe, you’ll make it? There’s always a chance, isn’t there?’’

She looked toward the others for support, but got only sad smiles in return.

’’Promise me something,’’ Vilar said.

’’Anything.’’ Kivan responded, to which the two females nodded in support.

’’After I’m… gone, I want you to move forward.’’

Vilar received chorus of negative responses from all of his friends.

’’How can you even suggest something like that?’’ Halima cried.

’’We’ve been friends practiclly since we hatched, Vilar,’’ Salna said. ’’We won’t ever abandon you.’’

’’You won’t be abandoning me by simply moving on with your lives after I am…’’

He couldn’t find the strength to finish the sentence.

Kivan sniffed and said, ’’You’re talking about it like it has already happened.’’

’’There’s a big chance that it might happen,’’ Vilar said.

’’And what if it doesn’t happen?’’ Halima asked, quietly sobbing.

’’I already argued about this with my parents, I’m not going to do it with you as well.’’

Salna scoffed, ’’And that makes it okay for you to just say ’hey, guys, I’m about to die soon, please, promise me you’ll move on after I’m gone’. That’s load of spiketail dung and you know it!’’

’’You know what kind of person Craster is,’’ Vilar cried. ’’He won’t show any mercy.’’

’’Damn Craster, he’s not important right now. You are.’’

The remark came from Halima’s mouth, but everyone else agreed with her statement.

Vilar wanted really hard to keep trying to turn his friends heads on the matter, but finally relented in the end. Deciding that it was not worth the effort. His friends had always been very headstrong, even when the four of them were only small hatchlings. He wished he could go back to those simpler times, but he couldn’t. They were nothing but memories now.

He would hold on to those, until his end finally would come to greet him, and take him where his ancestors resided. Away from all this into a more peaceful environment to live in, and hopefully, even to meet some of his long-lost relatives as well. Despite not believing everything his father teached him, it didn’t seem such a bad thought.

Vilar had often asked his parents if there was a way to live a better life than their current one. Their answer had always been the same: it is not for us to question the ancestors work.

He sighed deeply to calm his anger down, then faced his friends faces once more.

’’I don’t want our possibly last encounter to be an argument.’’

’’Neither do we, but you can’t just give up, Vilar.’’

’’I know that, Salna,’’ he said. ’’And I’m not going to either. I will fight, and if the ancestors demand that I die, then so be it.’’

’’The time to grow up has come,’’ Vilar finished.

’’I don’t think we’ve ever been allowed to be just… well, children,’’ Kivan said.

Halima nodded in agreement, ’’Our parents made sure that we would be as prepared as possible if we were ever chosen.’’

’’And now it’s time to learn if all of those teachings were of any use to us,’’ Vilar said.

The four of them stood still a moment quietly, listening to the water flow and the wind grace them with its presence. To Vilar, it brought some form of comfort, and he was delighted about that.

’’Well… any last confessions or words you want to say before it’s time?’’ Vilar asked.

’’Do your best, Vilar. We believe in you. All of us,’’ said Salna.

’’You can beat that brute, Craster, I know you can,’’ Kivan cried.

’’You go out there and show everyone what you can do, Vilar. Make Craster regret he ever faced you.’’ added Halima.

’’I think I’m as ready as I can be,’’ Vilar responded. ’’I just hope that it will be enough in the end.’’


The herd of threehorns gathered together around the spacious and tremendous forest. Its canopy was contested by thick branches, which would leave almost no room for sunlight to burst through. A medley of beastly sounds, most belonged to insects, reverberated through the cool air, and were accompanied by the rustling of the leaves and branches of the tree tops in the wind.

The herd was only bit blurry-eyed from the early wakeup call a few hours before, which left them just enough time for quick breakfast before it was time to gather together again. Most were still trying hard to resist the temptation to fall back into the sweet oblivion that was sleep.

But none of them faced the peril two young male threehorn’s were about to encounter.

Vilar himself was especially wary and drained from yesterday’s shock. He had barely had a good night at all, constantly stirring and mumbling things he could not recollect. And he had no good conceits about the whole ordeal. But even so, it was a very difficult period to forget.

Standing beside his soon-to-be opponent, Vilar moved his gaze from one dinosaur to the next, in hopes of spotting the ones who mattered to him most. Eventually, he did manage to identify them among the sea of threehorns.

His family was standing beside his friends, apparently deciding to stick together instead of going their separate ways for the time being. The gesture made him smile, despite the growing tension that was slowly but surely going to spiral out of control. His opponent saw his smile, however, and spoke to him in cold and taunting tone that was already familiar to him.

’’Already missing them, are you?’’

Vilar didn’t reply, neither did he look in his direction. He hoped the other threehorn would give up with his taunts, but sadly for him that was not to be.

’’There’s no need to fret, you’ll see them again one day,’’ he sneered. ’’They’ll join you in the Great Beyond once their time comes as well.’’

’’And if you’re wondering how long it’s going to take,’’ Craster paused, chuckling lightly. ’’Well, I would hate to ruin the surprise for you, so all you have to do is just wait and see.’’

Vilar turned to him.

’’Oh, got your attention now, did I?’’ Craster mocked.

’’You’re quite confident in your abilities, aren’t you?’’ Vilar said.

’’Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be sure of my imminent victory?’’ Craster said. ’’And my line will be remembered for generations to come!’’

’’You really believe in all that nonsense, do you? Vilar asked. ’’Part of me pities you.’’

Craster ceased chuckling and his voice became sinister.

’’Pity? I don’t need or want your pity. You just focus on dying, it’s the best thing you can do with your pathetic life.’’ 

’’Me, pathetic? That’s rich, especially from someone like you.’’ Vilar switched his gaze from Craster to Grimlock’s form, listening to his booming voice rang over the valley.

Craster scoffed, ’’We’ll see if you can keep up that attitude when I run my horns to your flesh.’’

The reddish-brown threehorn expected a retort to come from Vilar, but the threehorn stayed silent and unmoving, as if he was frozen on the spot. Craster grunted and turned back to Grimlock as well.

’’I know you all must be very eager to see our contestants in action, so I’ll be sure to keep this short.’’

’’In short,’’ Grimlock began, ’it is the time for the annual duel to commence once again, with this specific tradition that our ancestors once laid for us to continue, has finally come again.’’

’’You are all familiar with the rules, but for traditions sake let us go over them once more.’’

Grimlock turned to Vilar and Craster and spoke to them in clear and undisputed voice, ’’Only one of you must remain, the last one standing will be named the victor. Neither of you are allowed to forfeit, you are however, allowed to take one single break. How you use that time is yours to decide.’’

’’Any kind of forms of attack is allowed, so be prepared for anything. Only you can make the difference on the battlefield. Which leads us to our next point.’’

’’No one else is allowed to help you in any way in the duel,’’ Grimlock said firmly. ’’This is your task alone, have I made myself abundantly clear?’’

’’Yes,’’ both threehorns answered.

Grimlock smiled for a brief moment, then resumed.

’’Then I assume that both of you are ready? And that you have done what you needed to? Cause no one is leaving this place until one of you dies.’’

Grimlock received nods of confirmation from both.

’’Take your places, competitors, the duel will begin momentarily.’’

Vilar took his own place on one side of the large clearing. Behind him stood a deep and large ravine, around where he had once played with his friends when they were little, despite their parents’ displeasure. But he didn’t need to worry about it right now, for it was very far from his current position, so falling down there seemed next to impossible. Opposite of him Craster did the same. They locked eyes with each other and the reddish-brown threehorn gave him a wide smirk. Both of them would be trying their hardest to kill one another, but Vilar suspected Craster would want some payback for his putdown earlier. Vilar was more than willing to grant this request. He had prepared for this moment as best he could, now the time had come to see if it would pay off in the end.

The young threehorn gazed at his family and friends for what might have been the last time, and on their faces he saw nothing but support, for which he was more than grateful. He nodded at them and he received one from each of them as well.

You can do this, Vilar, their stares seemed to convey to him. He would not disappoint them now, it was time to show everyone what he was made of. His father’s words from yesterday rang in his ears: remember, keep your head in the current moment, don’t take any risks and take notice of any mistakes on his part. It might be enough to grant you victory.

’’Contestants, once more, are you ready?’’ Grimlock shouted.

Both threehorns nodded again and yelled at once in a loud tone, ’’Ready!’’

Grimlock smirked, ’’Then let the duel… begin!’’

The moment Vilar feared had finally come, but he felt something else inside him besides fear this time.

Courage.


Vilar stopped his charge about twenty meters from his opponent and pointed his large horns directly towards the still charging threehorn. He surmised that Craster perchance thought he could finish this fight in quick fashion.

Then, however, he too, started to slow his advance and presumably preparing for a strike. Vilar flung his body in a completely other direction and the reddish-brown threehorn swooped past him.

Craster quickly turned around to face his opponent, that maneuver had caught him off guard, but it would hardly work again. But Vilar would be lying if he said that dodging was all that was on his mind. Craster gathered enough speed for another charge, but this time, Vilar would not turn away from him. Instead, he would meet him head-on, taking him by surprise.

Both collided hard with each other, but thanks to their kind’s thick skulls they were able to continue the fight like nothing happened. Hit like that to someone else, however, would have meant their end, but not for the two threehorns. Their kind was made for such things.

’’Going to run away again soon?’’ Craster mocked.

’’I guess you’ll have to find out.’’ Vilar answered.

Craster grunted and pushed harder against him, and started to push him back a little. He definitely was stronger than he was, he would not win this fight with strength alone. Releasing himself from his trap, Vilar started to retreat, backpedaling as fast and far as he possibly could without putting himself in disadvantage.

’’I knew it! You’re too cowardly to accept your death,’’ Craster sneered.

’’It isn’t cowardly to maneuver yourself into more preferable position. Then again, I didn’t expect you would understand it.’’

Craster begun to charge again, ’’That’s the last time you insult me!’’

Vilar was trying very hard to dodge Craster’s attacks and at the same time maneuver himself into a position more suitable for him that would allow him to strike back. Right now, neither action was going very well for him.

It seemed that every time he would find a good position to strike the other threehorn would sidestep away from him and then continue his own attacks on him. Keeping his opponent firmly in his line of sight, Vilar yet again attempted to maneuver, but this time around him. With a quick strike to his unguarded back, he could win this quickly and he wouldn’t have to put himself in so much danger as before. However, he wasn’t expecting his opponent to take advantage of his slight misstep.

Fast as a lightning hit the ground, Craster slashed his skin with his horns. The hit penetrated and screwed up his concentration enough to send him tumbling down to the ground. Craster was on him in an instant, ready to strike again, only this time he attempted to crush his skull to a bloody pulp.

’’Say goodbye!’’ Craster laughed.

Vilar blocked the next attack with his own set of horns and barely had managed to duck out of the way as Craster struck again. He kicked his feet and saw him buckle slightly backwards, then sprang away from the spot and put some distance between him and the seething threehorn.

’’I may not be as good as you, but don’t count me out that easily,’’ Vilar said.

Seething with rage, Craster sprang forward surprisingly agile. This fight had gone over for quite some time and still he showed no signs of exhaustion. Then again, something like this was to be expected from his opponent. He had been training for this moment his entire life, after all, so it would make sense that he would be in a more favorable position.

Vilar met his opponent yet again face to face, both trying their absolute hardest to find one ounce of weakness they could exploit. Vilar was careful to keep an eye on his opponent’s movements from now on, he didn’t want to be caught off guard again. Then something unexpected happened.

Craster exposed his side a bit, not enough to cause his death, but enough so to do some serious damage. This little mistake was something that Vilar was waiting to happen, and as if the ancestors heard his pleads, had granted him a way out of this mess. This was a golden opportunity that Vilar would not let slip past him. With a plan in mind, he proceeded.

He pushed against Craster with all of his might, managing to push the other threehorn back a bit, which surprised Vilar. Perhaps his parents and friends had been right in the first place, maybe he really did posses skills not apparent to him.

Apparently, Craster figured what he was about to do, because he sidestepped to his right in order to counter Vilar’s own attack. Vilar smacked his tail hard against the threehorn’s figure, in hopes of breaking last of his defenses. He could feel it, something told him that he was actually winning, it filled him with joy.

However, if he would have still been on his guard, he would’ve noticed that everything about this seemed too good to be true, that Craster was purposely making mistakes that Vilar could perceive as an opportunity. Vilar was so over his head that he missed the fact that right behind him stood the deep ravine, exactly what he had been avoiding this whole time. 

Vilar felt Craster’s powers beginning to dwindle away, and he pushed more onwards towards a certain victory to deliver the killing blow.

Big mistake.

Suddenly, pain erupted on his side, and he lost his momentum. His side erupted in anguish as he was still trying to vainly push forward, not recognizing the danger he was in.

’’Now, you can say goodbye,’’ Craster said. ’’Because now you die.’’

Vilar grunted, ’’What…?’’

’’You didn’t really believe it would be that easy, did you?’’

Vilar’s face went pale.

Before he could utter another word, however, Craster quickly sidestepped once more to his right, and shoved Vilar roughly forward, directly towards the gloomy ravine.

Vilar tried to save himself from the impending fall to no avail, he felt the ground disappear from under him and he plummeted down to the darkness below.

He smacked hard against the cold rocks, still surprisingly conscious. He felt how his blood begun to flow to the ground, forming a small pool around him.

His ears begun to drum, he felt himself starting to panic. Still, he tried to assure himself that all was going to be alright.

But he wasn’t, down here, he was good as dead.

The last thing he heard before falling into unconsciousness was someone screaming his name in distress.


This place will become my grave. This is where I’m going to die, all alone.

These thoughts lingered through the threehorn’s mind, and he had no intention of rejecting them from his mind. What was the point of that anyway? All of his powers were nearly completely repressed. He simply had no will nor the power to continue any further.

The trial was finished, he was finished. Everything had gone just completely wrong. He had been preparing for this moment quite some time the previous day, and he was certain of his eventual victory, but it had been just a futility in the end. He had gotten cocky, he had done the one thing his family had warned him about; arrogance. That very thing had caused others like him to fail in this task. But right now, he could hardly care about any of it. He just wanted to continue to lie down, and wait until the end came.

He could feel his wounds bleed on his sides, his blood flowing down onto the hard and cold ground of the ravine he was now trapped in. When he woke this morning, this was the least he could expect would happen to him this day. He was afraid. Yes, what creature wouldn’t be afraid of impending death? Even if his stubborn personality tried to prevent his mind from thinking any of those thoughts, he suppressed the little fragrant noise in his mind.

He lay in his unexpected and unwanted habitat silent as the night. The rays of the morning sunlight were barely visible to the dark ravine. He could hear some vague sounds of water dripping down somewhere, but other than that it was the only sound accompanying him. It brought him some sort of ease at that current moment.

The threehorn wasn’t even sure how he was still alive. The fall should have killed anything that was unfortunate enough to befall it. Maybe the ancestors were watching out for him? His family had often preached about their kinds history, to his mild irritation. But now, part of him was fractionally yearning for something like that, to talk to the long since passed dinosaurs of his family line.

But none of that mattered right now, he was most certainly going to die here. And to his surprise, he had accepted it.

A strange, but also a familiar voice rang in his head, he was almost convinced for a moment that he was delusional. But then, it sounded again, louder this time. It sounded very soothing, and he closed his eyes and listened to it. It would be so easy to just keep his eyes closed, until the end came.

’'This is it. Goodbye, everyone.'' he managed to whisper weakly.

The voice echoed once more, louder with every second. It seemed to approach him rapidly, as if someone was running toward him in clear distress. There was something oddly familiar about the way the voice had spoken to him, but he could not untangle what. Ultimately, though, he decided it didn’t matter anymore. He was about to die in this deserted ravine alone after all.

He closed his eyes once more, and the world around him began to fade away. He saw a flash of bright white light blind him, and he felt no more.


Vilar felt the surreal sensation when he began to come to. The first thing that came to his mind was that he wasn’t lying on his own nest. The ground was cold and hard. It took him a moment to remember where he was at. He remembered how he had fallen here in the first place—because of his own stupidity.

His senses were coming back to him one at a time, attempting to recover his thoughts. At first, he could only hear some vague buzzing, but over time he could hear more and more sounds. The blow of the wind, water dripping down and his ragged breath. He then opened his eyes and saw nothing but darkness first, but his eyes quickly adjusted to the lighting, and he could see once again.

Vilar attempted to maneuver himself into a more comfortable position—when a painful sensation overtook him. Blood seeped from his wounds and sweat dripped down his forehead. He felt dull pain in every part of his body, it was if as his body had a mind of its own and was busy screaming in anguish over the inflicted wounds.

An overwhelming of dread took over and for a moment he thought the pain would only get worse and worse. It took a minute or two to gather his composure, but with conflicting thoughts still plaguing his mind. His entire body was trembling now. He was weak and exhausted and it cost him almost all of his remaining strength to keep fighting. But remarkably, he was still alive.

However, for how long was uncertain. No one could survive these kind of wounds and expect to live if they weren’t treated right. Unfortunately, he didn’t have such opportunity right now. It seemed as if he was trapped underwater, everything moving in slow motion, and all was garbled around him. It felt like a fog that had descended over all your senses, and gradually lifted one sense at a time.

Vilar tried once again to maneuver around, this time to some extent. He grunted, determined to block out the pain and ignore the little voice in his head begging him to stop. Vilar told himself he wouldn’t give up so easily, threehorns never knew when to give up after all. His bones ached severely. He managed to rise into a sitting position, he gasped for air and stumbled a bit, the world seemed to spin around him.

The pain became even more disorienting and it started to affect his judgment, but despite this or perhaps even due to this he still continued forward. If it had hurt this much to simply sit up, then how much it would hurt to stand up? Only one way to find out.

Vilar attempted to stand up, and immediately a dull pulsing pain crept up his legs, increasing in intensity every second. He had to take a moment to rest. Ten seconds passed, and then another ten, until he finally resumed his current task. The pain became even more unbearable, but he still pushed on.

His entire body was trembling even more now, but he had surprisingly managed to stand up, even though it hurt like hell. Every part of Vilar’s mind begged for an answer to relieve this feeling of misery, and any answer that he could come up with was worth considering.

Vilar squeezed his eyes shut tight and his face turned into a grimace. Swallowing the pain and ignoring it to the best of his ability was his only option right now. For now, the pain was still manageable. Annoying and hindering, but manageable.

He started to stroll slowly forward, careful to keep his balance in case he fell down unexpectedly.

’’Take… take that, you creeps.’’

Vilar was not quite certain to whom he said that, or if he even meant to say it.

While continuing his walk, Vilar gazed around him to find a possible escape from the ravine. He saw few ways lead down further underground, but decided not to venture there. He would have to find a way out and fast, every moment he wasted was one less to get out before he succumbed to his wounds.

Pressing onward, deeper into the cavern’s darkness, Vilar passed a small pond which was devoid of any water, to his dismal. Further ahead the way curved into three different paths, Vilar stopped to contemplate which route to take. The left path was twisted and it led to a slummy area. The middle one was too small for him to fit through, and the last one curved deeper into the cavern. So he had two choices out of three.

He could decide to venture through the left passageway, and hope that it would lead him into something much more hospitable. On the other hand, what reliabilities did he have that the path would indeed lead him somewhere worthy? None. It was all a gamble, really.

His other option was to use the path on his right, but it would only lead him deeper down, not upwards. And he had no way of knowing what could await him down there, and quite frankly, he was not eager to find out.

’’Curse my luck,’’ he said.

In the end Vilar decided to venture through the right pathway. He slowly marched onwards, deeper into the cavern’s depths. He passed a few more passages, each of them seemingly ending in a secluded room that could not offer him any salvation, so he left them alone and moved on.

Vilar’s stroll continued for a long time, his chosen passageway seemed to go on forever; leading to who knows what. He eventually made it to an even larger section of the cavern. The rock walls tall and mighty, preventing him escaping from his prison. He was about to investigate his surroundings more, when he heard something.

Vilar thought he could hear some faint sounds coming from somewhere near him. Following the sound, Vilar found himself passing by a minor waterfall on the other side. Beyond the waterfall lied another small room, covered in roots. He ventured through the gap.

Cautiously proceeding onwards, Vilar was once more reminded of his wounds starting to become worse with every passing second. He didn’t have much time now, now more than ever he needed to find a way out.

Stepping inside the small and cramped room, and to his delight, the rays of sunlight managed to peek through the gaps of the stone wall. With a careful look, Vilar examined the rock wall further. He was delighted by how frail the wall looked like, with enough force you could force yourself through it. He could hear once more faint sounds, coming from the other side. Who was out there? Was it someone he knew? He would soon find out.

Gathering enough speed and strength, Vilar backed away from the wall, until his back hit the stone wall behind him. With whatever strength he had left, he started to rush towards the wall, with the intention to break it with his momentum. He hit the wall with a harsh vigor, the wall crumbled a bit, few more hits like that and he would be free.

The noises on the other side intensified, apparently alarmed by Vilar’s actions. Once more, Vilar picked enough speed and crushed into the wall again. The wall was beginning to give out, rays of sunlight peeking more and more through the growing gap.

After few more strikes, Vilar desperately hoped that one hit was all he needed to break the wall, because his strength was beginning to dwindle rapidly. Fortunately, the wall did indeed fragment after his last hit. Sunlight completely illuminated the room, and Vilar was blinded momentarily, not expecting the sun to be so unforgiving to him.

However, Vilar’s strength was now almost completely evaporated, and almost fell head first into the ground. The sounds, which Vilar could not interpret, were now very clear to him, and he remembered them quite well too. Gasps of shock and surprise were audible enough to him. But he did recognize one of them that belonged to his father.

’’Vilar!’’

He saw his father rush toward him, and with a quick move, had moved to his side and enveloped him in a tight hug. ’’Thank the ancestors you’re alive!’’

More bodies joined the duo, of course, Vilar recognized them as well.

’’My boy! He’s alive!’’ Vilar’s mother cried.

Kivan mumbled, ’’I can’t believe it… How are you alive?’’

’’I knew you couldn’t have been dead, Vilar!’’ Salna said.

’’How did you find your way back here?’’ Halima asked.

Though he was glad that he had been reunited with his loved ones, his growing fears of imminent death were still very much more likely to occur. And they seemed to notice it as well since they quickly separated themselves from Vilar.

’’Oh my, Vilar… you’re hurt,’’ Auron’s father said.

’’Thanks… for the invaluable observation,’’ Vilar grunted.

Salna cried, ’’We need to help him, quick!’’

Before they could do anything to help Vilar, however, a voice rang out.

’’Not so fast.’’

Vilar weakly turned his gaze in the direction where the speaker was, and to his distress it happened to be non other than Grimlock himself, who was observing him silently.

’’May I inquire about how you are still with us?’’

Vilar chuckled, ’’What? Are you surprised, Grimlock?’’

’’Surprised by how someone can survive a fall like that? Indeed I am.’’

’’I don’t even know myself,’’ Vilar said. ’’But I don’t quit so easily. It’s going to take more than a fall to get rid of me.’’

Grimlock shrugged, ’’Honestly, it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that this means the duel must continue until we have a winner.’’

A reddish-brown form leaped from the assembled crowd, right in front of Vilar, ’’How…? How in the name of ancestors can you still be alive?’’

Vilar smirked, ’’You didn’t believe it would be that easy, did you?’’

’’Why you…’’ Craster growled.

’’That’s enough, Craster,’’ Grimlock said. ’’You will get your chance, eventually.’’

Craster continued to seethe.

Grimlock turned to face the herd, ’’Everyone, the duel will continue momentarily. Please, remain collected.’’

’’You can’t send out my son out there again, Grimlock! Look at him. He’s not fit to fight.’’

Grimlock switched his gaze to Vilar’s father, and spoke, ’’The rules are clear; the duel will not end until only one remains, and your son is still alive.’’

’’He won’t last a minute in this state,’’ Vilar’s mother argued.

’’Then we’ll have our champion before the day is over, won’t we?’’

’’You-’’

’’Father, don’t,’’ Vilar said. ’’I can keep fighting,’’

His father looked at him, and shook his head, ’’Absolutely no. I will not lose you, not again.’’

’’He really doesn’t have any choice in the matter,’’ Grimlock said. ’’Once chosen, they are bound to complete their trial. Not doing so is an affront to our ancestors.’’

’’Besides, you heard him yourself. He is willing to continue on.’’

’’Even so, I’m not going to let him-’’

Vilar pushed his father away from him, ’’It is not your decision, father. It’s mine, it has always been mine. I can do this, I know that I can.’’

’’Vilar-’’

’’No, mother,’’ Vilar said. ’’It has to be this way.’’

His family and friends looked at him dumbfounded and afraid. They had just got him back and now they were going to lose him again.

’’Excellent,’’ Grimlock said. ’’Then we can-’’

’’Not yet, I wish to do something first,’’ Vilar said.

Grimlock rolled his eyes, ’’And what might that be?’’

’’You said that according to the rules, I can take one break from the fighting,’’ Vilar said. ’’So, that’s what I wish to do.’’

’’That is true,’’ Grimlock replied. ’’I did say that. Very well, have your break. But it won’t last for long, just so you know. If you’re trying to slither away from the trial, you are going to wish you were never born.’’

Vilar glared at Grimlock.’’Don’t worry. I won’t.’’

’’Then good luck, Vilar,’’ Grimlock said. ’’You’re going to need it.’’

’’We’ll see about that.’’


Despite his parents' wishes that he stay way from the fight, Vilar concluded to finish what he had started. Not like forfeit was allowed, anyway, so he really had no choice in the matter. Vilar studied his opponent for any potential weaknesses he could exploit, but could not find any.
At Grimlock’s shout, both of them leaped forward, determined to finish each other.

Vilar, however, was much slower than Craster, so he was more eager to stand back and let the other threehorn make the initiative. He had cleaned his wounds a few hours prior, but even so his weak demeanor showed. He took notice of the lush region around him, he knew he had no chance of winning this fight with brute force. Instead, he had to use his head. Be smart.

There was enough vegetation to hide in, an ideal spot for an ambush. It was considered dishonorable to do such a thing, but right now Vilar had no other option available. Taking Craster by surprise, he dashed as fast as he could into the thick forest. He could hear Craster’s taunts about him being a coward follow behind him, but he paid no attention to it.

Vilar kept on running, but with his injuries, it was proving to be a difficult task. Fortunately, he had kept enough distance between himself and Craster. He wouldn’t catch up to him yet, but unlike him, Craster didn’t have any serious wounds to hinder him. He ran for a few more meters before slowing down and taking a hard left.

Vilar began to work his way through along the thick vegetation, moving slowly as the path was restricted to allow only such movements. He made sure that his balance was stable, dripping down now would make everything so much easier for Craster. He hit an occasional rock, sending a jolt of pain up his legs.

Eventually, he arrived at a circular section in the forest, a very ideal spot for an ambush. Perfect. Now all he needed to do was hide and wait for the opportune moment. It arrived faster than he would have liked, as he was just crouching down behind a large rock, Craster appeared from the vegetation. ’’Once again, you do what you do best. Run and hide.’’

Vilar carefully peered over the rock to figure out Craster’s exact position. He was standing at the edge of the clearing, moving his gaze slowly from place to place while walking forward. ’’Make it easy for yourself, and just give up.’’

Craster seemed oblivious to the his presence, glaring around him. But Vilar would be a fool if he believed that Craster would lower his guard down, he wasn’t that stupid. Fortunately, Vilar had wiped out any kind of tracks he left behind him before taking shelter behind the rock. Vilar knew him enough to know that Craster was not someone who gave up easily. As he watched Craster began to approach his position, he checked his position once more to confirm he wasn’t going to be seen before he wanted to. But was he trained to identify a distraction when he saw one?

He peeked once again, Craster was busy switching his gaze around everywhere. That was the problem with these kind of places—too many places to check all at once. Craster’s back was turned to him momentarily. Vilar seized this opportunity to deliver the distraction. He started to roll a heavy rock down the hill, once it hit the ground it would impact with other rocks, making enough sound for Vilar to move to another location. He just hoped that Craster would take the bait.

’’This is starting to get ridiculous,’’ Craster said. ’’If everyone could see you now…’’

As Vilar worked, he took a closer look at Craster. He wanted to find any possible weak points in him. Externally, all he appeared to have were few scratches here and there, nothing good enough to actually… Cutting that thought in midsentence, Vilar noticed something odd about Craster’s movement. He was sure to keep less weight on his hindleg than any other. After closer inspection, Vilar determined that he was wounded from there. Apparently Vilar had harmed him enough so previously, that he had trouble with that particular leg.

And it would work nicely with Vilar’s plan.

Finally, the rock he had been pushing gave away, sending it tumbling down with a quick speed and slamming hard to the ground. Craster sharply turned around when he heard the noise behind him. Luckily Vilar had managed to slip back into hiding before he could have been discovered.
Peering over the top again, he noticed that Craster was making his way toward the place where the rock had fallen. He took the bait. Now it was time to sprung the trap.

Craster chuckled noisily. ’’Come out, Vilar,’’ he said. ’’I know you’re there somewhere. Why continue make it hard for all of us, when you can just give up and die with whatever dignity you might have left in you.’’

Vilar allowed Craster continue to live in false thoughts, he would soon wake up to the harsh reality. He started to crept up behind him, slow and steady, not making any noise that could give him away. He redied his horns for quick strike against Craster’s hindleg. Once that was done, all he had to do was pierce his heart or some other vital organ. Then it would all be over.

Craster was now standing direcly in front of the gorge created by the rock slide, when he suddenly stopped moving. Vilar didn’t cease his stroll, and he continued forward, with intention to finally end this blasted nightmare. He saw Craster inspect the damage, then he spoke, ’’Wait a minute…’’

Not giving him any time to respond, Vilar dashed forward. Craster turned around after hearing the sounds of someone approaching behind him, his eyes widened and he attempted to block Vilar’s attack. Unfortunately for him, it was too late for such action. Vilar’s horns impacted with his hindleg, and he fell down immediately, screaming in pain. In quick fashion, Vilar kept striking against his legs, to his disgust, he could hear bones start to break. Craster screamed louder and louder while attempting to remove Vilar.

Even still, Craster stubbornly refused to give up, and used his tail to strike against Vilar, hitting him on the center of his head. Vilar pushed the pain away from his mind and continued to pound against Craster. He could feel the other threehorn’s strength beginning to dwindle with each strike, it only fueled his will more.

’’Get off me, you git!’’

Apparently Craster decided he was done being under Vilar, and in quick fashion that surprised him, turned them around so that he was now the one stuck under him. Fortunately, he knew a way to escape before Craster could do serious damage. He struck his foot to Craster’s hindleg. Craster howled in pain, and flipped off from him. Apparently now content with staying far away from him instead of chasing him. ’’You… I’m gonna kill you for that!’’

Vilar’s gaze drifted toward Craster’s injured leg. It was all mangled, and the threehorn had trouble staying upright. It wouldn’t take lot to down him again. They both charged at each other, although now both hard problems of their own, they were still determined to hang on to their lives a while longer. A true threehorn never gave up.

They clashed once more. Both knew that only one would walk away from this. Vilar shuffled to the side and awaited in attack, and, possibly, inevitable death. Craster charged with a mighty cry. Vilar dodged to the side in one fluid move. His opponent swirled in his direction. His menacing eyes were a blazing red and his features indistinguishable due to the bloody conflict.

Craster thrust his horns forward, only to be met with Vilar’s own. Slowly, both of them were beginning to tire. The duel was at its end. With renewed vigor, Vilar slashed his opponent with his horns back and forth. Craster attempted to block his attacks while concurrently using his own set of horns to strike back. ’’I have to admit it, you’re tougher opponent than I thought.’’ he said.

Vilar smirked. ’’Don’t count your hatchlings until they hatch, Craster.’’

’’I think it’s about time we finish this,’’ Craster said. ’’Don’t want to keep the others waiting for too long.’’

Vilar nodded. ’’Agreed.’’

In that frozen moment between the fighting, Vilar and Craster’s eyes flicked to one another. Faces unreadable, no fear, no superior smirk, but respect for one another. It was something that neither of them expected. If only everyone else could see them now. What would they think right now? Two enemies, giving each other something that they should not have. But things do not usually go as planned after all.

Vilar gazed at Craster, his training holding up very well despite this being his first real fight. There was a flash of something in his face, but before Vilar could take another look it was gone. Like it was never there and determination had taken its place. But it hardly mattered. It was time to finish this once and for all.

The threehorns rushed forward, screaming. Both thrust their horns at one another once again, they impacted. More screams and shouts broke out. The clash was efficient, fierce and deadly. Vilar twisted his body to his right to find an opening and after a while, he found it. Striking his horns into Craster’s hind leg once more, and not able to bear the pain, Craster fell down in the mud with a loud splash.

Vilar gave him no time to act, and thrust again. This time aimed at his chest. Craster screamed louder than ever now. It made Vilar cringe away a bit. It was over now. Vilar had won. He’d done it, he had survived!

Craster, however, was still breathing weakly, worn out. His scream was reduced to whimpering.

’’Do it, then,’’ he said. ’’Kill me. You’ve won.’’

Vilar flicked his eyes to Craster and he saw something that he had never seen before in him.

Fear. He was afraid.

Craster coughed. ’’You know what’s funny? I’m… I’m actually afraid. For the first time since I can remember.’’

’’Deep down, I have always known that I’d end up like this,’’ Craster said. ’’Despite that, I told myself continually that it would never happen. Look at me now…’’

’’What?’’ Vilar mumbled.

’’This… this is all that I know how to do,’’ Craster said. ’’All of my life, this moment has been on my mind. I have been raised to rejoice this occasion.’’

Craster scoffed. ’’But you know what? I always secretly despised what they have turned me into. Not just by them. But my family as well. Only now, do I realize what an idiot I was.’’

Vilar knew very well by who they were. Craster continued, ’’I have been trained to kill since the day I learned to walk. My fate has been chosen for me, and there is nothing I could do to change that.’’

’’To bring ’glory and honor to the family line’. That’s what they kept saying to me all these years. And, I believed them,’’ Craster said. ’’Not anymore. Now I see what they truly are.’’

’’Lies.’’

Craster gazed at Vilar gravely. ’’All of them. This trial is a not an appeasing to our ancestors. It’s just for their sick amusement.’’

The reddish-brown threehorn growled. ’’But now it is going to change. This will be my first and only decision.’’

’’What are you talking about?’’ Vilar asked.

’’I cannot pretend anymore, Vilar,’’ Craster said. ’’Release me from this suffering.’’

Vilar blinked. ’’You want me to… kill you?’’

’’Yes.’’

Craster whimpered. ’’Please, Vilar. End it. Do it, do it and you will be the victor. I can’t live with myself anymore.’’

’’I can’t just kill you! Not now after hearing what you have been through.’’

’’You have to! It’s my wish. My very own wish, no one else’s,’’ Craster said.

Vilar thought about it for a long time. He didn’t want to kill Craster, no matter what had happened in the past. He couldn’t just become a murderer and live the rest of his life in peace. He simply couldn’t. But… a small part of Auron wished to help Craster.

Pause.

Craster continued to whimper in pain. ’’Please! I cannot take this pain any longer. End it now!’’

Vilar gazed at Crator deeply into his eyes, and asked, ’’Is this what you truly want?’’

Craster nodded. ’’It is. Of that I am certain.’’

Another pause.

Vilar turned his gaze upwards to the sky, the day was beginning to turn into a night. A moment later, he turned back to Craster, and gave him his answer.

’’Very well. I will do it.’’

Craster sighed. ’’Thank you.’’

Vilar raised his horns high into the air. He looked at Craster once last time. He received a nod from the other threehorn. No words were needed. Goodbye.

Vilar thrust his horns to Craster’s chest, piercing his heart. Craster weakly chocked out.

’’Finally… free…’’


The shadows had already dissolved into the nighttime darkness when Vilar ambled away from the forest. Two had entered its domain and only one had returned. He saw the herd stroll forward to receive him. Vilar had to chuckle a bit for their astonished looks. Apparently they didn’t expect him to survive.

His family and friends quickly sprinted away from the herd toward him. Vilar was glad to welcome their care. He would need it after today. They congratulated him, but he didn’t want to hear any compliments right now. He was sure that he would never want to hear. Unfortunately, Grimlock decided to cut the happy reunion short.

’’It appears we have our victor,’’ he said. ’’I must admit, this is a surprise.’’

’’Disappointed?’’ Vilar asked.

Grimlock smirked. ’’Not at all. Surprised is all. Considering your injuries I can honestly say that we all expected Craster to win. Speaking of him, he is dead, right? We aren’t going to have more ghosts suddenly appear in front of us?’’

Vilar shook his head. ’’He is dead. I killed him myself.’’ Vilar would not reveal the conversation between them to Grimlock, however.

Grimlock smiled, and spoke with enthusiasm. ’’Then I happily announce that this season’s trial is now officially over!’’

The gray threehorn turned his gaze to Vilar. ’’Everyone, let us give our humble compliments to our winner, Vilar!’’

Some of the herd cheered, but most opted to stay quiet and simply just congratulate Vilar on their own. And to give their sympathies. The herd moved away from the valley to their nesting grounds. The night’s celebration was still on the way. Vilar, his family and friends were the last ones to depart. Before leaving, Vilar shared one last look with the forest and whispered. ’’Rest now, Craster. You deserve it.’’


Vilar stood near a cliff overlooking the valley below him. He saw some of the herd members move around doing their usual affairs in peace. Vilar himself yearned for such. That was why he decided to venture to the cliff. To clear his mind. His friends followed shortly after him. They joined him on the cliff. Kivan was the first to speak.

’’Hard to believe it has been two days already since the trial.’’

Salna nodded. ’’Agreed. Time flies past when you have something to occupy your mind.’’

Halima gazed at Vilar, and spoke. ’’How are you doing?’’

’’Better,’’ Vilar replied. ’’I still have sleep terrors, but it’s starting to get easier.’’

Kivan smiled. ’’That’s good. I would just forget the damn thing completely.’’

’’Easy to say,’’ Vilar said.

Salna smiled sadly. ’’It will be okay one day, Vilar. We’re here for you.’’

’’That’s right,’’ Halima nodded. ’’If there is anything you want to talk about, we will listen.’’

VIlar pondered whether to reveal to them what he had been thinking about for the duration of two days. The things that Craster had said to him. He decided to be truthful to his friends.

’’There is something that has been on my mind lately.’’

’’Oh? What is it?’’ Kivan asked.

’’Promise me that this will stay only between us,’’ Vilar said. ’’This cannot be allowed to spread.’’

All three nodded.

’’Okay. When Craster and I were in the forest fighting each other and when I finally overpowered him, he said things that I can’t get out of my head.’’

’’What kind of things?’’ Salna asked.

Vilar swallowed, then resumed. ’’He had always despised this tradition. He said that the only thing he knew was to kill. That he had been raised like that since he was a small hatchling.’’

’’He didn’t fight back in the end, I did not overcome him because he made a mistake. He wanted to die.’’

Vilars’s friends had dumbfounded looks on their faces. Eventually, it was Halima who opened her mouth. ’’Wanted to die? What does that mean?’’

’’He didn’t want to live any more,’’ Vilar replied. ’’The last thing he said was that he was finally free.’’

’’Free from what?’’ Salna pondered.

’’From all of this.’’ Vilar said.

They stayed silent for a long time. Until Vilar continued again.

’’It appears that not all are what they seem to be.’’

Kivan mumbled. ’’So… you killed him to ’release’ him?’’

’’He wanted me to. And I did.’’

Another long pause ensued.

’’That’s… messed up.’’ Salna said, and everyone agreed with her.

’’Our whole lives are messed up,’’ Halima said. ’’And it will continue to be until Grimlock and his cronies are gone.’’

’’Did you see the look on other’s faces when he announced you the winner? They looked at him with resentment.’’

Vilar gazed at Kivan. ’’I was more focused on glaring at him myself to take any notice.’’

’’Grimlock may have support in this herd,’’ Salna said. ’’But not enough. There are far more those who hate his guts. Why don’t they do anything?’’

’’For the same reason why Craster couldn’t fight back,’’ Vilar said. ’’Fear. That’s how they control our lives.’’

Yet another silence followed.

’’I do not know what the future holds for us,’’ Vilar said. ’’Whether it is good or bad, but together, we will overcome those obstacles. Alone we fall, together we stand.’’

Vilar smiled. ’’All in due time. After all, it is not for us to question the ancestors work.’’


This is my response to the Gang of Five’s May prompt. I decided to cut a few scenes away from the story, but it will hardly dampen the overall plot. I also chose to depict the threehorns bit differently in this one, but they still have their substantial demeanor. Some of you might have noticed that I took some inspiration from Suzanne Collin’s The Hunger Games to my story. As always, any kind of feedback is welcome. I will see you again next time!

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Ask Me / Ask Anagnos
« on: April 24, 2019, 11:51:59 AM »
Well, it seems that almost everyone here has made a topic like this, and I'm late as usual.  :bang You know the saying right? Better late than never. So, I'm going to be answering any questions you might have to the best of my ability. Fire away!  :)


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LBT Fanfiction / The Silent Storm
« on: April 17, 2019, 01:21:25 PM »
The Silent Storm

Nighttime developed further ahead of the trio along the path they had begun to travel when the Bright Circle was high on the sky, was now replaced with the annual Night Circle, which hovered almost stalkingly over them. Their surroundings were eerily silent, no soul around them in this lonely landscape. Only sounds accompanying them were their own footsteps, which left crisp traces behind them and their ragged, tired breaths. It was like they were the only souls to have ever walked these lands, yet the tracks of a stray hollowhorn proved otherwise. The trio of sharpteeth had been tracking it for awhile now, with no end in sight. The long shadows of the evening had long since dissolved into the gathering darkness that was around them, the air cooled around them. This had been their toughest Cold Time yet in their entire lives, and it only seemed to get worse by the day. Thud couldn’t remember when was the last time that he’d had such a hard time in the Mysterious Beyond. The entire area in where they currently were at was covered in White Ground Sparkles, the once green and fertile land had turned into an empty and hellish environment. This was not new to Thud, he knew exactly what the Cold Time brought with it, but this situation was hopeless. The last time when they had eaten themselves full was just before the Cold Time had begun again. Since that day they had barely even been able to hunt herds of leaf-eaters for a long time and because of that they had been forced to eat scraps on more than one occasion, and it showed very well. They were lot thinner than before, which was alarming. It was something that was starting to infuriate the green fast biter considerably, but he knew that complaining about it would hardly make the situation better at all. So instead of resulting into petty arguments in his head, he focused on his companions forms for exchange.

‘’How long do we have to travel before we find this blasted sapsucker already?’’

It was more of a complaint than a question, but Thud did not want to anger Red Claw any further more than he already was, so he stayed quiet in hopes that the big two-footer would just forget the conversation, but all of his hopes were squashed when his brother opened his mouth.

‘’Perhaps it’s just on the other side of this slope? All of these White Ground Sparkles are making it difficult to sniff anything.’’

‘’Did I ask anything from you, Screech?’’ Red Claw growled to the blue fast biter behind him.

‘’Well, no. But-’’ Thud slapped his head with his tail to interrupt him. When his brother turned around to face him, Thud gave him a look that said; are you stupid? Be quiet or you get us both killed. Screech got the message and stayed silent after that. Red Claw snorted and turned around and begun to trek forward again. When the two-footer was far enough from the fast biter brothers, he turned to him and whispered to him harshly. ‘’Are you completely out of your mind?’’  An expression of embarrassment was starkly visible on his dark features, despite the darkness of the night. ‘’I’m sorry, okay. I wasn’t thinking clearly.’’

‘’Obviously.’’ Thud left it at that, and continued to follow Red Claw. He really wasn’t in any mood to argue with his brother right now, considering their current condition. He heard his brother follow behind him shortly after along the path. ‘’Look, Thud. I really am sorry. I’m just so hungry that I can’t even think straight anymore.’’ Thud understood his brother’s blight very well, and chose not to antagonize Screech any further. ‘’I get it. I’m hungry too. But you have got to keep your head in the game, Screech. Remember what dad taught us?’’

‘’All too well. He made sure that lesson would stay in our heads.’’ Screech deadpanned in bored tone. ‘’Then you’d do best to remember that lesson.’’ Thud heard his brother sigh in remark.

‘’Yeah, I’ll try to do my best, Thud.’’

‘’What are you two loitering back there? Come here. I think I’ve found something.’’

‘’Come on, let’s go see what the big guy found.’’ They both started to sprint along the pathway that led them into an large clearing, soon enough the large form of Red Claw became visible for both of them. He was standing beside a frozen lake, inspecting and sniffing a new series of footprints, footprints that did not belong to the hollowhorn they had been tracking for the duration of the whole day now. Thud inspected the tracks himself, but they were messy enough that he could not say for certain to whom or what they belonged to. Red Claw’s booming voice interrupted him from his thoughtful ponderings at that moment.

‘’The tracks of the hollowhorn end near the slope behind us. These are all here is.’’

‘’How could the hollowhorn just disappear like that?’’ Screech asked in confusion.

‘’Maybe it didn’t. We were far enough from it in the first place, any tracks it might have left behind are probably long gone by now.’’ Thud exclaimed to his companions in a undisputed tone.

He saw Red Claw nod in acceptance of that response, it seemed the two-footer was thinking the exact same thing that Thud himself was, but Red Claw would hardly never admit it outloud to anyone, after all it was very unusual for the two-footer to offer compliments to anyone. Thud only shared those with his brother and even then it was very infrequent custom. It was strictly professional when it came to dealing with Red Claw. Of course, he knew this was not going to be a habitual thing, so he let it slide.

Red Claw snarled in rising anger, no doubt he was furious that their prey was lost forever by now, but they still had a chance to salvage this hunt and turn it in their favor.

‘’What’s the plan then? Do we try to pinpoint where the hollowhorn went?’’ Screech joined in on the conversation.

‘’No, forget the blasted hollowhorn. These tracks look like they could be from either a threehorn or a spiketail. They are much better food than some measly hollowhorn.’’

And also more dangerous than a hollowhorn, Thud added inwardly. He didn’t dare to voice his concern to Red Claw about this matter. When the two-footer set his mind for doing something, it was nearly impossible to change his mind about the cause, and Thud did not want to antagonize him enough so that he’d end up as Red Claw’s snack later if this whole plan fell apart.

‘’So we go after them? Do we even know which direction they went?’’

‘’We do, look.’’ Red Claw pointed at the tracks on the ground.

The tracks were facing the opposite side of the path that they had arrived here from. There seemed to be more than one set of footprints, but it was difficult to say for sure. Spiketails or threehorns almost never traveled on their own, then again, what other choice did they have? Keep looking around for prey and hope that they actually would find something before they succumbed to starvation? Thud knew that was not an option. They wouldn’t last a day longer without any kind of nutrition. If they couldn’t find anything tonight, they would never see next rise of the Bright Circle again. Except Red Claw perhaps, Thud suspected that if he had to resort to devouring his companions in order to survive he would certainly do just that. Despite their arrangement with Red Claw when it came to hunting together, the relationship between the fast biters and the two-footer was not a very pleasant one. They had originally joined together for mutual benefit. So if this thing went to south, Thud and Screech would be on their own, and Thud was not willing to let that happen.

‘’Then we follow the tracks, and hopefully we can catch up to them in time.’’ Screech uttered tiredly.

The trio started to move toward their new destination in hopes of a successful hunt, oblivious of the approaching storm brewing in the distance behind them, moving ever so closer to their current location.


‘’Angar, are you sure the way we are going is the right one?’’

Angar turned to face his subordinate with an annoyed look, which left no doubt what his sentiments were toward the younger spiketail at the current period. Angar didn’t need anyone to dispute his leadership in their current challenging predicament. He decided to confront the brownish spiketail now before anyone else in the herd started to rouse similar thoughts in their minds.

‘’I’m sure, Halmar. If we keep going this way, we’ll reach the Great Valley in few days.’’

‘’But I still feel that if we would-’’

‘’Which one of us has been in the valley before, Halmar?’’ Angar interrupted the brown spiketail before he could finish his sentence. He really didn’t want to deal with Halmar’s sceptical tendencies. He had joined their herd last Cold Time when his original herd had been attacked by sharpteeth and he left as the only survivor. Despite his newfound loyalty towards the herd that had taken him in skeptically, he still occasionally distrusted Angars’ decisions when it came to leading the herd to the magnificent place that was the Great Valley. He must’ve still been those few individuals who didn’t believe such a sanctuary even existed. But Angar knew it was true, for he had seen it with his own eyes when the herd had briefly stopped there to rest on their last visit. ‘’I will not accept this kind of insubordination from you again, are we clear about that?’’ Angar’s tone was firm and he directed his strict gaze toward Halmar until he received a nod from the brown spiketail in confirmation.

The herd once again resumed their trek forward along the path that led through a mountain area with forests nearby. Still, the previous discussion was still very much in Angar’s mind, and he suspected that given enough time, Halmar would continue to pester him with his silly questions and interruptions. Maybe accepting him into the herd had been a mistake on his part, so far the spiketail in question had hardly brought them anything goodwill. Then again Angar could always just banish him from the herd if it suited him. Angar would remind himself to visit this matter later, for now they had other more severe concerns ranging from their journey to protecting the herd from dangerous carnivores. They would not be the only ones out on these lands after all, they would have to keep an eye out for their surroundings in order to prevent being caught by surprise. Angar turned his head to observe the valley they currently were residing at, watching the treelines for any possible predators lurking around in hiding. For a brief moment he thought he saw something move among the trees in the forest opposite of their position, but after a careful look and nothing out of the ordinary striking his eyesight, he concluded it was just his own imagination playing tricks on him, he hadn’t had a good nights sleep in ages after all. Once they got to the Great Valley he could rest as long as he wanted, and he intended to take full advantage of that once they arrived at their destination, their sanctuary, and their final hope.


‘’That was a close one.’’ Screech remarked to his brother beside him. Both of them were laying on the ground in prone positions, watching the spiketail herd mingle around the surrounding valley with interest. They had indeed managed to caught up with the leaf-eater herd in the end, and Red Claw had sent the two of them to gather knowledge about their soon-to-be victims -- Thud hoped at the very least of that outcome. They had nearly been discovered by one of the spiketails when Screech had accidentally stumbled on a lonely root that was sticking out of the ground. Thankfully the spiketail hadn’t evidently noticed them at all and moved quickly on, and that was good for them. But Thud would make sure that something like that wouldn’t happen again. They had gotten lucky this time, but anything could happen in this world to anyone, all it took was one misstep and you were dead.

‘’I swear to you, Screech, that if you do that again I’m going to gut you myself. You do realize that you almost gave us away?’’ Thud growled in hostility to his brother about his aberration that could’ve ended both of them before this hunt had even begun.

‘’Relax, they didn’t notice us, no harm done.’’

‘’That’s beside the point! You cannot-’’ Thud didn’t finish the sentence. If it weren’t for their current task at hand, he would surely strike his brother with his claws to remind him about the wisdoms of life. Thud closed his eyes and breathed slowly to calm his rising nerves. Being angry at Screech would not make things any better now, but he could not just let this occurrence slide and wade away without a fight.

‘You act like a hatchling on it’s first hunting lesson, Screech.’’

‘’Okay, if that’s the way you think of me, fine then. You do know that I’m sorry for real, right?
Screech importuned his distressed and perhaps slightly even seething brother carefully.

‘’Let’s just forget about it for now and focus on our current task at hand, shall we?’’ Both of them stayed silent after that, observing the herd of spiketails moving further away from them. They would have to follow them and report any findings they could uncover to Red Claw. Silently, the two fast biters started to creep from the darkness of the forest after the leaf-eaters. They would have to do this very carefully, one misstep was enough to grant them an early access to the Great Beyond with their ancestors. Thud observed the spiketails further, and to his delight he took notice of their movement -- it was slow, probably because of the cold or lack of food.

He even noticed that some of the leaf-eaters were already beginning to visibly tire, the spiketails would not last long without nourishment, like the current dilemma Thud and his companions found themselves trapped in. Thud turned to his brother and to his satisfaction he noticed that Screech had already taken notice of the same case as he had. This was feasible enough to do, although they would have to be extra careful nevertheless, even in their weakened state the spiketails would be a specially formidable threat for the trio of carnivores. They would have to play this smart in order to be successful. There simply wasn’t any alternatives, either they would make it through this hunt alive and live to see another day or then this would be their last day on this world, and Thud was determined for it be the former rather than the latter.

‘’Come on, let’s go report our findings to the boss and make a plan.’’ Screech acknowledged Thud’s petition with a quick nod, and together they both turned back, still ensuring that their presence was not detected by the spiketails, and vanished into the cold and dark night.


‘’So let me make sure that I understand.’’

Thud regarded the speaker, who happened to be his brother, in obvious boredom. They had went through the duo’s discoveries for a few times already in order to make the best of it for the upcoming hunt.

‘’You want us to attack a herd of spiketails in our current weakened state, and expect to live through it?’’

‘’That is precisely what I meant, Screech. Don’t tell me that you’re a scaredy egg?’’ Red claw asked the blue fast biter in growing annoyance. Thud could hardly blame him, for he was also promptly beginning to lose his patience.

Screech’s composure began to falter rapidly, he seemed to notice his mistake of speaking against the big two-footer just now. Thud hoped he was going to fix that soon or there might not be anything left of his brother. ‘’N-no, sir. Just making sure that we understand the plan before we initiate it.’’ Thud took notice of Screech’s very submissive tone, but he could hardly blame his brother for that, were it him facing the grim gaze of Red Claw he would be just as frightened. Thud hoped that Screech would take notice that the entire night he had been interrupting the two-footer, and it hardly raised Red Claw’s opinion of him. Though he was always like this when he was hungry, even back when the two of them were just little hatchlings, still very much dependant on their parents.

Red Claw growled at the fast biter in front of him and that was message clear enough to make Screech back up and shut his mouth audibly.

‘’To answer your previous interrupting inquiry Screech, that is not exactly the plan I was envisioning in my mind just now.’’

‘’Oh? What then?’’ Thud pondered the question both audibly and internally.

‘’There are far too many of them for us to take on, I maybe a full-grown two-footer but even I can’t take that many in my current state alone. Which is were you two come in on the play.’’
Thud didn’t like the sound of that. Whatever the big two-footer had planned for them it was hardly anything good, Thud had come to learn that lesson the hard way in the past.

‘’I see you are confused. Tell me something, Thud. When you were tracking them earlier did you notice anything interesting about them?’’

‘’Yes, one of the spiketails, the apparent leader of them, almost discovered us while we were spying on them.’’ Thud directed his stern glare toward his brother’s direction and the other fast biter turned his head down in apparent shame. ‘’We noticed that they moved slowly and seem to be in a precarious position like we are.’’

‘’So what does that tell you?’’

Thud contemplated it over for a minute, until he grasped what Red Claw meant by that.

‘’They’re too weak to concentrate on their current moment entirely, the only one who seems to be able to do that is the spiketail that almost discovered us, and if I’m right about him being the leader, he will be tough one to beat.’’

‘’All the more reason why he should be taken out first,’’ Screech remarked. ‘’if they are as ineffectual as you say, they will be an easy prey without a leader.’’

‘’Exactly,’’ Red Claw stated. ‘’and we’re going to take full advantage of that.’’

‘’It’s worth a try at least. I mean what else can we do? This is our only chance,’’ Thud voiced to his companions. ’’if we fail here, that’s the end of it.’’

‘’Then it looks like we have agreed on a plan.’’ Red Claw left no room to argue about the matter.

‘’And the leaf-lickers be damned. Those pesky creatures won’t know what hit them until it’s far too late.’’


‘’Alright, herd. We’ll rest here for awhile, keep your eyes open for any dangers, I don’t want us to be caught off-guard by anything.’’ Angar announced loudly enough so that everyone would hear him loud and clear. He saw some members of his herd lay down to rest, and understandably so for they had been traveling for a long while now, but they would still have a long journey ahead of them. He called his deputies aside from everyone else and gave them their orders.

‘’I need few spiketails to check the entire perimeter with caution, remember: we may not be the only ones out here.’’ His deputies acknowledged his order and they went their separate ways. Angar himself went to find his mate and child among the assembled spiketails. Eventually he found them near a rockwall resting after long night’s journey that would still continue for awhile. ‘’Dear, how are you and Tippy doing?’’

‘’We’re doing fine, Angar. Tippy is just tired from all the walking. Cannot we rest here for tonight and continue our voyage tomorrow?’’

‘’I wish we could, my love. But we still have to keep going a bit further, this area is not safe enough to spend the night.’’ At least Angar didn’t have to worry about his child starving just yet. The herd had made sure to feed their young first before the adults got their equal share of the green food. Of course this did have an negative impact on them as well, in their shape Angar feared that he and the other adults wouldn’t be able to protect the herd if it came to it. One more problem to their already growing difficult situation.

‘’Surely we’ll be able to protect ourselves, dear. There are enough of us here.’’

‘’But we aren’t in our full strength, dear. That is a very big fragility for us. If a sharptooth were to come in here right now, I don’t have enough faith that we would all survive it.’’

‘’But… there has to be something we can do. There always is.’’

Angar was sorrowful for making his mate even more distressed than she already was, but he wouldn’t dare lie to her either. He had learned that lying to her was a very ludicrous idea.

‘’I’m doing the best I can here, dear. But you know this is what life looks like in the Mysterious Beyond, especially during Cold Time.’’

She looked down for a moment and then raised her head up again to meet her mate’s eyes.

‘’I know that, dear. But I can’t help but worry. That’s what all mothers do, right?’’

‘’I believe they do. But we’ll get through this together, we always have, and always will.’’

Angar nuzzled his mate to comfort her and after awhile she nuzzled him back, grateful for his support.

‘’Yes we will. I just hope that the Great Valley will be enough to-’’

‘’Angar! We have big problems heading toward us!’’

Angar shifted his large form to look at one of his deputies who was running toward him speedily, with a clear look of distress across his face very much visible. What was going on? Were they being under attack by sharpteeth? Angar vowed to find the answers to these questions.

‘’What is it, Tyro? Are we being under attack?’’

The gray spiketail who went by the name Tyro, stopped in front of him, panting in fatigue.

‘’No, it’s something else entirely. There’s a big storm coming straight at us, and it will be here soon.’’

Angar’s eyes widened. This was indeed something he had not predicted. A storm may not be as dangerous as a sharptooth was, but they were a big threat in their on regard nonetheless.

‘’Can we make it out of here before it arrives? Do we have enough time to slip away?’’

‘’No, we don’t. It’s almost on top of us.’’

Angar’s face went pale with fear.

‘’Ancestors help us.’’


‘’Who’s bright idea it was to venture so far from the spiketails?’’ Screech remarked in annoyance.

‘’I hardly believe that matters much, Screech.’’ Thud answered his brother.

‘’We could be there by now and about to sink our teeth in them!’’

‘’Be quiet already, Screech. I grow tired of your constant rantings,’’ Red Claw growled angrily.

‘’Are you an adult or child?’’

Screech however didn’t answer the retort, apparently having learned to shut his mouth when in company of a very big and pissed of two-footer. Good. Thud thought to himself. Even if he cared about his brother, sometimes he could be hard to deal with.

‘’We’ll be there shortly, just few more steps and it’s hunting time.’’ Thud stated.

‘’You better pray that you’re right, Thud. All that has happened definitely hasn’t made me anymore patient.’’

Thud knew better than to out right answer with something witty to what Red Claw had just said to him, it would not be tolerated while in his presence. Soon enough they arrived near the region where the spiketail herd had stopped to rest on their journey to whatever land they were going to, it mattered little to Thud and his companions, all they cared about was to fill their bellies full or at least enough so that they would last another day. They took a small shortcut to the valley of the spiketails by jumping over the minor hills nearby, although it was tad bit more difficult for Red Claw due to his large size, the slope however was wide enough to fit him just fine. The sight that awaited them was not what Thud had been envisioning at all; the leaf-eaters were running around and screaming loudly enough so Thud and his companions could hear them clearly enough as if they were standing right next to them. Now if only they could understand the language of the leaf-eaters it would be easier to find out why they were suddenly freaking out. Had they been discovered? Impossible, they had been extra careful in their plan to remain hidden before the strike would happen. Something else had given them a fright, and Thud didn’t like uncertainties. ‘’Why are they freaking out? Did they discover us?’’ Screech echoed his thoughts to a point.

‘’There’s no way that would be possible. Maybe another sharptooth is nearby?’’ Thud pondered.

‘’Whatever the case, it’s ruining the hunt for us.’’ Red Claw growled in frustration.

Thud looked around him in order to possibly spot the reason for the leaf-eaters odd behaviour and after turning around to face the sight before him he realized exactly what had spooked them.

‘’I think I know why now.’’ Thud confessed.

‘’Well, share it with us then.’’ Came the remark from Red Claw who turned to face him.

‘’Look there. They’re not afraid because of a sharptooth. They’re afraid because of that,’’ Thud admitted. ‘’and the way it looks like it’s going to be here very soon.’’

The trio looked into the horizon where the approaching storm was brewing. The blizzard raged so strong that the once familiar sights of the region had been almost completely erased from the their memory by now. The snowflakes fell rapidly and the air was almost still, but it was so thick that it almost obscured the view entirely. Thud raised his hand to shield his eyes from the barrage. The anticipated coldness and the sting of snow on his snout. He wondered how they had missed such a thing in the first place, but it hardly mattered right now and Thud was sure that his companions had similar sentiments on their minds.

‘’We can’t stay here.’’ Thud told his companions.

‘’You’re right we can’t, but we can’t just abandon this hunt now. Think about everything that’s at stake here!’’ Screech cried.

‘’That’s correct, Screech. We can’t, not after everything we’ve gone through,’’ Thud tried to calm his brother down. ‘’But if we stay here, we are good as dead.’’

‘’We just have to follow the sapsuckers. Even they are not that dumb enough to stay anywhere near here,’’ Red Claw added. ‘’we still have a hunt to accomplish, I haven’t forgotten about it either.’’

‘’I guess that’s our best bet,’’ Thud grumbled. ‘’I hope the ancestors are guiding us now more than ever, I’m fairly certain that I speak for all of us here when it comes to making sure that we don’t meet them just yet.’’

‘’You and me both, Thud,’’ Screech shouted in agreement. ‘’if we die, at least we go together.’’

Thud grievously feared the possibility of that outcome, and for the first time since he could remember, he was utterly terrified of the forthcoming events.


‘’Everyone, stay calm and organized,’’ Angar began his speech. ‘’we’ll get through this together.’’

The herd was still freaking out about the fierce storm that was rapidly advancing toward them faster than Angar would’ve liked, but he had no control over this matter. All he could control now was the best possible outcome for his herd, and he intended to do that no matter what obstacle came to his way. He needed to get them as calm and collected as he possibly could, because panicking in a situation like this would only make things worse for everyone. His words echoed enough through the herd, and they all stopped to listen.

‘’Listen to me now very clearly: we must leave this region right now. That storm will not wait for us to get far enough from here before it hits us,’’ Angar loudly proclaimed. ‘’if we can get to the other side of this valley, there might be a safe location where we can rest and wait until this storm passes.’’

He received nods of agreement from the spiketails present, but he could still detect slight uncertainty in their faces. Angar had no way of knowing if there really was a safe spot for them to wait the storm to pass them, but one thing was absolutely certain; they could not stay here, if they did, they would all surely die.

‘’Follow me. And stay close. If we lose someone we can’t go back for them,’’ Angar didn’t need to specify his words: you fall behind -- you’re on your own. ‘’Move fast and efficiently.’’
He looked to his mate beside him and spoke to her in a clear tone. ‘’That goes double for you and Tippy, dear.’’

She nodded in agreement and understanding of his request. Turning to her son and whispering words of comfort to him.

‘’Let’s go, Tippy. Stay close.’’ Tippy moaned quietly in confirmation, already starting to feel the cold of the storm and the falling snowflakes around them almost penetrate their thick hides. The sensation was unbearable, the quicker they got away from this blizzard the better.
Flakes pelt against the spiketails cheeks, clinging to their hide and almost covering them completely white. Shivering teeth began to chatter amongst the herd while everyone did their best to stay as warm as they could. Angar felt his dry, aching throat from thirst and cold. The wind unbearably dreadful, discomfort arose from the beating snow drifting down at them in incredible speed. There was nothing positive about the situation the spiketails currently faced and Angar begun to dread what else might happen on this night. The gale whips each flake, so pretty on it’s own, formed into a projectile that hurt the hide. No light of the stars was visible above the sky anymore, so thick was the blizzard, the sound of wind accompanying them present. Tomorrow the region would never look the same as it once did. The blizzard removed Angars’ visibility and it was nearly impossible to spot the path any longer. To save his eyes from the blinding white powder Angar narrowed them until they were almost completely shut, and all the while the wind raged without a care in the world, only reducing its ferocity long enough to gather the strength for another attack. All Angar could do was hope that the storm would pass soon, all his mind could focus on was to find the most logical path to warmth, safety and into something more comfortable than the tangible snow. Suddenly he thought he heard something other than the wind in the night, something that faintly resembled a cry of anguish. Even if Angar wanted to investigate the noise he knew that there was no potential opportunity present to endeavour in such task, not in these conditions and he recalled his address to the herd very well about falling behind. With a heavy sigh he resumed his trek into the cold night, unaware of the danger that lurked behind him, that had just claimed one of his herd members life.


Thud and his companions crept cautiously after the spiketail herd in anticipation of what was coming in the near future. Thud was careful to keep enough distance to the leaf-eaters in case they decided to be thoughtful of their surroundings in the brewing storm they currently found themselves trapped in with. Screech kept close to Thud to support him in a fight if this turned ugly very fast. Red Claw brought the rear with them, careful to make sure that his footsteps wouldn’t create too much noise to draw the spiketails attention to them before they wanted them to. Thud nearly lost the sight of the leaf-eaters few times, but he was agile enough to always make sure they stayed firmly in his sight, he would not want to be the reason why the leaf-eaters would make a hasty escape from the trio. He felt the coldness sink in after some period of time had passed. The wind screamed more and more with every passing moment, it almost sounded like howling, snowflakes felt like stones falling down on them, the trees were bending and moaning in the wrath of the ferocious storm. The blizzard was definitely more wicked and harsh than Thud had ever encountered before in his life.

The cold was unbearable for Thud and he was certain that his companions’ didn’t find it any more accommodating than he did, it was best to finish up this hunt promptly and cautiously. The faint form of the brownish spiketail in front of him became more clear by every step he took further towards his destined prey. He momentarily turned to face his companions forms, which were surprisingly hard to spot right now, but Thud did not need only just sight to pinpoint their location. He could hear their silent and calm footsteps much louder than any leaf-eater ever would, one of the perks of being on the predator side. Thud shared a knowing look first with Screech and then Red Claw, silently asking them the initiative to begin. He received nods from both sharpteeth behind him and that was the sign that he had been waiting for. He began to rapidly build up his speed for a quick and effective strike against their opponents legs. All the while Screech would join his attack from the leaf-eater’s other side in order to bring the spiketail down for Red Claw to finish it off swiftly. The green fast biter pushed thoughts about the storm and coldness aside, and focused on the hunt that would save their lives, Thud felt himself sink into a state of ease, the impending challenges inevitable and he could sense them nearing.


Thud hastened his speed to match his brothers’ own rate. For this to work they had to take out the leaf-eaters legs together without any issues involved. The leaf-eater, oblivious about the imminent threat to his life advancing closer and closer with every passing second. Thud could tell that this particular spiketail was still an adolescent and therefore would not be up to date with protection for oneself overall. For Thud and his companions this was the perfect circumstance in a long time since their blight had begun this Cold Time. Thud observed the spiketail for additionally longer than he needed and then gave his brother the go-ahead to commence their plan.

In tandem, Thud and Screech both begun to sprint toward the spiketail in rapid pace. When they were but a few feet away from the leaf-eater did it finally seem to notice something moving in its sphere of vision and advancing toward it in an alarming pace. The spiketail turned toward Thud and it tried to evade Thud’s swipes at his feet, but hadn’t apparently noticed Screech nearing it at all, and that was a fatal mistake. With a quick slash Screech cut a deep wound into the spiketail’s back legs with his sharp claws. Almost without a delay the leaf-eater fell down to the cold ground with a rough drop, no longer able to hold its own weight. But still, the determination of the young spiketail was not to be underestimated lighty, and with a quick movement of his tail, tried to struck Screech hard into oblivion. Thud moved in to protect his brother from the spiketails’ attack, but Thud clearly did not except what happened next: sharply the leaf-eater pushed itself up on its ruined legs, still surprisingly managing to hold him and with high-speed that both surprised and impressed Thud, whacked him across the face with its tail. Thud felt the ground beneath him after awhile had passed, and without a delay, he begun to feel the concussion in his head. It almost felt like his head was on fire, the pain was unbearable. He cringed in pain over the inflicted wound, but tried to push that away with some success.

Thud heard the sounds of the battle continue as his brother more than likely tried to attack the spiketail again with a quick slash of his claws, but this time the spiketail was ready for that. With a quick movement, the spiketail dodged Screech’s attack, and Thud witnessed the leaf-eater ready its tail again for another whack, this time aimed at Screech. Thud acknowledged his brother’s need for help, and pushed himself back on his feet once again and begun to pick up speed. The spiketail meanwhile was too busy dealing with Screech to pay any attention to Thud, seemingly thinking that the other fast biter to be out of the game by now.

The spiketail begun to sway its tail back and with a quick force attempted to crush Screech into a bloody pulp. Before the spiketail could act further, Thud was on him in an instant and swiftly gut the front legs open with his sharp claws. The leaf-eater cried in pain over the inflicted wounds to its legs and fell down once again to the ground, writhing in pain. But it would not suffer long for Red Claw was already making his way to the spot in quick pace. But still the spiketail refused to just lay down and die before the sharpteeth, and in vain attempted to stand up once again, only to fall back with a loud thud when the two fast biters both struck their claws into its hide again. Thud and Screed didn’t have to afflict further damage to the spiketail, for its story was now well and truly over. The massive form of the Red Claw appeared in front of the assembled dinosaurs and with hasty speed Red Claw sank his sharp teeth into the withering leaf-eater’s back hard. The spiketail screamed and tried to push the two-footer with its paws as if to ward off the sharptooth that was on top of him. With a final bite to the throat Red Claw finished the spiketail’s struggles for live and everything abruptly fell silent.


Gleam of the afternoon sun shone almost enchantingly on the sky above, basking the region in light and warmth. The Bright Circle shone bright and high, a grand transition from the previous day’s hardships and tragedy that had stroke the spiketail herd earlier. The herd was once again on the move to continue their journey toward the Great Valley in hopes of a secure environment from not only the sharpteeth that lurked around the lands that were more commonly known as the Mysterious Beyond, but also from natural threats to their way of life. But now there was one less spiketail amongst them, an adolescent who had only just recently joined their herd. Angar was in grim condition as of this very moment. He had failed to do what a leader was supposed to: protect his herd.

Halmars’ death had not stricken him as hard as it had others in the herd, but it still was very much in his mind nonetheless. Angar may have not had much love for the other spiketail, he could admit that much, but still something inside him made him feel… awful to say the least. Leaders were supposed to protect those under them, even if it meant to sacrifice oneself to accomplish that task.

Despite their loss only one night ago the herd still had to keep moving forward, because if Angar let this bother him until his end came, he would certainly lose his sanity. He pushed any thoughts about the brown spiketail away from his mind and focused on the journey ahead. One way or another they would get to the Great Valley, and Angar was more determined than ever to not lose anyone else in his herd again to such tragedy, not while he was in charge.

‘’We’ll be in the Great Valley soon,’’ Angar announced to the herd in loud voice. ‘’Keep moving.’’

‘’Dear, are you okay?’’ Angars’ mate inquired.

‘’I will be. I have to.’’ He answered his to mate.

‘’They’re all counting on me, and I’m not going to fail them like I did Halmar. I will make sure of that.’’ His answer somewhat concerned the female spiketail, and Angar was quick to fix his mistake.

‘’Don’t worry, dear. One day it’ll be alright.’’ Angar declared with new-found confidence.

‘’One day.’’


Thud awoke during the night feeling bit cold due to the extremely cold weather outside. Despite their new-found sanctuary for the night it didn’t mean they would be completely covered from the frigidity. One thing they didn’t have to worry about anymore however was the storm, for it had long since passed them, but it didn’t make the coldness go away immediately, it would take some time before that became reality. Thud couldn’t help but ponder of the circumstances the trio at the present moment were dealing with. Yes, on the good note they were now fully fed and ready to go further in their lives since they weren’t starving anymore. They had dragged the carcass of the spiketail to a nearby cave after previous night’s successful hunt, it was the best possible habitat to wait until the blizzard had passed them. It was still early in the morning, so early that even the Bright Circle had not risen yet over the sky. Screech and Red Claw were still snoring loudly and the cave was filled with their sounds of deep sleep. Thuds’ thoughts were constantly going around in circles, and he desperately needed time to settle those down. Realizing that he would not be able to do any of it while still at the cave, he ambled toward the opening of the cavern and stepped out into the cold night. Night came as sort of a reward of sorts to the green fast biter, it brought with a restfulness to calm down after a long day. This night however, was special from all the others. Life wasn’t as full of joy as Thud sometimes hoped, but tonight, he received some of that for himself, and for that he considered to be luckier than most. The eerie deep darkness of the night would never escape his memory. He would strongly remember that while the life he lived was full of difficulties and dangers that didn’t mean it couldn’t be impossible to have that kind of life one day.

Outside as Thud wandered near the cave’s mouth, he looked up at the clear night sky in deep thought. For him, stars had always been distant and amazing things, they were filled with endless mysteries that fascinated Thud greatly. He had taken an interest on them ever since his father had told him and his brother surreptitious tales about them. Now, Thud perceived that such little things were to be savored and relished. Tonight, he admired their beauty from afar. Walking down past the once lush and plentiful valley which had given leaf-eaters temporarily place to rest and enjoy their lives in relative safety. Maybe Thud and his companions could have that here as well someday. Thud knew that he and his companions would have many more hardships ahead of them yet during this harsh Cold Time, but for tonight, Thud was more than content to enjoy this moment of peace alone, and to ponder the prospective positive treats of life that he hoped awaited them in the near future.


And here is my entry to the Gang of Five’s March prompt. I would like to thank those who gave this a read, while this was a lingering project for awhile due to my current life situation, I’m very much delighted that I got the chance to do this. Any kind of feedback is welcome and encouraged, especially constructive criticism. :)

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Silver Screen / The Lost Boys
« on: March 31, 2019, 05:41:54 AM »
Since I haven't run into this topic yet, why not make my own? This movie is one of my favorite movies of all time, and my most favorite vampire movie. Despite it's release in 1987 it's still in my opinion, the best vampire movie of all time, much better than ugh... Twilight.  :sducky

What do you think about this film and how did you find it?
Fun-fact: I actually found about this movie through LBT fanfiction, The Bloodthirsty Flyer. (which is sadly now deleted)  :(petrie


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Travel / "Adventuring" / First time going to London
« on: March 25, 2019, 02:33:23 PM »
As you might have already noticed by the title, I'm planning to visit London first time in my life after my graduation at the end of May. Anyone know any good places worth checking? Or tips for my trip? Anything related to London is really welcome.  :)littlefoot

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The Welcome Center / Greetings
« on: March 24, 2019, 02:22:29 PM »
Hello to everyone!

My name is Anagnos. I am a 19 year old guy and I come from Finland. I've loved Land Before Time since I was a kid. Glad to be part of this community.  ;)


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