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When they hit the Valley floor, they continued running. As they moved, Fyn could see others watching them, wondering what was going on. He turned his head to acknowledge them.

It was his first mistake.

“Fyn!” Labon yelled again, “don’t you dare gaze anywhere other than me! No one but me is your focus today. Stop disappointing me!”

Fyn snapped his head back, only staring at Labon. They pressed on, running towards a rocky section of the forest. They ran through the trees, and Fyn caught several branches in the face. Despite this, he and Littlefoot pressed on. Labon led them up to a small, rocky hill just above the treeline, and indicated for Littlefoot and Fyn to line up side-by-side in front of him. They did so.

“I’m now going to test your endurance, and how well you can think under stress,” Labon said. “When I say ëRockslide,’ you will drop to the ground, then pick yourself up as quickly as possible. When I say ëSharptooth’ you will throw your tail from side to side as if fending off a Sharptooth. Am I clear?”

The friends nodded.

“We’ll see. Rockslide!”

Labon’s call caught Fyn and Littlefoot off guard, but only for a moment. They dropped to the ground and pushed themselves back onto their feet, ready to wait for the next statement.

“Rockslide,” Labon repeated, calmly. Fyn and Littlefoot hit the ground again and recovered.

“This time,” Fyn though to himself, breathing heavily, “He’ll call ëSharptooth.’ He has to!”

“Rockslide,” Labon repeated again, and the two dinosaurs went back down and up. Now Fyn was getting really anxious. When would his father start mixing things up? The “Rockslides” just kept coming. Fyn’s legs were shaking. He’d never done anything like this. Littlefoot had stronger front legs, and was having a considerably better time. After the fourteenth “Rockslide,” Fyn’s knees began to buckle. Littlefoot rushed to his side and supported him. On the next “Rockslide,” Littlefoot helped him up. Then things switched up again.

“Sharptooth!” Labon said. Fyn began to go down. He’d been expecting another “Rockslide.” Labon was immediately on to him.

“Why aren’t you listening? I said Sharptooth!”

Fyn corrected himself and stood up, swishing his long tail through the air with a resounding “crack.” It was that sound, a sound only Fin-Necks and their cousins could produce, that inspired Fyn to keep going.

“Sharptooth.”

“Crack!” Fyn’s tail sliced through the air once more. Now he was feeling motivated again.

“Rockslide!”

Fyn and Littlefoot hit the ground again, breathing hard, but inspired to succeed. The process repeated for a while. Then Labon finally called a halt.

“You two have earned something, amazingly,” he said, “water.”

Fyn and Littlefoot both looked in sorry shape. They were breathing heavily, and could barely move. They simply nodded in understanding.

“Alright, then. Follow me.”

Labon took off running, and Fyn and Littlefoot, with no thoughts other than those of the cool water which awaited them, followed. They chased Labon through the trees until they finally stopped by a trickling, clear stream.

“Drink,” Labon ordered, “but only as much as you have to.”

Fyn bent his head to the water and drank. Water had never tasted so good in his life. He could hear Littlefoot thirstily gulping down water beside him as well. Just as he started feeling satisfied, Labon spoke again.

“Let’s go, we’re moving again, drinking’s over!” He took off running again. Fyn and Littlefoot could scarcely keep up. They ran farther into the woods, where they stopped at a small clearing. Fyn gazed into the forest ahead with interest. All of the trees seemed to have been weakened at the base, and not by natural causes. Someone had set this up.

Labon walked ahead and paused directly in front of the trees.

“As a herd leader or deputy, the possibility of attack by either Sharpteeth, or, in some cases, other Leaf Eaters is a very real possibility. You must be prepared to deal with such attacks should they occur. As a Longneck, your best defense is your size and strength, but that does not mean you should be the aggressor at every point during a fight. More often than not, you will need to be defensive. Learn to dodge attacks, be mindful of your surroundings, and prepare for a counterattack. Rockslide.”

Fyn and Littlefoot almost didn’t catch the phrase Labon had thrown into his speech, but when they did, they hit the ground and shot right back up.

“Good,” Labon said, “you’re still awake. You’ll need to be in here.”

He gestured to one of the weakened trees. “These are your attackers. They are the first challenges you will encounter in this forest, but they will not be your last. You will not let them touch you. Instead, you will dodge them. Obviously, I can’t do this alone, so I have an assistant. Mr. Threehorn, will you step forward?”

 Without warning, Cera’s father stepped out of the trees next to Labon. “Who do I get to break today?” he asked with a malicious grin. Labon continued with his speech.

“Your goal is to make it out of the trees and into the clearing on the other side of the forest. Mr. Threehorn will accompany Littlefoot through, and I will accompany Fyn. When I say move, get into the trees!”

Fyn and Littlefoot stayed stationary as the two adults walked into the forest. When they were inside, Labon took one last check around and yelled “move!”

Fyn ran into the trees, slipping past them with ease. This was going to be easy. Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound next to him. Fyn looked up just in time to see a massive dead tree falling towards him. He sidestepped quickly, avoiding it, but as soon as he did, another tree was bearing down on him! His father was pushing over the weakened trees. Fyn pulled himself together. His goal was to get to the other side of the forest, and that was exactly what he was going to do.

Fyn resumed his pace, running straight ahead and dodging trees left and right. One very nearly caught him in the face, but he pulled his head back just in time to avoid contact. The path through the trees seemed to go on forever. Left, right, duck, jump, turn- all of the directions were becoming confusing, but Fyn just kept going. If he stopped, he would fail, and that was most definitely not going to happen. Finally, just as it seemed the falling trees would never end, they did, and Fyn found himself standing next to a young, flexible tree. His father was on the other side of the tree, with one foot on its trunk.

“Congratulations, you’ve made it this far. Now, it’s time to learn the next step: repelling and following up on an attack. Before we start, however, Sharptooth.”

At the phrase, Fyn swished his tail from side to side, cracking it through the air.

“Good,” Labon said, and this time he sounded different. Pleased, perhaps? Fyn didn’t dare presume, but it made him feel a bit better.

“This tree I am standing behind is your attacker. Keep it away from your face, belly, and back. Those are all vulnerable areas. I don’t care how you do it, but if this tree hits you in any of the areas I just mentioned, I guarantee you will regret it.”

Fyn nodded and gave the approved affirmative.

“Yes, leader!”

“Outstanding,” Labon said, then pushed the tree violently towards Fyn, bending it towards his midsection. Fyn sidestepped, striking the tree with his tail. Labon countered by releasing pressure and swinging the tree up towards Fyn’s face. Fyn recoiled, throwing his head back to avoid the branch. Unfortunately, he also exposed his neck. Labon saw his chance and swept the tree across Fyn’s throat. It wasn’t hard enough to cause damage, but it was enough to surprise Fyn and knock him off balance.

“Do not expose your throat!” Labon said, “that is the last mistake you will ever make! If a Sharptooth’s jaws so much as graze you there, you’re lost to us. Sharptooth!”

Fyn swished his tail again, and prepared for the next attack. This one came for his face, but Fyn was ready. He lowered his head and presented the “attacker” with only his spines; perhaps his most intimidating feature. Labon tried again, aiming for Fyn’s back. Fyn was ready again, and promptly sliced his tail across the tree, diverting it. Finally, Labon came in for a low strike, and Fyn saw his chance. He pushed himself up onto his back legs and brought his front ones down onto the tree, pinning it.

“Good!” Labon said, “push harder, finish this!”

Fyn pushed the tree even harder into the ground with all of his strength. Suddenly, there was a loud “crack!” and the tree snapped in half. Fyn was suddenly reminded of his childhood journey to the Great Valley. His mother had saved the herd by snapping an attacking Sharptooth’s neck- the same one that had killed his grandfather. He had been amazed at his mother’s strength, but also somewhat frightened. He’d never seen his mother end another creature’s life. Now, he’d practiced the same. He was truly growing up.

“Good job, Fyn,” Labon said, and for the first time that day, there wasn’t a trace of harshness in his voice. “You ended the attack quickly and decisively. Just remember that a Fin-Neck never takes another life unless it is absolutely necessary. If loss of life can be avoided, then it must be.” He turned and glanced farther into the trees. Ahead, Fyn could see a faint glimmer of light. He was almost done.

“Finish this strong,” Labon said, “go!”
Fyn took off running faster than he’d ever gone before. He raced through the trees until he came to a small, steep depression. Without a second thought, he ran down into it and forced himself up the other side. It was grueling, but he kept going. Now he was plunging headfirst through vines, unable to see. He pressed on regardless, until he met his final challenge. The vines ended abruptly, and suddenly Fyn found himself tripping into a massive, deep, muddy pool. He kept going, slogging through the viscous, putrid slime, forcing his burning muscles to perform, and slowly, he began to crawl out again. Finally, he’d made it. Fyn raced to the treeline, and just as he made it through, collapsed on the ground with a shout of triumph. Momentarily, he heard Littlefoot do the same nearby. He glanced over at his friend. Littlefoot was dirty and exhausted, but smiling. Seeing him, Fyn broke into a smile, too. They had accomplished much, and as Fyn looked up at the sky, he noticed the Bright Circle; most specifically its position. It had already reached its highest point, and was now on its journey back to the horizon. Starfall was almost over.

That awkward moment when Sierra realizes that this is most definitely not his monthly jelly of the month club membership meeting...

Title: Impossible Reach
Rating: 7.5/10

(Note: I would prefer if you did not count my rating unless it is beneficial. I really wanted to rate this story, but if my rating is lower than others, I feel it shouldn't count because I currently have entries here.)

Because: This was a very good read. The beginning lost a few points from me because it started off rather abruptly. I didn't really sense any sort of "lead in." However, after that, the story really picked up. I enjoyed your characterizations and the use of a new Sharptooth: the Spitter. I enjoy reading about and writing in new dinosaurs, since the prehistoric world was by no means limited to the creatures we see on the LBT movies. The character Harper was really well fleshed-out, too, instead of being put into the story for the sake of having an OC, as I've seen happen with fanfics all too many times before. Good prose, as well. There were a few parts where the characters' speech didn't seem "in character" (if that makes any sense) but they were few and far between. In short, this is one of the best fics I've read on this site.

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It was now the last round of hide and seek, and once again, Fyn had found himself “it.” Littlefoot was currently hiding amidst a tangle of weeds, and was crouching low to avoid detection. So far, his plan had worked. Before long, Petrie had joined him as well. It seemed this was the perfect cover. Now they were huddled together, scarcely daring to blink as Fyn walked past, searching for them. Littlefoot was pleased with how stealthy he and his Flyer friend were being. So far, they’d drawn absolutely no attention to themselves. However, it seemed Fyn was hanging around the weeds often, and his presence was already unnerving Littlefoot.

“Come on,” he whispered ever so slightly through clenched teeth, “go somewhere else!”

As if he’d heard, Fyn finally turned and began to walk away. Littlefoot breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Petrie coughed.

Immediately, Fyn’s head snapped back around and he began to move back towards the weeds. Littlefoot glared at Petrie who simply grinned back nervously.

“Alright,” Fyn said, “I know someone’s in here.”

Nobody moved, but Petrie could feel another cough coming on. Littlefoot stifled it with a glance.

“Where are you guys?” Fyn mused, scanning the area. Unfortunately for the intrepid hiders, Petrie could not contain himself any longer. This time, he let out a tremendous sneeze, which was powerful enough to blast him straight out of his hiding place. Once Fyn saw him, he immediately knew Littlefoot’s location as well.

“Ah ha!” he said, “I’ve got you.”

Littlefoot stood, shaking the plants from his back and legs.

“Yes, you did. No thanks to Petrie here.”

He glared at Petrie in mock disappointment. Petrie laughed.

“I guess me just better at the ëseek’ part, even if me not seeking.”

His comment prompted laughter from Fyn, which brought everyone else out of hiding; the game was officially over.

“So what now?” Cera asked, glancing at the Bright Circle, which was at its highest point.

“Well,” Fyn said, recalling what his parents had told him the previous day, “my Star Day celebration won’t be until much later, so we’ve still got a bit of time left. What do you guys want to do?”
    No decisions were forthcoming; no one could concentrate. The day was growing warmer, and the heat was affecting everyone. It was that certain moment where no one really wants to do anything- where one becomes lazy and bored. No one spoke for a while, until Ducky voiced her opinion.
    “Why don’t we go to the Tree Sweet pond?” Ducky asked.
    Cera shrugged. “I’m fine with it. Anyone say otherwise?” No one challenged her.

“Then let’s go!” Ducky said, eagerly. “What are we waiting for?”

Slowly, the gang forced themselves to move, following Ducky, who was positively skipping with excitement. The Tree Sweet pond was her favorite place in the Great Valley, and, in all honesty, possibly everyone else’s as well. As they walked on, their excitement began to increase again. The unseasonably hot weather had almost robbed them of the realization that today was supposed to be fun- a day of celebration, and now they were going to what was quite possibly the most fun place in the Valley. Ducky continued to lead, bringing the gang down through a few very tightly-grouped trees  near the Smoking Mountain and over a few treacherously unstable rock paths. The way the Great Valley was arranged, with mountains and rocky walls enclosing everything within, it seemed a wonder that small, hidden places like the Tree Sweet pond could exist practically undiscovered, but one had merely to look at the path leading to it to discover why. When the gang had first discovered the place, they’d had a very difficult time getting to it. The path had been hidden and dangerous. Time had not been good to it, and now, despite the fact that all of the gang was older and much more coordinated, the path was even more risky. The prize at the end was worth the risk, however. As Ducky practically leaped through the last stand of trees between them and the pond, the area was revealed in all of its beautiful splendor.

Littlefoot was slack-jawed as always. It was hard not to be, despite having been here several times before. The Tree Sweet pond was a small alcove carved out of windswept rock in a corner of the Great Valley. Water flowed into the pond from a small waterfall, which poured directly out of the rock face and flowed down into the Valley as a small stream. Everywhere, one could see Tree Sweets of all sorts, hence the pond’s name. Coming here was a truly uplifting experience, and for a while, the gang just stared in silence. Then Ruby broke the spell.

“Well, come on! Let’s have some fun!”

Littlefoot, Spike, and Petrie immediately headed over to the Tree Sweets. Cera, Chomper, and Ducky headed for the pond to cool down. Ruby seemed interested in getting a closer look at a few of the Tree Sweets, eating a few but mostly observing with a keen interest. Fyn decided to sun himself on a large, flat rock near the pond. Once everyone had settled in, Ruby decided to speak, looking up from her specimens.

“Well, since we never really finished our talk about Star Days earlier, why don’t we finish it now?”

“What do you mean?” Littlefoot asked.

“Well, what do all of you do for your twelfth Star Day?”

Cera, after thinking hard, was the first to answer. “Well, like I said, Threehorns do something fun and challenging, like climb Threehorn Peak.”

“Oh yes, and Swimmers get to eat a special meal,” Ducky added. “I don’t know what Spike does, but I think it also has to do with eating.”

Spike mumbled and nodded, smiling, causing everyone to laugh.

“What about you, Chomper?” Fyn asked.

“Well, most Sharpteeth have their first hunt. They have to do it alone. It’s hard, but it shows they’re growing up.”

“You’re not planning on doing one of those here, are you?” Cera said, wincing.

“Of course not!” Chomper said in mock exasperation. “I would never do that!”

“Me try to fly as high as me can on twelfth Star Day,” Petrie stated, stretching his wings.

“My twelfth Star Day is coming up pretty soon,” Littlefoot said. “My dad’s supposed to come visit. Apparently he has plans for me.” Littlefoot turned to Fyn. “So what do other Fin-Necks do for this Star Day?”

Fyn shrugged, then spoke hesitantly. “I’m not really sure, but I did once hear about something called ëStarfall’.”

“Starfall?” Petrie said. “That sound kind of spooky!”

“I can’t imagine it would be,” Fyn said, “it’s part of the Star Day celebration, and that’s supposed to be fun!”

“Hm, I guess you right,” Petrie said, still not sounding entirely convinced.

“Still,” Cera said, speculating from her corner of the pond, “it is kind of interesting how Starfall follows Star Day. I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about, though.”

“Yeah, of course not,” Fyn agreed. Now, however, he was beginning to feel a bit apprehensive. What if Cera and Petrie were right? What if Starfall really wasn’t something nice?

“Well, whatever Starfall may be,” Littlefoot said, “be it fun or not, we’ll be here to stand by you.”

“Thanks, guys,” Fyn said, “you’re the best, but I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.” He settled back down onto his rock. Fyn hadn’t even realized he’d been standing up throughout the whole conversation. He only stood unconsciously when he was nervous about something. Why was his next Star Day making him nervous? He shook the thought from his mind and tried to relax, but relaxation was difficult now.

For a while, the gang simply relaxed, only talking occasionally and enjoying the wonders of the Tree Sweet pond, until finally, they began to notice the Bright Circle falling.

“It’s getting late,” Chomper observed, “I guess we might want to start heading back.”

“I agree,” Fyn said, but before anyone could move, a voice sounded from out of the trees.

“Leave now? But the celebration’s just started!”

“What-?” Fyn looked towards the voice just as his parents stepped out of the trees.

“Happy Star Day, Fyn!” His mother stated.

“Twelve of them already,” his father said, smiling, “you’ve grown so much.”

“Thank you so much!” Fyn said, beaming. As he looked more closely at his parents, however, something unnerved him: his father’s smile. It seemed forced, and fake, and once again, Fyn’s mind went back to his previous thoughts of the mysterious “Starfall.”

“Everyone eat!” Keva said with a grin, pulling a massive pile of the best green food and Tree Sweets the Valley had to offer off of her back and dumping them in front of everyone. Fyn temporarily forgot about his worries. The food looked excellent. Fyn looked to his friends.

“Well? Let’s dig in!”

The adult Fin-Necks watched on with contented smiles as the young dinosaurs stuffed themselves on the delicious food. It wasn’t long before everything was gone. When the last Treestar was downed by Spike, Labon stepped forward to address Fyn.

“Fyn,” he said slowly, as if trying to find the right words to say, “doubtless by now, you understand just how important the twelfth Star Day is.”

Fyn nodded.

“Do you know the Fin-Neck custom for this ceremony?”

Fyn shook his head. “I do not.”

Labon tried smiling, but his smile quickly faded away. Now he was completely stone-faced. “Most Fin-Necks have the privilege of enjoying a day full of fun and exciting events-”

“Really?” Fyn interrupted, beaming.

“-But not all do,” Labon finished, talking over Fyn. “For some, a select few, there is a tradition known as Starfall.”

“Oh no,” Fyn thought, “here it comes.”

“Starfall is a rite of passage only undertaken by those about to accept the position of herd deputy.”

“But I thought I already was next in line,” Fyn said.

“By circumstance, yes. Officially, no. Fyn, you did an outstanding job leading the rest of the herd here seasons ago, and if I could make you deputy based solely on that reason, I would. Unfortunately, tradition stands that you must undergo Starfall before you become my deputy.”

“Alright then,” Fyn said, “but what exactly is Starfall? You make it sound like a bad thing.”

Labon sighed. “It’s certainly not a bad thing, but it will probably be one of the most challenging things you’ve done in your life up to this point.”

“What’s so challenging about it?”

“I can’t say. Just know that you will be mentally and physically tested. Starfall is essentially a day dedicated to the herd leader and the upcoming deputy. Its purpose is to determine if the deputy is ready for leadership.” Labon turned to Littlefoot, who was standing slightly behind Fyn.

“Your father asked me to address you on his behalf when we last met. His herd has a similar tradition, and he asked me if you could go through Starfall as well, since your twelfth Star Day will be soon. I told him I would ask for your consent first, and that if you agree, you can undergo Starfall with Fyn.”

Littlefoot and Fyn looked at each other. Together, something like this could be a lot easier. Littlefoot nodded to his friend, and the two turned to face Labon. The Fin-Neck spoke.

“Very well, we’ll start this, then. Fyn and Littlefoot, do you willfully agree to commence Starfall on the day following Fyn’s twelfth Star Day?”

“I agree,” they said together. The rest of the gang looked on in awe from behind. Everything had happened so suddenly, they could scarcely believe it.

“Then repeat after me,” Labon said. “I, state your name.”

“I, Fyn.”

“I, Littlefoot.”

“Do now agree to the rite of Starfall.”

“Do now agree to the rite of Starfall.”

“Knowing well that, should I fail.”

“Knowing well that, should I fail.”

“I will never be considered as deputy.”

“I will never be considered as deputy.”

“May my actions and behavior be honorable.”

“May my actions and behavior be honorable.”

“And may the Bright Circle guide me down this difficult path.”

“And may the Bright Circle guide me down this difficult path.”

Labon stopped. “That’s all there is. I cannot see either of you until tomorrow, so before I leave, these are my instructions: both of you are to meet me at the lakeside tomorrow before the Bright Circle rises. Heed my words. You must be together. And a bit of advice from someone who’s done this before: whatever happens tomorrow, don’t let it affect you. I will be a much different Longneck tomorrow than the one you see here today. Know that, and be ready. I will not lie. Tomorrow will not be easy for either of you. Stay strong, stay together, and stay committed to finishing Starfall. Goodnight to both of you.”

Labon turned and began to walk away. As Keva left, she spoke as well. “Good luck to both of you. I’ll see you later, Fyn.” Then she was gone, leaving the gang in silence. Littlefoot turned to Fyn.

“What did I just get myself into?”

Fyn shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Just stay tough, you two,” Cera said, stepping forward, her voice devoid of the usual sarcasm.

“We’ll all be rooting for you,” Chomper said quietly, and Spike went as far as to lick Littlefoot’s front leg, bringing a smile to the Longneck’s face.

“I’d guess we’d better get going, then,” Fyn said, “Littlefoot, we’ll meet at your nest tomorrow and walk to the lake together. It’s time for sleep now.” The others nodded, and they departed together. When they left the trees, they began to head back to their separate nests.  
Not a single word was spoken for the rest of the walk.

Those kids may take our screen time, but they will never take...

OUR FREEDOM!!!

Not far away, Labon and Keva, Fyn’s parents, watched their son and his friends playing. Keva was smiling warmly, touched by the sight of the friends together. Labon, on the other hand, was observing the festivities with a grim, expressionless face. It wasn’t long before Keva noticed him.

“Labon,” she said, “is something on your mind?”

Labon didn’t answer, still closely watching his son.

“Labon,” Keva repeated, “what’s the matter?”

“Starfall,” Labon said evenly, without any trace of emotion. Keva’s eyes widened.

“My goodness,” she said, “I almost forgot about that. This is his twelfth Star Day, and he’s still in line as the next herd leader. That means his Starfall is coming.”

Labon nodded. “Soon. The day after his Star Day, in fact. Tomorrow.”

“Is he ready?” Keva asked, somewhat anxiously.

“Oh, I know he’s ready,” Labon said, “but it’s going to be hard... for both of us.”

Keva sighed, “I know Starfall is steeped in seasons of tradition, but this is the first time it’s been done father to son. Couldn’t it just be made a little-?”

“No, absolutely not,” Labon cut her off before she could finish her question. “Starfall never changes. I will abide by my duties, no matter who else is involved.” When he finished his statement, he looked up at Fyn, then back at the Great Wall- more specifically, at one of its highest mountain peaks. He regarded the peak cooly, narrowing his eyes to block out whatever sun he could to better see it. With Fyn’s consent, Starfall would happen, and when it did, he would truly find out if everything he’d said to Keva was true.

He turned back to the sight of his son and his friends, laughing and frollicking through the fertile, green fields.
“It’s best to let him just enjoy this special day first,” he decided, and he and Keva turned to walk back to the nest. Labon didn’t look back. He knew that any unnecessary attachment to his son at this point would only weaken his resolve and possibly jeapordize Starfall. For the rest of the day, he would have to challenge himself to remain neutral. His son’s future depended on it.

I got into LBT at somewhere around age six. I'd never heard of it until then, and probably never would have if my mom hadn't seen it in the rental store and picked it up for me while I was sick. Watching it was pretty darn intense for me when I was a little guy. The death of Littlefoot's mother hit me pretty hard. However, I loved the movie and started watching the sequels like crazy. Like StrutEggStealer said, my favorite game was pretending I was a dinosaur, and I was always either Littlefoot or Chomper. I'd romp around the back yard, exploring the "Great Valley." Fun times. Eventually, I lost interest, but when my little brother was born and of the age when he could understand movies, I dug through my family's old VHS collection and found the original Land Before Time. He enjoyed it, and I watched it with him. Seeing it again reminded me of just how much of a well thought out and inspiring story it was. To that end, I started doing additional research into LBT, eventually going as far as to make an OC (Fyn, an Amargasaurus). After that, I figured it was my turn to contribute to the LBT community, so I started writing fanfiction, which I do to this day. It never gets old.

Okay, actually, I've decided to break the chapters into more manageable parts. My other fanfics got pretty lengthy, and I enjoy posting frequently. I hate making people wait. This is my last interruption until the story's end. Read on and enjoy!

Cool, thanks!

I would actually love to do a voice, but as far as young characters are concerned, I'm out. My voice is a bit too deep to consider being Littlefoot or any of the gang. Perhaps an adult, though...