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LBT Fanfiction / The Eternal Bond
« on: February 08, 2009, 04:02:40 PM »
Chapter 1:
A Dream’s Consequence and a Hidden Truth
“NO!” Littlefoot yelled as he woke from his dream. While still a little groggy despite the rush of adrenaline in his blood, Littlefoot looked over to his grandparents, making sure they hadn’t been woken. They were still sleeping peacefully and Littlefoot breathed a sigh of relief while slowly standing up.
In the moonlight it was obvious that the Littlefoot standing in the clearing was very different from the one in his dream. Several years had gone by and Littlefoot had grown, not by much in his species standards, but enough to notice. The purple on his body had begun to fade and was being replaced by a grayish tan. That is, except for his back. His back had become a blazing crimson, a color rarely seen in long necks and considered extremely attractive by others. As Littlefoot quietly left the clearing a scar on his right foreleg became visible. The scar had an unusual shape, a semi-circle, a little more than half-way full, with its open end pointing straight back towards his tail. Littlefoot had received the scar while playing tag with his friends a few years ago. It still hurt from time to time but most of the time Littlefoot didn’t even remember it was there.
I need to talk to somebody about this Littlefoot thought as he weaved through the trees, dodging some of the lower branches that could now hit him if he wasn’t careful. He stopped at a tiny clearing and began munching on a few treestars as he considered who would be the most helpful. The adults were out of the question, they would just laugh and tell Littlefoot that it was young love and not to be bothered by it. But Littlefoot was bothered by it, Ali hadn’t entered his mind in such a long time and suddenly, for no apparent reason, he had this dream about her. The rodent perspective actually made sense to Littlefoot, he often felt as worthless as those tiny creatures when he thought about how cowardly he had acted with Ali. The reason the dream had come at all was the real mystery.
Littlefoot then turned his thoughts to his friends. Spike was useless, the spike-tail could talk, but getting him to was way too much effort for Littlefoot. Petrie and Ducky wouldn’t be much help either. As much as Littlefoot cared for them, they hadn’t matured much over the past few years. This left Cera. As much as Littlefoot hated to admit it, she was his only option. Cera seemed tough and unloving on the outside, but Littlefoot knew there was sweet girl somewhere under that thick skull. Plus Littlefoot always felt a special bond with Cera, she would understand him. So Littlefoot left his midnight snack and moved off towards the nest Cera shared with her father, stepmother and sisters.
Cera sat on her throne, watching as her loyal subjects attended to her every command. She was ruler of the valley, all bowed down before her. An evil smile spread across her face as she basked in her power. That was until she felt the swift kick to her side that jolted her from her dream.
“What the-” she was about to yell when she felt someone’s tail forced into her mouth. She knew instantly who it was, the only person she knew who would dare shut her up using their tail. It was Littlefoot.
Cera glared angrily up at the longneck, and turned towards her father to make sure he was still asleep. Littlefoot motioned for her to follow and she angrily complied. That dumbass flathead, this better be good she thought as she walked. The three-horn looked up at the long neck and found her anger quickly disappearing. Littlefoot’s crimson patch gleamed in the moon light and Cera couldn’t help but feel something. What are you doing Cera? She thought to herself, He’s a long neck! There were three horns that had a slight reddish hue but nothing near what Littlefoot had so it really wasn’t considered an attractive quality among the species. Still Cera felt an almost constant attraction to it and couldn’t help but stare at the blob of color even as it started to grow larger.
“Hey! Cera, watch where you’re walking!” Littlefoot cried out.
“Sorry…” Cera muttered back.
“You know your horns hurt!”
Cera looked straight up at the two small horns growing on her eyebrows and realized how much she had grown over the past few years. She was keeping up with Littlefoot in size, but that would end soon enough, and her two eyebrow horns were finally starting to grow in. They were a little longer than her nose horn, which would start to grow soon enough, and Cera couldn’t be prouder of them. Unfortunately there was another change she wasn’t so happy about. She had always loved her orange skin, but most of it was quickly turning grey. Not all the orange was gone though; many said she looked like a grey three horn with orange splattered all over her. It wasn’t the best look in the world but more of the orange would disappear and leave just a few streaks behind.
Cera looked back at Littlefoot as he sat down and got comfortable. “So what’s so important that it couldn’t wait till the morning?” Cera asked, her annoyance barely concealed. “I had a dream…” Littlefoot responded with a somber tone. “A dream?! You woke me up because you had a dream?!” Cera felt her anger surge back, He woke me up in the middle of the night because of a dream? “It was a dream about Ali” Littlefoot responded defensively. “Oh” Cera said softly.
She knew Ali was a sensitive subject for Littlefoot. There were no other long necks their age in the Great Valley so Ali was the only girl long neck Littlefoot’s age that he had ever gotten to know. Even though Ali was important to Littlefoot Cera didn’t like her. She wasn’t sure why, Ali had more than proven herself to Cera, but she just did not like her.
Cera looked up into Littlefoot’s eyes as he stared back into hers. She could see the starlight twinkling around his dark brown eyes just before she bashfully looked away only to have her eyes settle on Littlefoot’s crimson patch. Cera then turned away from that too and glanced at the semi-circle scar on Littlefoot’s leg and felt the wave of guilt rush over her. It was her fault that scar was there.
“Do you love her?” Cera asked simply as she looked down at her paws. Littlefoot couldn’t look at Cera either, he turned away and replied “I don’t know, I do know that I’ll probably never see her again and I’ve accepted that. Ever since I’ve accepted that I haven’t dreamt of her, till now”.
Cera knew what was coming, their entire lives had been one great journey to this night. They had been through so much together, she had even been there the day Littlefoot’s mother died right before his eyes. There had always been a special bond between the two, a bond stronger than with anyone else. Cera looked back up to Littlefoot as he looked back to her and the two began to slowly lean in closer to each other. She then said the sentence she knew would seal their fates “Maybe the dream was trying to tell you that you have fallen in love with someone else”. They came closer and closer, “I think I have” Littlefoot said in a quiet voice. “Who?” Cera asked even though she already knew the answer.
“You”
They closed their eyes and pushed their heads together, nuzzling. What are you doing? Cera asked herself, Your nuzzling a long neck, are you crazy? Her thoughts were quickly suppressed as the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced came over her. She loved it, and she loved him. For once in her life she swallowed her pride and her prejudice and just allowed her uncensored feelings to control her actions. After a few seconds they broke apart and stared into each other eyes knowing that nothing would ever be the same. They were both tired so they said goodnight and began to walk back to their respective nests. Just before they left the clearing Cera stopped, looked back at Littlefoot and said “I love you Littlefoot”.
“I love you too Cera”.
Authors note: This is a little thing I like to do at the end of a chapter, its a quote that kinda fits what I'm saying
"I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you"
-Roy Croft
A Dream’s Consequence and a Hidden Truth
“NO!” Littlefoot yelled as he woke from his dream. While still a little groggy despite the rush of adrenaline in his blood, Littlefoot looked over to his grandparents, making sure they hadn’t been woken. They were still sleeping peacefully and Littlefoot breathed a sigh of relief while slowly standing up.
In the moonlight it was obvious that the Littlefoot standing in the clearing was very different from the one in his dream. Several years had gone by and Littlefoot had grown, not by much in his species standards, but enough to notice. The purple on his body had begun to fade and was being replaced by a grayish tan. That is, except for his back. His back had become a blazing crimson, a color rarely seen in long necks and considered extremely attractive by others. As Littlefoot quietly left the clearing a scar on his right foreleg became visible. The scar had an unusual shape, a semi-circle, a little more than half-way full, with its open end pointing straight back towards his tail. Littlefoot had received the scar while playing tag with his friends a few years ago. It still hurt from time to time but most of the time Littlefoot didn’t even remember it was there.
I need to talk to somebody about this Littlefoot thought as he weaved through the trees, dodging some of the lower branches that could now hit him if he wasn’t careful. He stopped at a tiny clearing and began munching on a few treestars as he considered who would be the most helpful. The adults were out of the question, they would just laugh and tell Littlefoot that it was young love and not to be bothered by it. But Littlefoot was bothered by it, Ali hadn’t entered his mind in such a long time and suddenly, for no apparent reason, he had this dream about her. The rodent perspective actually made sense to Littlefoot, he often felt as worthless as those tiny creatures when he thought about how cowardly he had acted with Ali. The reason the dream had come at all was the real mystery.
Littlefoot then turned his thoughts to his friends. Spike was useless, the spike-tail could talk, but getting him to was way too much effort for Littlefoot. Petrie and Ducky wouldn’t be much help either. As much as Littlefoot cared for them, they hadn’t matured much over the past few years. This left Cera. As much as Littlefoot hated to admit it, she was his only option. Cera seemed tough and unloving on the outside, but Littlefoot knew there was sweet girl somewhere under that thick skull. Plus Littlefoot always felt a special bond with Cera, she would understand him. So Littlefoot left his midnight snack and moved off towards the nest Cera shared with her father, stepmother and sisters.
Cera sat on her throne, watching as her loyal subjects attended to her every command. She was ruler of the valley, all bowed down before her. An evil smile spread across her face as she basked in her power. That was until she felt the swift kick to her side that jolted her from her dream.
“What the-” she was about to yell when she felt someone’s tail forced into her mouth. She knew instantly who it was, the only person she knew who would dare shut her up using their tail. It was Littlefoot.
Cera glared angrily up at the longneck, and turned towards her father to make sure he was still asleep. Littlefoot motioned for her to follow and she angrily complied. That dumbass flathead, this better be good she thought as she walked. The three-horn looked up at the long neck and found her anger quickly disappearing. Littlefoot’s crimson patch gleamed in the moon light and Cera couldn’t help but feel something. What are you doing Cera? She thought to herself, He’s a long neck! There were three horns that had a slight reddish hue but nothing near what Littlefoot had so it really wasn’t considered an attractive quality among the species. Still Cera felt an almost constant attraction to it and couldn’t help but stare at the blob of color even as it started to grow larger.
“Hey! Cera, watch where you’re walking!” Littlefoot cried out.
“Sorry…” Cera muttered back.
“You know your horns hurt!”
Cera looked straight up at the two small horns growing on her eyebrows and realized how much she had grown over the past few years. She was keeping up with Littlefoot in size, but that would end soon enough, and her two eyebrow horns were finally starting to grow in. They were a little longer than her nose horn, which would start to grow soon enough, and Cera couldn’t be prouder of them. Unfortunately there was another change she wasn’t so happy about. She had always loved her orange skin, but most of it was quickly turning grey. Not all the orange was gone though; many said she looked like a grey three horn with orange splattered all over her. It wasn’t the best look in the world but more of the orange would disappear and leave just a few streaks behind.
Cera looked back at Littlefoot as he sat down and got comfortable. “So what’s so important that it couldn’t wait till the morning?” Cera asked, her annoyance barely concealed. “I had a dream…” Littlefoot responded with a somber tone. “A dream?! You woke me up because you had a dream?!” Cera felt her anger surge back, He woke me up in the middle of the night because of a dream? “It was a dream about Ali” Littlefoot responded defensively. “Oh” Cera said softly.
She knew Ali was a sensitive subject for Littlefoot. There were no other long necks their age in the Great Valley so Ali was the only girl long neck Littlefoot’s age that he had ever gotten to know. Even though Ali was important to Littlefoot Cera didn’t like her. She wasn’t sure why, Ali had more than proven herself to Cera, but she just did not like her.
Cera looked up into Littlefoot’s eyes as he stared back into hers. She could see the starlight twinkling around his dark brown eyes just before she bashfully looked away only to have her eyes settle on Littlefoot’s crimson patch. Cera then turned away from that too and glanced at the semi-circle scar on Littlefoot’s leg and felt the wave of guilt rush over her. It was her fault that scar was there.
“Do you love her?” Cera asked simply as she looked down at her paws. Littlefoot couldn’t look at Cera either, he turned away and replied “I don’t know, I do know that I’ll probably never see her again and I’ve accepted that. Ever since I’ve accepted that I haven’t dreamt of her, till now”.
Cera knew what was coming, their entire lives had been one great journey to this night. They had been through so much together, she had even been there the day Littlefoot’s mother died right before his eyes. There had always been a special bond between the two, a bond stronger than with anyone else. Cera looked back up to Littlefoot as he looked back to her and the two began to slowly lean in closer to each other. She then said the sentence she knew would seal their fates “Maybe the dream was trying to tell you that you have fallen in love with someone else”. They came closer and closer, “I think I have” Littlefoot said in a quiet voice. “Who?” Cera asked even though she already knew the answer.
“You”
They closed their eyes and pushed their heads together, nuzzling. What are you doing? Cera asked herself, Your nuzzling a long neck, are you crazy? Her thoughts were quickly suppressed as the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced came over her. She loved it, and she loved him. For once in her life she swallowed her pride and her prejudice and just allowed her uncensored feelings to control her actions. After a few seconds they broke apart and stared into each other eyes knowing that nothing would ever be the same. They were both tired so they said goodnight and began to walk back to their respective nests. Just before they left the clearing Cera stopped, looked back at Littlefoot and said “I love you Littlefoot”.
“I love you too Cera”.
Authors note: This is a little thing I like to do at the end of a chapter, its a quote that kinda fits what I'm saying
"I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you"
-Roy Croft
) and because although they seemed right at the time I wrote it, their too un-LBTish and really want to get rid of them. I won't be editing it on fanfic cause their story editor is too big a pain for a few words. Hope u like it and all comments welcome! (except flaming of course, y would u want to hurt me like that? 
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) and found that if you walk off the map while under water than it keeps you under water, even if u start jumping back to the main map, letting u kinda fly around. Also my character keeps walking on top of the water for some reason.
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