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LBT Fanfiction / Betrayed
« on: October 20, 2012, 11:08:06 PM »
Littlefoot was nervous. He was in a dark, gloomy wasteland. He was familiar with, painfully familiar with.
He saw her lying on the ground, motionless, and he relived that horrid memory that he buried deep in his mind. The memory of his mother saving him from Sharptooth, but getting killed in the process returned like a lightning bolt.
This had to be a dream, he was a child, and in real life had grown up years ago. But he was the size he was when it happened. As he approached, filled with fear, something came over him, an ominous shadow, a sharptooth's shadow.
He whirled around, and his mother's killer stood there, but he was still, his one good eye looking down on the helpless longneck before him. Littlefoot was paralyzed, and he waited for the end to come.
But instead of attacking, Sharptooth grinned wickedly, and he changed. He shrunk to smaller then Littlefoot. He had blue scales, red irises, and black pupils. Littlefoot was speechless.
"Chomper?" He asked. Chomper smirked, and lunged. Littlefoot was on the ground and his once-best friend stood over him, grinning mailiciously. "Chomper...NO!" Littlefoot yelled as Chomper attacked, just as he bit down, Littlefoot woke up.
He was sweating, fear coursing through him. Chomper just tried to kill him, but why, he was his friend, but it was a dream, just a dream. Or was it? He had a sense of foreboding and fear, was this a vision?
He looked to his side, his mate Ali lay there with their daughter, Saura. They were sleeping peacefully. Littlefoot couldn't think of what to make of the dream, he would get their group together and tell them, even though they were all adults, they still came together often. As he cautiously went back to sleep, he felt that something would happen, and soon.
He saw her lying on the ground, motionless, and he relived that horrid memory that he buried deep in his mind. The memory of his mother saving him from Sharptooth, but getting killed in the process returned like a lightning bolt.
This had to be a dream, he was a child, and in real life had grown up years ago. But he was the size he was when it happened. As he approached, filled with fear, something came over him, an ominous shadow, a sharptooth's shadow.
He whirled around, and his mother's killer stood there, but he was still, his one good eye looking down on the helpless longneck before him. Littlefoot was paralyzed, and he waited for the end to come.
But instead of attacking, Sharptooth grinned wickedly, and he changed. He shrunk to smaller then Littlefoot. He had blue scales, red irises, and black pupils. Littlefoot was speechless.
"Chomper?" He asked. Chomper smirked, and lunged. Littlefoot was on the ground and his once-best friend stood over him, grinning mailiciously. "Chomper...NO!" Littlefoot yelled as Chomper attacked, just as he bit down, Littlefoot woke up.
He was sweating, fear coursing through him. Chomper just tried to kill him, but why, he was his friend, but it was a dream, just a dream. Or was it? He had a sense of foreboding and fear, was this a vision?
He looked to his side, his mate Ali lay there with their daughter, Saura. They were sleeping peacefully. Littlefoot couldn't think of what to make of the dream, he would get their group together and tell them, even though they were all adults, they still came together often. As he cautiously went back to sleep, he felt that something would happen, and soon.