Well, I know you through deviantART, (I'm TheBattyCrow, btw) with your Pterano fanfics and art and screenshots... smexy flyah XD lol

Hi there^^
I really like this so far, especially the flashbacks. Pterano's dream sequence was very well described and not to mention quite dark and terrifying

A couple things. First, I notice you mention spears and javelins. I am just a little confused, since I'm sure terms like those didn't exist back then they might have used sharp ropcks or something (makes for more dramatic reading if someone is bashed in with a sharp pointy rock... bleh lol) while using spears or mentioning that terminology makes them sound... evolved, like civilized, and they aren't really supposed to be. they are giant lizards after all

Also, Pterno says 'yeah' a lot may be a pet peeve of mine, but high-spoken British characters like Pterano, eloquent and dramatic as he is, would not say something like 'yeah'... It kinda makes him sound like he's not really being serious when he says that.

Ugh, sorry! I hate leaving corrective feedback cuz I always sound like such a know-it-all, and bossy-pants! sorrysorrysorry if I offended you, and please don't think i don't like the story cuz I do!
*blushes and hides self away*

Oi^^ I love it so far!! oooh, Zaine is friggin awesome and badass.. I'm really anxious to read about his and Pterano's past.
One question: this sounds an awful lot like Avatar the last Airbender, when Zuko himself goes through a metamorphosis... would this be based upon that?
Keep writing! you've got a new fan

It takes me days to get over 1,500 words. You do it so fast!

Hehe, I just plow on ahead through my muddled thoughts and blaze a clear trail

=Part Six


The Great Circle was already high in the sky, and the day looked to progress as it normally did for the Gang. They were sitting around in the Tall Trees, trying to figure out what to do. For some reason, none of them felt like doing anything. Ruby suggested that they go and hunt for more sky-color stones, which earned her a challenging smile from Cera.

"You still think you can find more stones than me, Ruby? I told you, I'm the best sky-color stone-finder there is!"

The pink fast runner frowned and folded her arms. "No, Cera. Remember? Ducky found more than we did last time. In fact, I think she found all of them because we certainly didn't find any." She looked at Ducky, sitting atop Spike's head. The little swimmer nodded happily.

"I did-ed find more stones than you, yes, yes, yes, I did!" She giggled. Ruby did a poor job of concealing her smirk as she turned back to Cera with 'I told-you-so' plainly written on her beaked face. Cera scowled.

Littlefoot sighed as he watched his friends argue. Ruby and Cera had been going at it a lot lately. They were arguing more, bragging more and just generally getting under each other's hides. The longneck didn't know what to make of it. Ruby and Cera were his friends, and he knew they were good friends with each other, but he didn't know what had caused this tipping point. He only hoped they would get over it soon. Friends shouldn't make their friends feel bad.

"Guys, come on," he broke in, getting to his feet to stand in between the threehorn and fast runner. "Can you please not start up again with the fighting? I think we've all had enough of it; I know I have." He looked at Cera, frowning sternly. "What is it with you two? Ever since we first went to look for those sky-color stones, you two've been acting more like enemies than friends."

Cera looked away, pouting. "Well," the threehorn mumbled. "Maybe we wouldn't be arguing if someone didn't keep bringing that up,"

Littlefoot frowned again. "I was only bringing it up because you two brought it up!" He stopped himself. This was getting contagious. He shook his head. "Look, can we just spologize, shake claws and be friends again?" He looked at Ruby.

"Okay Ruby?"

Ruby sighed and stuck out her claw. "Agreed," she replied in a low voice. Cera grudgingly nodded.

"Fine," she huffed.

The truce wouldn't last too long, Littlefoot realized, but it would have to do. Before he could suggest, however, that they go and play Swimmer and Splasher in the fast water, there came a low rumble. All noise ceased from the Gang in the Tall Trees as they listened. It was deep and it came from all around and was steadily growing louder.

Littlefoot's head snapped up. One look from everyone else and he knew what it was. "Earthshake!!" He cried. "Run!" His friends didn't need to be told twice. They bolted out of the Trees and split up, each to run to their own family. The rumbling got louder and the ground started to buckle and jump. Littlefoot yelped as he lost his footing. His whole world was vibrating. Behind him, he heard trees splintering as they broke from their root support and crash to the ground, and all around, mighty boulders that even Grandpa Longneck couldn't move cracked and crumbled. Even the Great Walls appeared to sway from this onslaught. And off in the distance, the Smoking Mountains belched out angry black clouds of smoke.

Littlefoot stared, frozen at the sight of the massive cloud of ash. This was unlike anything he had seen before. Never had an earthshake been this violent.

Struggling to his feet despite the rumbling ground, he took off at a sprint to find his grandparents in their cove. He looked back in the direction of his friends and was relieved to see that they had made it away safely.

Grandma and Grandpa Longneck were unsteadily making their way to the cove as well when Littlefoot ran into them, literally, as the ground shot up from beneath him and launched him into the air. He slid into his Grandpa's ankle and skidded to a stop, ducking his head down. Grandma and Grandpa braced themselves as the earthshake reached its climax, roared and then...

... Stopped.
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s'funny, I had actually learned a bit about earthquakes and volcanoes this past semester in geology... deadly things, but pretty darn cool, too ;P

Just one thing I'm wondering. Your talking like you don't know how this is going to end yet. Usually it's good to know where you're going before you start.
 

Oi vey^^ I know, I'm such a failure on that front. My habit is to plow ahead until I a) either hit a roadblock, or b) I manage to muddle through and fudge up the details.
Lol, but for something like this, I have a pretty clear idea where it's going, I've just  been going over so many different scenarios of what I think should or should not happen.
I'm happy that it's captivated you, however^^

@Mr. Wonk: lol you bet^^

Glad to see another artist around.  I hope you post some of your art here.

I hope to very soon^^ thanks for the welcome

@Mr. Wonk: Heh, interesting. I'm giving the song a listen to, and it kinda fits^^
Lol that part was a lot of fun to write. Since I'm afraid of heights myself, I pictured myself in Taylen's place (riding Pterano *swoon*) screaming my head off, and probably choking him, too  

=Part Four  

   Just a quick shout out to all those who've read this/reviewed this: thanks and I really appreciate your time spent on reading this and thinking my fanfic was worth the time
~Strut

Taylen slept like a literal rock – he didn’t even snore. Pterano thought sympathetically, Poor lad, he’s obviously not used to all this traveling. I’ll probably end up carrying him most of the way. With a sigh, the flyer shook his head in order to stay awake. He was feeling quite tempted to just close his eyes for a few moments, but he couldn’t allow himself to do that. A few moments could easily become a few hours and they would end up losing valuable daylight as a means of further travel.

But Pterano really didn’t know what else to do as he waited for Taylen to wake up, which, judging by the slow, peaceful rising and falling of the little one’s ribs as he breathed, and that complacent smile on his snout, would not be anytime soon.

Best to let the lad sleep a little longer, the flyer eventually decided. He was starting to get rather jittery from staying in the same place for so long just to watch a little dinosaur snooze. Pterano stood up, anxious for something else to do, and flexed his talons and wings. He noted with some chagrin that his shoulders were particularly achy from last night. Humph, he objected. I don’t care what they think – I’m still in my prime! Certainly not that old!

The flyer spread his wings and let them catch the wind. The membrane rustled in the breeze, whipping out behind the flyer as he faced the breath of air. Shutting his eyes, Pterano drew in his feet and was simply carried up by the draft; his wings acting as an anchor to hold him steady. Once he felt he was of considerable height, the flyer leveled out in a soar. Only then did he open his eyes. He had anticipated the mount perfectly, he realized with a self-satisfied smirk as he looked downwards.

He angled the slope of his wings to forty-five degrees as he spun in barrel rolls through the air. The flying conditions in this area were perfect. Pterano let out a euphoric whoop as he swooped upwards, towards the gray sky, wings outstretched to their full length. His eyes rolled back as he inhaled deeply, nearly drunk with the sensation of flight. At the pinnacle of his ascent, Pterano swung himself upside down and rocketed towards the ground, banking at the last possible moment. He grinned smugly as his talons caught the ground, braking precisely so. He had performed that trick hundreds – if not thousands – of times and the right moments to soar and stop had become rather instinctive to him so he really didn’t need to keep his eyes open at all. Pterano may have been a liar, a schemer, and an irresponsible freeloader, but there was no denying the fact that he was quite a magnificent flyer, and he knew it himself.

A gasp of amazement caused his crested head to snap in the direction of Taylen, still a little droopy eyed, half-sitting and half-lying on the ground, elbows propping himself. He must have just woken up.

“That… that was amazing, sir,” the little one stood, not as wobbly as before and hopped up to the big flyer who suddenly felt quite bashful as he turned his head away slightly, without much idea why.

Taylen continued. “I-I’m serious, that was… emphatic!” He seemed quite proud of himself for using this bold and descriptive word. Pterano could feel a small blush starting as he chuckled.

Oh, come off it! He snapped to himself. What’s the matter with you? You’ve done this plenty of times with an audience, correct? Get a grip, Pterano! Inwardly, the flyer cringed at that phrase, almost expecting a pair of talons to clasp onto his wrists and drag him along through the air.

“Well, um…” he stammered, trying to find the right words. “My thanks, lad. I’m… glad you enjoyed it.” He ruffled his wings and then folded his arms, attention now fully directed on the little one. “Did you sleep well?”

Taylen yawned and stretched in reply. Pterano grinned wryly.

“I’ll take that as a ëyes’, then,” he murmured. “On a different subject, are you hungry?”

The little Egg-Stealer paused and frowned. “Uh, yeah, I guess so.” He shrugged. “Haven't really thought about food, but now that you mention it...” he looked around. “Is... is there anything to eat?”

“I suppose we'd better go and find out,” Pterano suggested quietly. Taylen perked up and nodded, sleepiness obviously forgotten as his face brightened with a delighted smile.

“Okay!” He assented.

Pterano rolled his eyes. Taylen's energy level continued to amaze him. One minute the youngster could be just about dead with fatigue and the next he could be bouncing about like an overexcited hopper. He motioned with a claw towards the small grove. “Let's check back there. I'm assuming you eat green food?”

Taylen bobbed his head. “Yeah! I do, but my brother Ozzy doesn't approve of that. He thinks we should only eat eggs!” His face fell. “But I don't want to eat eggs all the time; neither does Strut. We both like water greens, tree fuzz and ground stars, but most of all sweet bubbles!” he looked around expectantly. “D'you think there are any sweet bubbles around here?”

Pterano found himself once more at a loss for words as he listened to this statement. He snapped out of his momentary lapse in thought with a shake of his head. He was going to have to be quicker mentally to keep up with Taylen's... verbosity. He looked back towards the grove.

“We could... check, I suppose.” He glanced upwards and frowned. The sky puffies seemed rather dark. “But we shouldn't dawdle,” he continued rather crisply. “It looks like sky water, and I don't fly well when it's wet.”

“You could walk,” Taylen's unfailing cheerfulness earned him a weak grin from the flyer.

“Yes...” Pterano admitted. “I... could,” he sighed, smiling. Taylen was growing rather fast on him. “Let's find you something to eat, then.”

“What about you?” Taylen queried, cocking his head curiously to the side. Pterano opened his beak to reply, but made no noise other than a hesitant “um” sound.

The flyer shook his head. “I'm... not that hungry.”

Taylen stopped then and fixed Pterano with such an intense, searching frown the crested flyer jerked to an immediate halt in his stride, looking back at those disturbingly pale yellow eyes. He shivered slightly.

The Egg-Stealer shook his head slowly. “Pardon me, sir, but that's a load of rubbish. You haven't had anything to eat yet all day. You may be bigger and older than me, but you still need to eat.” The sight was adorably comical: Taylen tapped one foot against the grassy ground while his twiggy claws were planted firmly on his hips, the absolute picture of authority. Pterano hid a humorous snicker at his would-be scolder.

Taylen relaxed enough to nod his head towards the grove. “Now, how about we both find something to eat and then be off, 'kay?”

After you, lad, Pterano thought, stepping aside to let Taylen go first. He followed after the little dinosaur into the darker grove. Taylen chirped excitedly as he found some tree fuzz resting inconspicuously on the trunk of a rather bent and rotting tree. Pterano grimaced, not much one for consuming lichen, and instead turned to look for food that resembled something edible. He was rewarded by a sad-looking sapling tree further back full of rich, green tree stars. He grinned as he flapped up, plucking a few choice leaves from the branches before retreating back to the ground to enjoy his meal.

Taylen, tree fuzz bits sticking to the edge of his snout and around the corners of his mouth, spoke up hesitantly. “So... how long until we reach the Great Valley?”

The question hit Pterano like a punch in the gut. He swallowed his mouthful carefully before he could choke and replied, “Well, the far walkers and I were a good four days' worth of travel away, but thanks to our little night flight,” he chuckled humorlessly. “I'd say we have a couple days left to go before we reach the walls...” he drifted off, popping another tree star into his beak before Taylen could ask another question. But the Egg-Stealer persisted.

“Do you think we'll get there soon?”

Pterano answered quickly through his mouthful, “Perhaps, perhaps, depends on how much ground we cover, but I'm certain,” here he paused to swallow. “That we'll make substantial progress before the next few days are out. Just got to keep moving.”

Taylen left it at that, pretending not the notice how agitated the flyer had become at his simple inquiry. Based on what Pterano had told him last night about his banishment due to that long ago fatalistic mistake in leadership, and then nearly getting his nephew and his friends killed by going after a rumored Stone of Cold Fire, Taylen could well surmise that the flyer was considered to be a bit of an outlaw in the valley and was certainly not at all comfortable with the idea of going back before his sentence was up. But the Egg-Stealer was still glad Pterano had made this sacrifice in order to keep him safe. He made a little vow then and there to keep an eye out for Pterano as well, and not let the old flyer get in trouble with the valley's elders for breaking their rules.

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Heh, this chapter was fun to write. We're making progress, steadily, steadily...

2. STRUT from the second movie...so annoying

Gaaaahhh?? Y U say that? lol jk, to each his own just kinda ironic that Strut is one of my fave charries^^

1.) Most liked Land Before Time character (s) -
Strut and Pterano


2.) Least liked Land Before Time character -
Don't have one


3.) Most liked Land Before Time song -
Oh, this is a toughie: I like Good Inside, Eggs, Friends For Dinner, Lone Dinosaur, When You're Big, Flip Flap Fly, One of A Kind, Boring Song, and If We Hold On Together (so in short, everything!! )


4.) Least liked Land Before Time song -
Hm, Tough in LBT 3. Topps, why you gotta be such a jerk? I know you're upset over the water level, but controlling others' water consumption to the extreme is not the way to do it


5.) Most liked Land Before Time film -
Stone of Cold Fire, Great Valley Adventure, Journey Through the Mists, Great Day of the Flyers, Journey to Big Water


6.) Least liked Land Before Time film -
Big Freeze. It wasn't long after Pterano, and he wasn't even mentioned!! Also, I don't like parts of Mysterious Island, esp. when it's decided that the groups should split up. Also, I would have expected the gang to run into Strut and Ozzy SOMETIME while out in the Mysterious Beyond... Egg-Stealers are fast little buggers!


7.) Most memorable Land Before Time moment -
Pterano saves Ducky and FINALLY accepts responsibility
Ali's herd leaving (and that blasted: ...But that's another story!)
The tear-jerking ending of the first film *awwww*

Thanks for the feedback^^ hehe English is not my strong language, even tho it's my first

Regarding the setences without the 'and' I kinda picked that up from reading novels with the same type of grammar structure - I noticed they just added a comma and then continued on with the rest of the sentence. I thought that was an intersting idea and tried it out myself. Idk why, to me they made the sentence sound less wordy, but I guess they must sound confusing as well  

Hehe, that's kind of my intention, but I'm not sure how to swing it, since Pterano will most likely be avoiding the Great Valley like the plague. Oh yeah, I can't wait for Strut and Ozzy either. It would be pretty awkward if they met up with the gang as well. I sense... some MAJOR apologizing XD And I'm guessing Littlefoot won't be as forgiving as he normally is...

Part Three

Coasting to a gentle stop in the grasslands, Pterano was reassured to see the small forest outcropping he remembered passing by the day before. Keeping mindful of Taylen still sound asleep on his back, the flyer bent low to the ground and gently slid the youngster down his wing to the soft, grassy ground: an elegant movement, and quite effective as well. Taylen remained asleep.

Smiling down at the little slumbering Egg-Stealer, Pterano settled himself against a tree trunk. Not to sleep, even though he was starting to feel the effects of staying up all night, but to keep watch. He would sleep later, maybe when Taylen was more, well, awake himself and alert and could keep watch while he slept.

The flyer folded his talons over his stomach and sighed peacefully. Right now, there was nothing to be worried about: a warm breeze circled lazily in the air, catching the tall grass in its embrace. The sky above was gray and gloomy, but quiet. The flyer’s smile disappeared as he leaned back. Nothing to worry about, indeed! What was he going to do?

Well, I can’t leave the lad alone, he argued. He’s just a child for heaven’s sake. But I can’t exactly go back to the Great Valley, either. I’ll be throttled and exiled for good if I’m caught! Pterano fumed with frustration. What to do, what to do…?

Well, I can’t worry about that now; just have to focus on getting Taylen there in one piece. Maybe we’ll get lucky – maybe his brothers’ll be nowhere near the valley, thus saving us time and my hide! The thought didn’t do much to cheer him, but it was a start. He allowed his attention to be momentarily distracted by a few buzzing stingers that hummed by, oblivious to the big flyer. Pterano relaxed then. It was so picturesque here he saw no reason to cloud his mind with worries. Best not to think about the valley issue until they arrived there. He was still hoping they would complete this journey before reaching the Great Walls.
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uhh-ohh, someone's having second thoughts.