Here comes the past of a character we always wondered about.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: GUIDO REMEMBERS
Guido was flying around the Great Valley. He'd been there for many cold times now. In fact, since a bit before Tricia had hatched in fact. Guido couldn't remember his family or his past. He hadn't seen any other members of his kind. He still wondered where he had come from and if there were others out there like him. It seemed that no Time of Choosing would ever come for him. He seemed to be one of a kind.
Guido came across Cera, Alfred, and Topps.
"I hear you're dating my daughter." said Topps.
"Yes, sir, that is true." muttered Alfred nervously.
"Come on Daddy, leave him alone!" complained Cera.
"I'll be quiet soon enough Cera dear. But, first things first. I want you to treat her well. Try anything funny and... " said Topps sternly. He ran at a big rock and smashed it to bits with his head. " that will be you. Do I make myself clear?" Topps continued.
Alfred nodded. "Yes sir." he said very nervously.
"Good then, we've got that taken care of." said Topps pleasantly.
"Mr. Threehorn sure is protective of his daughter." said Guido. "I wish I could remember my parents." he moaned.
He had often had trouble with sleep-flying. For as long as he could remember, and he could remember as far back as his 7th Star Day (he was 3 years older than Littlefoot), he had trouble with sleep flying. He'd had a rough life in the Mysterious Beyond. He'd tried hard to forget a lot of what he had seen, including many narrow escapes involving hungry Sharpteeth and him having to hide in narrow places, watching as their drooling maws snapped at him, always wondering if this time, they'd get to him and he'd be finished.
He was so glad to have found the Great Valley. In the Mysterious Beyond, being one of a kind and being well, as Topps had put it, a weirdo, had made it so that he didn't fit in. As everyone kept to their own kinds, and, well, he couldn't seem to find his, that meant he got turned away sooner or later. The Combined Herd had been such a blessing. His life had gotten much better here. They accepted him. He still sleep flew, but the others, though annoyed, had gone and gotten him. Poor Chomper had even gone after him once. He owed his life to the Sharptooth.
Guido saw Littlefoot and Chomper moving toward the Mysterious Beyond. He wondered what they were up to. He heard Littlefoot say "So, you have heard of the Valley of Sharpteeth before?" Chomper replied "I've been there before."
Guido was interested by this. What was the Valley of Sharpteeth? He wasn't paying attention to where he was flying and flew over the Great Wall. He landed in the Mysterious Beyond. "Nice going Guido." he said to himself.
ROOARRRRRR! He saw a big female Sharpteeth. Her hazel eyes glared at him. He was terrified.
Andromeda looked at the Glider. She wasn't sure if he was with the Great Valley or not. She was getting hungry out here though. She licked her lips and stared at Guido. "Breakfast!" she said in Sharptooth.
Guido flew for his life. Andromeda chased him, her maw dripping with saliva and her mouth snapping at him. She swung her claws at him. Guido was able to get to a bunch of rocks. He started to climb. Andromeda leapt up, her mouth open, snapping. She missed. He climbed a bit higher. She jumped higher, again narrowly missing him. He had to keep going, or else his kind would be wiped out. He climbed higher. Andromeda jumped again. Her mouth moved right below one of his feathers and he could feel her breath hit him. He gagged at the smell of her breath. He moved higher. She jumped again, but couldn't reach. "Ha!" he said. Andromeda aimed her feet at the wall, which started to shake. He started to moved downward. "Oh don't!" he pleaded. She punched the wall, which shook again. She moved out of the way of falling rocks. Guido was moving downward. He got hit with a rock in the head. He jumped up and was in flight. He was flying well again. He happened to land in the wind and was moved to the top of the rock face. He landed on the top of the rock face and passed out, dazed from the blow.
"Hello Guido." Mama Glider said to her son.
"Hi Mum." said the young Glider.
"Had any luck with flying today son?" asked Papa Glider.
"No, sorry Dad." said Guido.
[To Be Continued]