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Revenge II for your reading pleasure! Enjoy
THE BACKSTORY FOR BLACKTAIL IS COMPLETELY MY OWN IDEA. IT TIES IN WITH THE FIRST MOVIE BUT DOES NOT CHANGE THE OUTCOME IN ANYWAY! ALSO, I DO NOT OWN THE SONG YOU’LL NEVER WALK ALONE
The Land Before Time
Revenge II
Chapter 5
As Blacktail watched the bright circle slowly creep behind the distant mountains, he reflected on the day’s achievement.
I’ve delivered my message to the Great Valley. Littlefoot will die one way or another. He will pay for murdering my father. He then blinked a small tear.
Father. I remember like it was yesterday when I first laid my eyes on you. As he closed his eyes, the memory of his birth flashed through so clearly.
Blacktail’s eyes stung a little as he adjusted to the light. The egg shell on top of his head drifted to the side as he sat up in his nest. He looked around at the wondrous sight around him. Everything looked so strange to him, but he wasn’t scared at all. Then he saw them, the feet of a tall sharptooth. He followed the feet up the tree like legs and the massive body until he reached the head. His father stared down at him and smiled. “My son,” he hissed in sharptooth. He then lowered his head down and nuzzled Blacktail. The young fast biter’s first sense of something touching him was so incredible. He couldn’t even begin to think of what was happening. All he knew was that this was his family, and he was safe with him. Blacktail then licked his father’s cheek. Sharptooth chuckled a little. “One day my son, you will become a great sharptooth just like me. You will be the best hunter in the Mysterious Beyond, and nobody will stand in your way. You will be feared by all who know your name, Blacktail.” Blacktail couldn’t understand what his father was saying to him at the time, but every day those words echoed in his mind. You will be feared by all… Blacktail lowered his head and began to whisper to himself in sharptooth.
“I am close father. Close to getting my clutches on that damn longneck child. Close to exacting my revenge. He will pay with his life for murdering you.” “Hey domehead! What are you saying?” a voice called out from behind. Much to his dismay, Blacktail forgot he wasn’t alone. His three hostages, Hyp, Rhett, and Ruby, were all hanging from a tree branch with their hands, or in Rhett’s case front legs, tied above their head. Hyp had made the mistake of calling out, and Blacktail was not in the mood to be dealing with children. He slowly turned his head towards the three and approached them. “That’s right I’m talking to you!” Hyp yelled out again.
“Hyp maybe you shouldn’t antagonize the psycho fast biter,” Rhett commented.
“The only thing worse than a fast biter is a pissed off fast biter,” Ruby added, “and we do not want to get this fast biter pissed off.”
“You should listen to your friends,” Blacktail replied in leaf, now within claw’s reach of Hyp’s face. “Of course, if you really want to test my patience little hatchling, I’ll be more than happy to have an early runner dinner.” Hyp’s eyes widened with fear, and Blacktail grinned. “It doesn’t really matter to me when I eat you. I could kill you now and shut you up for good, but why would I deny Littlefoot the fun of watching his friends die?”
“Leave him out of this!” Ruby yelled. “I don’t like mean sharpteeth who threaten my friends!”
“What did he ever do to you?” Rhett angrily asked. “He didn’t cause you any pain!” That word made Blacktail twitch a little. He then glared at the longneck.
“You can’t even begin to comprehend the meaning of the word pain you naÔve leaf eater. Don’t worry though. Soon you will truly understand what it means to feel pain.” Just then three fast biters appeared from behind.
“The Great Valley is asleep now,” one hissed in sharptooth.
“Shall we attack now?” Blacktail turned around and shook his head.
“I don’t want anybody hurting the longneck child. I want him to leave the safety of his precious herd before we strike.”“But sir, that’s not part of the plan,” another fast biter argued.
“We have specific instructions to-“ “I don’t give a damn what the orders are!” Blacktail interrupted.
“The target has changed now. We deal with the longneck first, then we worry about him.” “You are disobeying the boss’s orders?” the third asked.
“He’s not going to like that at all when he finds out.” Blacktail sighed and walked towards the fast biter. He then leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
“Well he won’t find out.” Without warning, Blacktail spun around and with his claw slashed at the fast biter’s neck. The fast biter’s eyes bulged out of his head and he clasped his neck, breathing for air. Small trickles of blood leaked through his hands as he fell to his knees. Within seconds, the fast biter fell to the ground and slowly died. The three hostages all gasped and closed their eyes. Blacktail then glared at the other two fast biters.
“Have I made myself clear?” he hissed. The two fast biters vigorously nodded.
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Back in the Great Valley, the dinosaurs had split into their herds to sleep for the night. Littlefoot wanted to go with his grandparents like always, but they insisted that he should stay with Bron instead while they both stood watch. Ali, Shorty, and Cera all volunteered to spend the night with Littlefoot, while Ducky, Petrie, Spike, and Chomper stayed with Pterano. The night circle had finally reached the sky as the world darkened to a dark blue tone. The children had all curled up together while Bron’s tail and neck formed a protective circle around them. Ali and Shorty seemed to be sleeping peacefully, with their necks crossing each other, but unfortunately it was not the same for Littlefoot and Cera. Cera even started to have bad sleep stories about the time they first saw Sharptooth.
Cera smiled and continued splashing in the pond alongside Littlefoot. The two were too busy popping bubbles to notice anything going on around them. “Hey this is fun!” Cera said as the two laughed and giggled. All of a sudden, a shadow appeared on the pond. It started to grow and grow some more until it covered the pond. Cera looked up and around, trying to find whatever was the source of the shadow. She heard Littlefoot gasp as he saw the shadow as well. They kept frantically looking around until they met eyes with their worst nightmare. A tall, black sharptooth stood over them with a hungry look in his eyes. He flashed his sharp blood ridden teeth before he let out a vicious roar that ripped through the air. “SHARPTOOTH!” Cera screamed. The sharptooth then started to approach the two young dinosaurs, and she turned around and sprinted away from the pond. “Help!” she yelled out.
“Mother!” Cera heard Littlefoot yell beside her. Suddenly the two tripped on some rocks and landed on their backs. They shifted around as the foot of Sharptooth appeared above them. “HELP!” they both screamed as the foot dropped towards them. Cera screamed herself awake and began to breathe very heavily. She quickly looked around and noticed she was still in the Great Valley, and Ali, Shorty, and Bron were still next to her. She sighed in relief and lowered her head.
“You had a bad sleep story too?” Cera looked up and saw Littlefoot looking at her.
“Threehorns never have sleep stories,” Cera replied, and Littlefoot frowned.
“Don’t give me that Cera. If threehorns don’t have sleep stories, then why were you just screaming?”
“None of your business! Just leave me alone!”
“Cera don’t push me away like that. There’s nothing wrong with having a sleep story. Just talk to me about it.”
“I said leave me alone!” Littlefoot sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to win this battle.
“Cera, I Love you but you are so stubborn sometimes.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Littlefoot started to get up and leave, but Cera shook her head. “Are you an idiot? You can’t just go strolling around in the dark! What if Blackfreak finds you and tries to kill you again?” Littlefoot looked down at her, knowing that she was right. Then the threehorn’s voice turned into a whisper. “Please don’t leave.” Littlefoot smiled a little. She still had a soft side to her after all. He sat back down next to her, and Cera sighed. “Look I’m sorry ok? I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Thanks Cera.” Littlefoot leaned forward and kissed Cera’s cheek, but then another tear rolled down his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s just…… I can’t believe Sharptooth had a son, and now he has our friends. What if he kills them?”
“Littlefoot you need to stop thinking like that. We’re going to save them.”
“But Sharptooth killed my mother. If Blacktail is his son, then he must be just as evil as he was, even worse…” He then went into a light cry. “I don’t want anybody else I love dying because of a sharptooth.” Cera nuzzled his cheek.
“If he so much as touches them we’ll rip him apart. You’ll see. That asswhole is going down one way or another.” Littlefoot nodded and whipped his eyes with his tail. He then tilted his head and looked up at the stars.
“She’s up there Cera. She’s up there watching me.” He then closed his eyes and began to sing a lullaby she used to sing to him.
“When you walk through a storm, keep your chin up high, and don’t be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm is a golden sky and the sweet silver song of a lark.” He then slowly stood up and stepped forward towards the sky, as if his mother was beckoning to him from above.
“Walk on though the wind, walk on through the rain. Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart. And you’ll never walk alone, you’ll never walk alone.” He lowered his head and sighed. “That was the song she sang to me before she died.” Cera stood up and walked beside him.
“Don’t’ worry Littlefoot. Soon all our bad sleep stories will be over.” Littlefoot glanced at her.
“But I thought threehorns don’t have any sleep stories.”
“Don’t remind me flathead.” The two of them laughed, recalling Cera’s favorite nickname for Littlefoot when they first met. “My sleep story was when we first got chased by Sharptooth. That was so long ago.”
“Yeah, and I don’t want to remember it.” Littlefoot remembered when Sharptooth chased him into a thorn briar, right before he injured his eye.
“Well thinking about it isn’t going to help us at all,” Cera concluded.
“You’re right. We have to do something.” He thought long and hard, and then he came up with an idea. “We have to go and find them ourselves.” Cera glared at him.
“You really don’t think before you come up with ideas do you? We have no idea where Blacktail could have taken them.” Littlefoot nodded.
We don’t, but we know somebody who might.” Cera was still confused, but then she realized what he meant.
“You think Rooter will help us?”
“Help you with what?” Littlefoot and Cera both jumped a little, but then they turned around and saw Rooter standing there with a concerned look on his face. “Just what are you two planning?”
“We want to go and find our friends,” Littlefoot explained, and Rooter sighed.
“I was afraid you would say that. You know I can’t allow you two to go into the Mysterious Beyond alone.”
“So try and stop us!” Cera countered. “We aren’t going to let some old geezer like you tell whether we should wait to save our friends!” Littlefoot shot her a stern look of disapproval, but she ignored it.
“You misunderstand me,” Rooter said. “I said I can’t let you go alone, but I never said anything about not letting you go.” Littlefoot and Cera looked at each other, both puzzled, but then Littlefoot looked back at Rooter.
“Are you saying you’re coming with us?”
“I know the Mysterious Beyond very well. I can help you find your friends.”
“How can we trust you?” Cera objected. “For all we know you’ll tell our parents and we’ll end up stuck back at our nests!”
“Either I come with you or you don’t go at all,” Rooter replied. “Your choice.” Littlefoot nodded towards Cera, indicating that she should trust him, and Cera merely hmphed. She then nodded as well and Littlefoot smiled. Rooter nodded. “Then it’s settled. However, if we are serious about this, we leave right now, and I will only take the two of you.”
“No way!” Cera complained. “You can’t exclude the others!”
“Do you want to risk your friends’ lives?” Rooter glared at Cera. “This isn’t some stroll down the valley you know.”
“Cera he’s right,” Littlefoot agreed. “We have to trust him.” Cera moaned.
“Fine, but this is crazy.” Rooter chuckled a little and then turned around.
“Well let’s go then. We don’t want any parents waking up and stopping us now do we?”
