I felt like making a random one off story, so I wrote this. It was partially inspired by the novel Star Wars: The Old Republic: Deceived, a true masterpiece of a book, and a little bit of The Fall of Gondolin, my favorite Middle Earth novel, but I also wanted to make something with the tone of the original movie, and I hope you all enjoy! I have an idea for a story that is set right after this one and I plan to start it soon

3600 Years before the original movie

A lone sharptooth walked through the path into the valley, cold and pale was his skin, and his eyes a rage filled red. He walked down a path that had existed for thousands of years and would do so for thousands more, stories would and could be told on the path. In more than 3600 years, it would even be the same spot where a young longneck named Littlefoot would say goodbye to a day old sharptooth hatchling named Chomper. Of course in that time many more dinosaurs would come and go through, and many already had in long passed years.

He followed the path, each footstep determined and each one audible, his clawed toes scratching the ground. He let his anger build with each step, like a small plant growing, it grew more and more with every footfall. The light from the Bright Circle illuminated the pale white skin of the sharptooth. He'd been born with thick, armored black scales that made night hunting almost too easy,but he'd been through so many battles that he was scarred from injuries to the point his skin was now pale white. Sickly white. It almost looked like all his skin had been ripped off and regrown it was so scarred. It looked like death. And it made him angry, a rage filled beast. He followed the path and began descending into the Great Valley.

The Pale Sharptooth came upon two threehorn guards as he neared the end of the path. They stood in front of him, "Stop sharptooth!" They both roared. The pale sharptooth regarded them, he studied them for a moment. Then, as fast as a bolt of skyfire, he snarled and ripped into both threehorns. Both were dead in seconds, chunks of gory flesh missing from bloody wounds on their bodies, and the Pale Sharptooth kept walking, he hadn't even stopped, leaving behind two dead dinosaurs who's blood seemed to shine brighter in the evening light from the Bright Circle.

He kept walking, leaving the path behind and entering the valley. Soon, a large number of leaf eaters appeared from the trees and ponds ahead, blocking his path.

"You are going home hungry tonight you old sharptooth!" A flyer with an unusually deep voice called. They didn't know what would unfold next, what was in motion, what was about to happen, what had been long and carefully planned. The Pale Sharptooth just snarled for a moment, then it turned to deep laughing, then he spoke. This caught all the leaf eaters off guard. They had never heard of such a thing.

"You assumed you were safe here. You assumed no one could challenge you." The sharptooth said in leaf eater, his voice deep, and full of hate,"You assumed you could stay hidden behind walls and never see justice for the crimes you made against my kind in the war of old. But you were wrong, you were deceived by your own arrogance….and now I will watch your valley fall." Then the sharptooth roared, no screamed. The light from the setting Bright Circle made the sudden appearance of hundreds of sharpteeth pouring into the valley from entrances or caves or even from over the Great Wall, look like they were monsters, dragons, coming for the plant eaters in a sea of fire and long, dark shadows.

With roars, the sharpteeth charged in mass, the Pale Sharptooth joining and leading them towards the stunned leaf eaters ahead.

Around a hundred plant eaters of varying species, working together, charged as the few hundred sharpteeth charged them. The two forces met and a fierce battle was joined, just inside the valley, near the path. Threehorns threw sharpteeth into the air and stabbed them. Spiketails and clubtails stuck together in groups and were formidable foes, spiketails attacking from above and clubtails from below. Longnecks whipped and stomped on sharpteeth and flyers dove past, pests to the sharpteeth from the sky.

The Pale Sharptooth was a tyrannosaurus, and there were many of his kind present. But also others, frilled sharpteeth, horned sharpteeth, plated sharpteeth, long claws, sharpteeth with sails on their backs, fast biters, and many others.

Sharpteeth ripped leaf eaters apart, and leaf eaters killed in return, but more sharpteeth were entering the valley now, many, many more.

"May the light of the Bright Circle guide you all to victory!" A leaf eater, a threehorn, called.

"The light from the Bright Circle is untouched and it will never darken!" Another threehorn replied. Several fast biters jumped onto him and he made no more sounds after.

The Pale Sharptooth fought through the battlefield, his rage guiding him true as he searched for his target, the longneck that had nearly won the great war that had raged for over a decade now. The leaf eaters thought it had ended years before, but it hadn't, not to the sharpteeth. The head of the council, a middle aged longneck named Zallien. For many cold times he'd led the valley through the war, through many battles, but none had ever been fought here. Then for the last three cold times, the sharpteeth, nearly defeated, and retreated. The Pale Sharptooth had taken over and prepared, now it all would come to a final stand. And the war would end with Zallien's neck...broken and bloodied at the Pale Sharptooth's feet. Yes, it had to be Zallien. It must be Zallien.

An older longneck with a frill running down its back stood in the Pale Sharptooth's path. Such was the vicious attack from the Pale Sharptooth that he tore the longneck in two. A younger spiketail moved towards him and the Pale Sharptooth just tore the flattooth's head off without even looking at him.

Zallien too approached the sharptooth, a young sharptooth the same species as the Pale Sharptooth, stepped in Zallien's path. Zallien knocked the sharptooth down and crushed him under a large foot.

The battle faded for the two when they stopped, only a few steps from one another. They looked each other over, studied one another, only for a moment.

"You assumed you'd won. No. I am your equal, no, your superior opponent longneck." The deep voice full of hate hissed.

"Prove it sharptooth, make your attempt at me, I'm here." Zallien replied. With a roar, the Pale Sharptooth charged and Zallien swung his tail, but the sharptooth expected this and ducked under it, spinning and knocking the longneck over with a smack with his own tail. The Pale Sharptooth roared and jumped, claws ready for the kill. Zallien rolled to the side and got up, charging the Pale Sharptooth. He rammed the sharptooth and it fell over, Zallien stood, calm and determined, above him and lifted onto his hind legs, ready to crush the sharptooth below his feet. The Pale Sharptooth jumped up and crashed into Zallien from below, making him fall onto his back with a thunderous crash so violent it kicked a nearby frilled sharptooth to the ground. Some nearby feathered sharpteeth even stopped ripping the guts out of a threehorn to look over at what had happened.

The Pale Sharptooth went in for the kill again but Zallien swung his tail and knocked the sharptooth's feet out from under him. Both stood and regarded each other again for less than a second before they attacked once more.

"The great war between our kinds shall end now longneck." The sharptooth growled. Around them, hundreds of sharpteeth and hundreds of flatteeth were still going at it. A swimmer couple were fighting two long claws in a nearby pond, fast biters jumped on the swimmer's backs and the long claws went in for the kill.

"You value your tree stars and your tree sweets and didn't think this day would come, you didn't value the lives of your people, the only thing you value was your valley." The Pale Sharptooth said to Zallien.

"No." Was all Zallien said, his voice calm and showing no fear.

"We've gained strength while you munched on your leaves, thinking the war was over. And that's why your valley will fall and why all that live here will perish with it. Your Great Valley will be a graveyard." The Pale Sharptooth said in his rage filled voice. Zallien went in to attack again but the sharptooth jumped over it, landing on Zallien's back. He began to rip out flash and Zallien shouted in pain before he flung the sharptooth off. He didn't show it, but the wounds would weaken his ability to fight. When the sharptooth jumped again Zallien swung and struck him with his tail, sending him flying. The Pale Sharptooth got up and saw more Sharpteeth still arriving into the valley, and more plant eaters came to give challenge.

"Great is the fall of your valley." The sharptooth said. Zallien ignored the comment and got ready for the next attack. Zallien did not step back and he kept his eyes on the Pale Sharptooth. Zallien held his ground. And he had no fear. Despite himself, the Pale Sharptooth gave a short half nod to the longneck, a sign of respect. Zallien did not expect it, accept it, or return it. Still, Zallien did not step back and he kept his eyes on the Pale Sharptooth, waiting for its next move. The Pale Sharptooth roared and began to circle, then he doubled back and attacked while Zallien was off balance.

The Pale Sharptooth snapped at Zallien's head, Zallien pulled back and gave a threatening deep roar of his own. He then spun and again knocked the sharptooth over with a hit from his tail.

As the Pale Sharptooth stood again, he said, "You only delay the inevitable. For years we have prepared, our forces have come from as far away as the sea. We have returned, there is no stopping it "

"How did you find your way in?" Zallien suddenly asked. The Pale Sharptooth smirked, "One of your own came to me and told us of the path in exchanged for his life….and the promise that he could take your mate during the battle. They're already gone." Zallien paled and attacked the sharptooth, "Who?!" He demanded. The sharptooth was silent and returned the attack.

"Your blood already drips from my fangs and more will now." The sharptooth roared and went for Zallien's neck, but the longneck dodged.

"Who betrayed us!" Zallien yelled again as he dodged the attack. The Pale Sharptooth roared, his lust for battle making his attack briefly sloppy, and Zallien took advantage, knocking the sharpteeth over. Zallien did not hesitate and he charged but his foe got back on his feet and side stepped. As he did, Zallien saw more sharpteeth were attacking the field ….from all sides now. Zallien remembered what the sharptooth had said to him, "For years we have prepared." They had grown stronger and the valley had no idea. As the Bright Circle continued to sink lower onto the golden red sky, it seemed the life of the valley would fad with its light. Before he could turn to face the Pale Sharptooth again, the sharptooth answered his question, "Your cousin."

The effect was instant and Zallien froze. It couldn't be, yes his cousin was a selfish creep, but he wouldn't sell the valley out over lust….would he? Zallien roared and slammed his head into the side of the Pale Sharptooth's bottom jaw, the strike was fierce and two teeth fell from those jaws.

"The Great Valley stands yet!" Zallien declared.

The sharptooth snarled and lunged but Zallien moved to the side and went to knock the sharptooth over, ready to end its life.

The Pale Sharptooth side stepped the attack and turned, sinking his fangs into the base of Zallien's neck. Zallien instantly stopped, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Your valley, your family, all of it, will fall and die now." The Pale Sharptooth whispered, enjoying the look of pain and failure on the longneck's face for a moment, "You said to them all that you had won the war, that the sharpteeth would flee….look what you brought upon everyone here. You failed everyone." Only as the light began fading from Zallien's eyes, did the Pale Sharptooth snap the longneck's neck and end him. As Zallien collapsed to the ground, the sharpteeth began spreading out into the valley.

The Pale Sharptooth looked at the body of Zallien and said, "Our time has come." Then he repeated his earlier statement, "We have returned."

Above it all, two fast biters stood on top of the Great Wall, watching the battle. One was orange and the other black, both had green eyes.

"This is wrong." One said to his brother. The second fast biter nodded, "I thought I would enjoy seeing them get what they deserved, but yes….this isn't how it should be."

"What can we do?"

"Nothing." They watched until another voice, "You two have no pride." They turned and saw a sharptooth flyer had been listening to them. With a screech, he flew at the two fast biters and threw them from the wall. The sharptooth flyer watched them hit the ground then looked out into the Mysterious Beyond and he gave a loud call, "Sack the valley!"

The leaf eaters would no longer have a place to hide, a place they can avoid the great circle of life.

"The valley is falling! Get the children to the Hidden Canyon and get them out!" A flyer reported as she flew over the valley, she was one of many spreading the word to evacuate.

As a group of swimmers were getting the young ones together and saving their eggs, there was suddenly a loud bellow, and a group of seven Xuanhanosaurus walking on all four legs appeared. Like salivating, wingless dragons, they attacked the swimmers. They knocked the adults over then made them watch as they crunched the young ones in their tooth filled jaws. Others, just to spite the helpless parents, they slowly swallowed alive.

Not far away, a group of threehorns had mobilized, the children were told to get to the Hidden Canyon and stay there, since it would be safe and the adults planned to attack the sharpteeth and buy other families time.

"Fall in behind me and the other herd leaders." A grey colored threehorn with red eyes firmly said as the group ran towards the battle. Instead, after hearing screams, some broke off and arrived at one of the swimmer nesting grounds. They managed to chase off or kill the sharpteeth and about half the young ones were able to escape with their parents to the Hidden Canyon.

The Pale Sharptooth then turned to the battlefield by the valley entrance. The leaf eaters were dead, so were many sharpteeth but they still had the numbers, and the remaining sharpteeth were spreading out into the valley, being joined by more who were still entering, to carry on the battle, the sacking, the fall, and killing any they found, no matter their age. Turning the battlefield, his victory filled him with pride and joy, the Pale Sharptooth turned and walked further into the valley, ready to spill more blood.

His steps were slow, unconcerned, as he searched for his next kill.

Behind him, the sky became thick with hundreds of flying sharpteeth, like a darkening of the Bright Circle itself, they descended into the valley blocking the sky from view.

The Pale Sharptooth laughed.

"Daddy!" A cry behind him called. He turned and saw a mature female longneck nuzzling Zallien's body. She shot him a death glare, "You!"

"Yes, I killed him." The Pale Sharptooth said.

"And I will avenge his death." The tearful female declared in a firm yet broken voice. This amused the Pale Sharptooth enough to allow it to go on. He even said to her what her father said to him.

"So be it. Make your attempt longneck, I am here." The sharptooth replied, giving her a brief half mocking half respectful salute.

The golden red light from the sky was now low enough to the point that long shadows were being cast over the battlefield, the blood stained green food taking on a dark purple look. With a look of pure hate and anger, Zallien's daughter charged. The Pale Sharptooth jumped and landed before her, snapping for her head. She reeled back and swung her tail but missed the attack. What happened next was the Pale Sharptooth grabbed the end of her tail in his tooth filled maw and bit hard, ripping it right off.

The longneck screamed, now unable to use her tail to fight effectively. She knew the sharptooth knew it too. He seemed to smirk at her, his eyes still full of rage.

The longneck tried to think of what her father had always said, how to win in a fight if it looks hopeless and you're injured. In the moment, nothing came to her head. She felt the first pricks of panic inside her. To buy time, she reared up on her hind legs, not presenting a target for the Pale Sharptooth to attack.

"Daddy, what do I do?" She screamed in her head as she lost balance and fell onto all fours again. The sharptooth immediately attacked her flank. She screamed and threw him back but he came again. As the sharptooth prepared to leap at her, she swung her tail and it stuck his nose, her blood pouring into his nostrils. The Pale Sharptooth shook his head, trying to clear his nose, before he could sniff again.

The longneck took advantage of the distraction, she needed time to recover her senses, if she got some distance between them, she could plan an attack effectively. The shadow of the sharptooth fell upon her as she tried to move away, he snapped near her hindquarters, and she gave him a force hit with the base of her tail. It was a hard hit and it sent the beast flying into a tree, which splintered into what seemed ten thousand pieces. But the sharptooth was up again already and he jumped, catching onto the longneck's side and shoving her down before leaping away to prepare a second attack. He roared loud in her direction as her eyes fell upon him and his pale skin.

The sharptooth's strength drove her to her knees and the sharptooth roared yet again, jumping onto the longneck's back. He ripped and ripped and ripped flesh free until she collapsed. He kept ripping and ripping still, until no flesh was left in her spine. Only then did he jump off and look the dying longneck in the eyes, "Brave but foolish." The Pale Sharptooth said, pressing a clawed foot onto the longneck's face. He crushed her skull and ended it. With the fight over, he turned and again slowly walked away, further into the valley, further into the land he'd conquered.

"The wrongs of the Old Days have been corrected." He growled in sharptooth.

"And that," Grandpa longneck said, "Is why most leaf eaters never returned to the Great Valley until the plants in the Mysterious Beyond began dying, just shortly before your births, children."

"Oooh." The seven children sitting below him breathed. Petrie shivered, "That story scary!"

"Zallien sounds like the Lone Dinosaur!" Littlefoot exclaimed eagerly. Cera huffed in annoyance at the mention of the famous longneck, "Please don't bring that back up again."

"Well Littlefoot, the Sacking and the Fall of the Great Valley happened long before the days of the rising of Saurus Rock." Grandpa longneck chuckled, "The Legend of the Lone Dinosaur is only a recent one, from about a hundred cold times ago."

"Grandpa Longneck?" A new voice called.

"Yes Chomper?" Grandpa Longneck asked, turning his gaze towards the curious young sharptooth sitting between Littlefoot and Cera.

"What was the Pale Sharptooth's name?" Chomper asked.

"No one remembers, it's long been lost to the years." Grandpa longneck answered.

"Well...what happened to him?"

"No one knows." Grandpa answered. Chomper suddenly perked up a bit, "You know...I think we sharpteeth have a version of that story too!"

"Oh let me guess, it involves a great victory and lots of feasting on leaf eaters?" Cera muttered.

"No, that's not it." Chomper replied.

"Then what is it Chomper, I would very much like to hear, I would." Ducky said. Chomper looked at her, "We see it as a tragedy. A day that shouldn't have happened, when the circle of life was thrown out of balance for generations. At the time it happened it was seen as a victory among some, but now it's something that most sharpteeth, not all, look back upon with bitterness. At least I think it's the same story. My people refer to the sharptooth leader as the Wrongdoer or the Deceiver." Chomper said, "He's no hero to us."

"Fascinating." Grandpa Longneck said, "And there's one more part to the legend. It is said that, because of the sadness and death on that day, that the Thundering Falls began to fall out of sadness, as if the valley was crying. And to this day it pours water as a reminder and a monument. Of course, that's up for interpretation. Those who survived, of the leaf eaters I mean, escaped through the Hidden Canyon, since the sharptooth couldn't follow. All they took with them was the legend of what the Great Valley had been, and that is the legend that one day brought us all back to it."

"So where was the battle fought, Grandpa?" Littlefoot asked now.

"Oh yes, I would love to see the place." Ruby agreed.

"Well, Littlefoot, do you remember the day Chomper hatched and the entrance we closed up after you said goodbye to him? That's the path the Pale Sharptooth came through, the open land behind it where we stood that day is where the legends say it was fought."

"Grandpa Longneck! You're not telling them the story I think you are, right?" The voice of Grandma Longneck suddenly called from nearly. Grandpa Longneck went pale, it was visible even in the light from the Night Circle high above.

The gang of seven laughed.

Soon after they went their separate ways for the night. Petrie flew home first, Cera bravely stomped off into the dark valley shortly after. Ducky and Spike left for their nest right after, Ducky riding on her brother's back as she and Spike recounted the tale. Chomper and Ruby then bid goodnight to Littlefoot, "See you tomorrow!" Chomper called as he and Ruby vanished into the trees.

"Night Chomper, night Ruby!" Littlefoot called back.

"Good night Littlefoot, have a good night!" Ruby replied. Littlefoot was left with his grandparents and they started for home.

"Grandpa is that story true? Like the Lone Dinosaur?" Littlefoot asked, running alongside his grandparents.

"I believe it is Littlefoot, it is one of the great longneck stories after all." Grandpa Longneck replied.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean he should have told it, that one is very violent." Grandma Longneck said.

"But Grandma it was really good, I'm glad we heard it." Littlefoot protested.

"Dear, it was several thousand cold times ago, that world is not like that anymore." Grandpa Longneck added, "I think it's an important story for the children to know, after all, it's why our kind didn't stay in the Great Valley originally."

"Do you know more stories from that time Grandpa?" Littlefoot asked, "I'd love to hear them, I'm sure my friends would too!"

"Why yes Littlefoot, there are plenty more about Zallien and the Old Days….some that go back many thousands of cold times before Zallien's time too." Grandpa Longneck answered, then he saw the look from Grandma, "Of course, we won't talk about them tonight. It's time to get some sleep."

Chomper and Ruby arrived at the Secret Caverns and went inside, passing under the stone teeth Chomper had smashed during the big skywater storm over a year before. Ruby yawned, "I am tired, tired I am!" She said, shaking her feathers a little bit.

"Me too." Chomper agreed, "What did you think of the story Ruby?"

"Oh I enjoyed it, even if it was a bit scary." Ruby replied.

"Yeah….I wonder if there were any fast runners at the battle." Chomper said.

"Hmmm, maybe but my kind likes to stay out of business like that, according to our stories, but maybe some were there. Say, do you really think your people's story you mentioned was the same story that we were told?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah I think so, it's about a giant attack on a valley of plant eaters at the same time as the one we heard, the Great Valley is never called the Great Valley though in our version." Chomper said.

"Does your version talk about the Pale Sharptooth's fate?" Ruby then asked.

"No not really, it's just said he continued hunting and killing flatteeth for years until one day he went to a chain of islands and was never seen again." Chomper replied, "But it doesn't matter, that was so long ago he's definitely been dead for a long time."

"Hmm, you know if your people know that story then maybe sharpteeth like the Meanest Sharptooth, the sharptooth that killed Littlefoot's mother, and Red Claw want to become the new Pale Sharptooth." Ruby said. Chomper shuddered, "That's a scary thought. Our version also says that the nephew of the longneck leader the Wrongdoer killed, who was still in his time of Great Growing actually, hunted down and dueled the Wrongdoer. Neither died, both ended up satisfied enough to stop fighting I guess. We say that longneck was the only one the Wrongdoer had true respect for, even though he vowed to kill him if they ever met again." He said.

"What does your version called that longneck?" Ruby asked. Chomper paused a moment, trying to remember, then his eyes brightened, "The Corrector "

After talking for a few more moments, the two said goodnight and went to their separate caves to sleep. As Chomper laid down, he looked at the night circle.

"I wonder how many times the Pale Sharptooth looked at it." He muttered before closing his eyes.

"And I wish I could've seen the threehorns send those sharpteeth flying!" Cera said. She'd been excitedly explaining the story to her father while Tria and Trica slept.

"Ha! What a fantasy story. Almost as fantastic as the time you said the longnecks saved the world. Sharpteeth amassing like that, they're too stupid for that!" Mr. Threehorn said.

"Yeah, they are really dumb." Cera agreed, but then she corrected herself, "Well, Chomper isn't but most others are."

"He doesn't seem too bright either." Mr. Threehorn muttered.

"Daddy! Don't say that, he's my friend!" Cera replied.

"I'd rather he wasn't." Mr. Threehorn grunted, "But okay, I take it back, he's not too bad...I guess. I can at least accept him." Cera shook her head, "Anyway, the sharpteeth overran the valley and the herds had to leave. That's why we were all out in the Mysterious Beyond for as long."

"Sure Cera, now enough fairytales tonight. It's late and I don't want you to wake Tricia up." Mr. Threehorn said. Cera nodded and laid down to sleep, hearing her father mutter, "Sharpeeth." In his disbelieving tone as she did.

Cera opened her eyes again for a moment, "You know, the Pale Sharptooth really made me think of the one that stalked us on our way here, the one that killed Littlefoot's mother." Mr. Threehorn couldn't think of a response to that.

"Good morning Littlefoot, Littlefoot good morning." Littlefoot turned and smiled, "Hi Ruby." He greeted, swallowing the tree star that was his breakfast. A nearby bush shifted and Chomper stepped out of it, his red eyes bright, "Hey Littlefoot!" He said with a wave.

"Morning Chomper." Littlefoot replied, turning to face his sharptooth friend, "I was thinking we go check out the area that battle in the story happened in, if everyone wants too."

"Oh yes, I would love to see where the battle happened since the battle already happened and is not happening now." Ruby replied.

"Yeah me too, last time I was there I was too sad about saying goodbye to really look at the scenery. Also I was just a baby so I probably wouldn't remember the scenery anyways. " Chomper agreed. For a long time after that he'd thought he'd never see Littlefoot again, then about a year later he and the others just seemingly washed up on the island.

"Then let's go." Littlefoot said, "I bet I know where the others are." The three friends hurried off into the woods to find the rest of the gang. Grandpa Longneck watched them run off and smiled, chuckling softly as he continued eating his own breakfast.

"Well, they're not here, unless I can't see them, then they might be here after all." Ruby said as she, Littlefoot and Chomper stopped next to a stream between Cera and Ducky and Spike's nest areas.

"Hmm, Chomper, want to put your sniffer to use then?" Littlefoot asked. Chomper smiled and nodded, "Okay." He put his nose to the ground and began trying to find a scent. Before long he caught the smells of the wayward rest of the gang, including Petrie, and set off after them, Littlefoot and Ruby just behind. A few minutes later, they found the others in a clearing and ran over to them.

"Well, this is it." Littlefoot said.

"Yeah, I'd never forget this place." Chomper agreed, he could never forget that day he hatched and the painful goodbye at the end of it. The images may have been fuzzy, but he wouldn't forget. The seven dinosaurs were standing in the open field just a short distance back from the path Chomper had left on, the day he hatched many Cold Times before. The same location that the battle had occurred so long before.

"Wow, I wonder if Zallien ever stood in this spot." Littlefoot breathed.

"Can you guys imagine what happened in this spot so long ago?" Cera asked, "I bet the threehorns did the best at fighting." This got small laughs from the rest of the gang.

"I'm just happy there are no bones, I do not want to see that, no, no, no." Ducky admitted after a few seconds.

"Yeah...I wonder if those skeletons out in the marsh where we found Chomper's egg were from the battle." Littlefoot said after a moment. No one spoke for a while until Cera said, "Okay are we just gonna sit around and be sad about something that happened thousands of cold times ago, or are we gonna have some fun?"

"Fun sounds like it would be a fun thing to do." Ruby agreed.

"Yeah, but what we do?" Petrie questioned.

"Do you guys maybe wanna reenact the story? We can make a game out of it, Chomper can be the sharptooth and I'll be Zallien. The rest of you can divide up on both sides and have to protect your leader. First one to get tackled losses." Littlefoot said. "Okay," Chomper teased, looking at Littlefoot, "But Spike is on my team...Zallien!" This brought a good natured laugh from everyone.

The idea was met with eager grins and everyone divided up, ready to enjoy another day of fun that they were all so blessed to have. The teams were Chomper as the leader for the sharpteeth, who were Spike, and Ruby. And Littlefoot as the leader for the valley, with Cera, Ducky and Petrie. More laughter filled the air as the two teams charged one another.

The peaceful valley was truly the place to call home.

I can't wait to see you, see you, see you

What's up, today?

Can you hear me calling? Calling, calling, it's time to play!

Every cloud in the sky, green leaf on a tree.

Is reminding me, far away dreams really do come true!

Let's go and run around, run around.

What a beautiful feeling, this truly is our peaceful valley, we're blessed to be here now.

Come on, let's go, and run around, run around. What a beautiful feeling, we truly are blessed with this peaceful valley.

And we're all gonna have a good time now!

Sun sets and rises, rises, rises.

Plenty of things to see!

As we go to and fro, let sweet harmony flow.

We're having fun now, sky's so blue.

And our dreams really have come true!

Let's go and run around, run around.

What a beautiful feeling, this truly is our peaceful valley, we're blessed to be here now.

After their game ended, Chomper's team had won, it had come down to a brotherly wrestling match between Littlefoot and Chomper to determine the winner, the seven friends went up the tall rock hideaway that the original five had found the night they chased Ozzy and Strut and found Chomper's egg.

As the Bright Circle began to set, Littlefoot watched it as his friends talked behind him. To think so much had happened in the valley so long ago filled Littlefoot with wonder. He truly hoped to hear more stories of the distant past soon, there was so much more to be told, he was sure!

He turned back to his friends and smiled. Ducky and Petrie were snuggled together against Spike, and across from them Cera was laying on her stomach with Chomper leaning against her on one side and Ruby on the other. They all were smiling and laughing as Littlefoot walked over and joined the conversation.

There was so much more for them all to learn.