It's been a long time. Some of you may remember my last fanfic, "The Land Beyond Time" before it was taken off by for it violating certain policies. Well, I've got an idea for a whole new story, and I'm going to start it here today. Again, this will combine LBT characters with the best of the Japanese live action genre known as Tokusatsu, particularly from the Kamen Rider franchise this time around. This one starts long after the events of LBT X.

I do not own the rights to any of the characters owned by Universal, nor to any of the one's I'll put in by Toei or Toho, and I have no intention of making a profit from them.

On with the story.

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It was nighttime in the Great Valley, and the moon was full and bright over the stars, trees and long grass swaying in the breeze, as all of the inhabitants were asleep, their children all dreaming of what had been, and what may come along in the future.

But not all of them slept so soundly tonight. In one particular corner of the Valley, young Littlefoot, who had grown quite easily into adolescence, was turning a bit in his sleep, a stressed look on his face as images began to flash by in his sleeping eyes.

It started simply enough, with his mind going back to the event of the big meteor shower that all the longnecks had gathered at, which had now been quite a while ago as Littlefoot slept. As he saw the meteors fly by, he began to hear something, a horrible sound. It sounded like a deep heavy, almost monstrous breathing, but nothing like the breath of a sharptooth. He saw something else too…little balls of light suddenly shot out of the meteors, and began flying down towards certain longnecks in the group. Suddenly, one went right down to him, and went into his chest! He felt a great warmth in his body as he heard a voice, feminine sounding, speak to him.

"The seed has finally sprouted…" it said, quietly. "Guard yourself and those you love well…he is coming…" He then suddenly saw a horrid, monstrous face right in front of his eyes, which finally caused him to call out in his sleep, bolting up and panting as the dream ended.

"Littlefoot?"

Littlefoot looked over to see Bron, who had dropped by the Valley with some of his herd for a visit earlier in the day, looking at him. "Are you all right?" Littlefoot nodded slowly as he looked down. "Yeah…It was just a bad dream." Bron tilted his head a bit, looking rather concerned. "I see. Was it about Shorty?"

Littlefoot shook for a moment. After Bron had arrived, he had told Littlefoot about how Shorty suddenly got up and ran away from the herd a few nights ago. "Kind of…I guess…" he answered; really not sure what to make of what he had just dreamed about.

Bron leaned down and nuzzled his son a bit. "Hey. Don't you worry. I told you we're gonna find where he ran off to at some point. That's a promise."

Littlefoot nodded as he gently nuzzled book, still looking rather depressed. During all of Bron's visits, he and shorty got to know each other very well, and became almost like brothers. "I know that…but…"

"But?…" Bron looked questioningly at Littlefoot as he slowly looked up at him and asked. "Dad, do you even know why he ran off in the first place? He seemed so happy when I left him last time." Bron sullenly shook his head as he answered. "I still haven't been able to figure that out. He just disappeared. If he was unhappy about something, he did a great job of hiding it."

Littlefoot sighed softly as he layed his head down. "It's so strange…"

Bron smiled lightly as he nudged his son a little."Yeah…but it's something that I and the other grown-ups should be losing sleep over, not you." He held his head close to Littlefoot and consoled him gently. "C'mon, you rest now. First thing tomorrow, Sue and I are going to go search for him some more."

Littlefoot nodded softly as he began to drift off to sleep once more "Ok…good night dad." Bron nodded and smiled as he went off to catch up on his own sleep.

Meanwhile, far outside of the Valley, Shorty was indeed alive, but in a deep sleep in the middle of a forest. His feet ached and showed signs of bruising, indicating that he had been walking or running for quite sometime before giving up and collapsing on this spot.

It was as he slept, that single insect flew down to where he was, a large grasshopper with wings. It landed on his back, and just looked at him.

Shorty suddenly opened his eyes, and looked up as if he had heard something.. "What's going on?" he asked himself, as he looked over and saw the large grasshopper sitting on his back. He furrowed his brow a bit as he looked at it, somehow hearing something from it that nobody else could hear.

"Why am I able to hear you speak?" He asked, before listening for another minute. "Protect Littlefoot?…Why?" His eyes went wide as this grasshopper apparently told him more. "You're kidding…"

He heard the grasshopper speak a few more times, before finally nodding. "That's unbelievable…ok, you can count on me." The grasshopper flew away as Shorty slowly began to stand up.

It was then that something amazing happened. A light formed on the middle of his body, in the shape of multi-pointed star, as his entire form completely changed. He became bipedal, his front legs turning into arms as his legs grew longer, tail shrinking away as his body became humanoid, with a covering of greenish organic armor with black patches, his eyes now large and red as a long pair of horns extended from his insect-like helmet. Shorty flexed the new claws on his bio-mechanical armor, before walking from the forest slowly, and roaring up into the sky with his fists extended, in a very primitive fashion, the mandibles on his helmet actually opening as he did this

This was not the first time he had changed like this, and it was the precise reason he decided to run away from the heard all those nights ago. He felt ashamed of this body deep down inside, and didn't want anybody he cared about to see it.

As he wondered how he would get to Littlefoot quickly enough from so far away, the source of his power on the middle of his waist glowed, and a green, bio-mechanical motorcycle was soon assembled by an unseen force projected by the belt. Shorty walked over to this bike, and sat on the seat, slowly looking over how it worked. "You must want me to use this." He chuckled a bit, addressing the force within him as he planned his route to the Great Valley.

Not long after this occurrence, a strange object fell towards the earth, heading for a spot close to the Great Valley. This object, a gray sphere with tiny eyes, looked to its left and to it's right, before finally floating over to a spot as its form became liquid and reshaped itself, becoming large and humanoid.

As the form solidified, it revealed a frightening creature underneath known only as Doras. Doras was almost like an insect, but definitely alien to this world as his slimy dark gray skin reflected the moonlight, his large brow in front of his huge red eyes, which had lids beneath the lenses that blinked every so often, his antennae reaching up high as he walked over to a rock ledge and surveyed the land around himself.

His loud, heavy, and deep breathing could be heard everywhere as he opened his mouth, revealing a set of sharp, threatening teeth as it roared, a bump with a lighted end pushing up on his shoulder as he did this, using it to fire a strong blue laser, hitting and obliterating a big rock nearby.

Doras then let the weapon slide back into his shoulder, as voice called to him, saying, "The first one has awakened. Now the others will not be hard to discover…. The time has come to strike…find them all, and kill them." Doras simply growled in acknowledgement as he slowly walked off, his feet smashing any rocks in his way.

Day soon came to the valley, as Littlefoot walked off slowly, trying to find something to take his mind off what Bron had told him, as Cera and the others saw him passing by. "Heya Littlefoot." Cera greeted him.

Littlefoot smiled lightly as he walked over to join his friends. "Hi Cera. Hey guys."

Spike, who had finally learned to talk within the last couple of years, addressed him next. "Where are you headed today?" Littlefoot shrugged lightly as he sat down "I don't know. I don't feel like going much of anywhere today." Petrie, who was inspecting a piece of fruit he had found, turned to him. "Why? What's wrong? You sick?"

Littlefoot sighed softly as he tried to deal with his feelings, before Ducky soon picked up on what he was probably thinking about, having heard some of the details earlier and passing them on to her other friends. "I think I know what it is. This is about Shorty, isn't it?" Littlefoot just nodded lightly "Yeah…"

Cera sat next to Littlefoot, her upper horns finally coming in as she tried to cheer her childhood friend up. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure Shorty's doing just fine wherever he may have gone. He's a tough guy. Believe me, I know all about tough." She giggled lightly as Littlefoot only smiled a little, still a bit depressed.

Ducky thought it over quickly and smiled, looking for an excuse to do this anyway. "Hey, how about we go for a swim at the lake. That'll cheer you up, I'm sure."

Spike laughed softly and shook his head a little. "Ducky, that's your answer to everything." Ducky grinned and then shrugged. "Hey, you can't beat what works."

As the group went off to the lake, something rustled in the trees behind them. Doras was there, hiding in the shadows, his eyes transfixed on the group of adolescent dinosaurs. As they walked off to the lake, he slowly walked back into the trees, making sure no one saw him until the time was right.

Out in the area outside the valley, a figure went zooming along the land faster than anything that any of the creatures living on Earth had seen before. Shorty held on tight to the bike as his new body could handle it perfectly, flying across the world, feeling things he had never been felt before. It would have exhilarated him if he weren't worrying about what kind of trouble Littlefoot was in. The shined right over the Valley as Shorty set off to save his friend, but thought to himself, "I wish he didn't have to see me like this…he may not want to be a friend of mine anymore when sees what I've become…but…if what that grasshopper said was right, then he needs my help, now!" he increased his speed as he flew on closer to the valley.

Back in the valley, Littlefoot waded in the water of the lake, smiling a bit more as he watched Ducky swim, as Petrie flew over her at times, before landing on a nearby rock. Cera admired her growing horns in her reflection as Spike looked over at Littlefoot while casually munching on some grass. "Feeling any better?" He asked as Littlefoot nodded a bit. "Yeah. Yeah I do. I've always liked the water." Cera grinned at her reflection. "Me too." As she giggled.

Littlefoot was chuckling a bit too, before he suddenly sensed something. He didn't know where this was coming from in his mind, but something inside was telling him that something was not right. He looked around as Ducky looked up from the water. "Littlefoot? What's the matter?" Littlefoot just looked back and forth at the trees behind him. "There's something in there…" Cera just looked on with him. "What?…I don't see anything…" Petrie flew over. "Are you sure? It seems awfully calm around here. Littlefoot narrowed his gaze. "I don't know…I just sense something around here…something doesn't feel right…"

Cera frowned a bit as she looked off at the others. "Maybe we should leave…" At that moment, Littlefoot suddenly sensed danger, and pushed Cera off to the side. As he did this, a blue laser suddenly shot out from the trees, hitting the rocks in the water as he pushed Cera away! Everyone jumped three feet at the sight of this, and were even more frightened once Doras finally revealed himself, stepping out of the trees and roaring at the group.

"Everyone! Get out of here, now!" Littlefoot shouted, as the others escaped quickly. Doras paid no attention to them, keeping his eyes fixed on Littlefoot. Littlefoot just stared at this frightening creature, recognizing his face from the nightmare he had last night. "You're here for me…aren't you?…"

Doras simply growled as he readied his laser weapon, firing it as Littlefoot ran from it, sprinting as quickly as he could. Doras sheathed the laser weapon, and quickly changed back into his spherical form, zooming off as it plotted to find the fleeing longneck.

Littlefoot ran and ran clear to the other side of the Valley, hiding behind a small group of trees as he breathed heavily from fear and exhaustion. As he wondered how he was going to get back home and seek help from his dad and his grandparents, He suddenly heard a growl, and the snapping of trees. He looked back and fled as Doras had caught up with him, using his tremendous strength to uproot a few trees, tipping them over in the hopes of crushing Littlefoot.

Littlefoot rolled to safety as the large trees came crashing down, getting back to his feet. But before he could run to safety again, Doras' hand suddenly reached out and grabbed him by his neck. He lifted the young longneck up by the appendage, just staring into his terrified eyes, as his own inner eyelids blinked. He reached with his free hand, getting ready to finish Littlefoot off.

Then they both heard the noise. Littlefoot didn't recognize it, but it was the sound of a motorcycle's engine. Doras looked over to see a figure on a bike rushing towards him. Before he could even react, The bike rushed past him, and the riders arm went swinging down in a karate chop, lopping off his arm! Littlefoot fell with the severed arm, throwing it off as Doras roared in pain at first, but just stood there, looking at the rider as greenish blood spurted from what remained of his arm.

The Bike turned and stopped as Shorty dismounted from the bike in his new form, staring down his opponent as Doras scanned him with his eyes. In the creatures bio-mechanical brain, a series of schematics, which showed the design of a creature similar to what Shorty was now, flashed before his eyes. Doras stared and simply stated "Gillis…" in a guttural, primitive sounding voice. Shorty walked to Doras upon hearing this, and nodded, recognizing the name somehow. "Yes…that's what I'm called now…Gillis…"

Doras then extended the remnants of his arm, as new one, made completely out of robotic parts, grew from the stump! Littlefoot got up and ran, just wanting to get away from all this. Doras saw him fleeing, and tried to shoot him down with his laser, before the newly christened Gillis jumped into the air, and kicked him across the face. Doras fell on his knee as Gillis landed back on his feet, running towards him, but was soon repelled by a well-placed laser blast to the chest-plate, which sent him flying into a pond nearby as he grunted from the impact. Doras slowly walked towards him, his robotic arm extended as it scraped past a rock, before Gillis jumped back up and punched him across his ugly face and his chest. But Doras soon grabbed him by the neck and threw him several feet away, landing near where Littlefoot was running, crashing through some trees along the way.

Doras jumped high into the sky, landing not far away from Littlefoot as he readied his laser weapon. Gillis saw this just in time, as he ran towards Littlefoot, and picked him up in his strong arms, jumping high onto one of the rock ledges above as Littlefoot screamed and squirmed. Doras let fly a rapid-fire series of lasers, each one narrowly missing the two targets before he jumped up onto the same ledge.

Gills put Littlefoot down, and extended his fists, palms facing in as he roared like an enraged young man, his mandibles moving on his helmet as he charged at Doras. Littlefoot could only watch as the two fought ferociously, Gillis kicking and kicking at the monster as Doras countered with a few elbows to the stomach. Gillis tried to punch him over and over, only to have Doras catch the fist in his large hand every time.

Doras finally delivered a punch that sent Gillis almost falling over the edge, the sharp ends of his feet catching the rock as he was now hanging upside down over the ledge. He tried to pull himself back up, but Doras would punch him back down every time. Gills finally found a sharp rock next to where he was hanging. He grabbed it, came back up, and jabbed it into Doras' leg! Doras roared in pain as green blood shot out of his shin, falling back and pulling out the rock as Gillis got back onto the ledge and roared again in rage, as Littlefoot watched, terrified but fascinated. Gillis then took to the air, his feet extended as one foot kicked Doras in the shoulder, and another one kicked him in the face in a split, rapid-fire succession.

The force of the double-kick sent Doras over the ledge, where he plummeted for several feet, before landing and impaling himself on a large pointed rock below! Doras roared briefly, but loudly in intense pain, before he finally went silent and stopped moving…

Gillis breathed a bit more slowly, calming down as he turned to his friend. "Littlefoot…" Littlefoot gasped as he heard the familiar voice. "What?…Shorty…is that you?…" Shorty wanted to run off at first, but at that moment, he decided not to hide anymore, nodding slowly as he gently got on all fours, the "Gillis" form reverting back to his old self slowly.

A million questions shot through Littlefoot's head as he saw his old friend for the firs time in a while, but there was only one he could come up with. "Is this why you ran away from your herd?" Shorty nodded slowly, knowing what he was talking about. "Yes…but I can't run anymore, not from those who I care about so much. I'm here to protect you now."

"Protect me?" Littlefoot furrowed his brow. "Why?"

Shorty began to walk off. "C'mon. Let's go to our herds first, and let everyone know you're all right…" Littlefoot nodded slowly as he walked off with his friend, his mind lost in all the possible reasons that he could be in danger…