No one expected it. The cycle of life had been disrupted again. For the first time in unwritten history, the first war broke out. Blood rained down as it was a classic battle between the carnivores and herbivores. In only one day, the battle escalated. The general of one of the herbivore groups couldn't believe it. How could peace be disrupted? The home he once knew was a barren wasteland. Fallen comrades decorated the floor. Even his grandparents laid there. He had cried when he saw their fallen bodies. The surviving carnivores would get them soon enough. He faced the dinosaurs that remained alive.

"We need to retreat."

"But Littlefoot-"

"There's nothing we can do. The carnivores will win. The best thing is to leave the Great Valley. We need to survive to tell our story."

The large group of young and weak dinosaurs left the place that they once called home.