Littlefoot was soon into the watering hole, with the rest of his friends. For the first time in a while, Littlefoot was able to play with them again. They were now playing "swimmer and splasher". Littlefoot was in it, and he had his eyes closed as the rest of his friends were around him, making "Splasher."

They all were around him, including Nettle, his new friend from the Valley of Leaf and Claw, and she was as happy to be playing as any of the young ones. She barely even minded that some nearby adults were actually staring at her, for she was a grown up already and she should not be playing as if she was still an infant. She didn't cared for them, she just kept laughing childishly and she played with them.

Littlefoot kept his eyes closed as he swan lightly with his friends around him. He could not see them, but he knew that they were all there… Well, save for Cera. But he was happy for having them near him again.

Littlefoot barely believed how this day had turned out. He got in the Great Valley with his new mentor, and he fought some good amount of Hollows on his own, and he emerged victorious. Well, he had to be saved by Terry in the last moment, but he was actually able to protect his friends and everyone.

Then, he had to explain to the rest of the Valley things that he himself had trouble to believe around four night circle cycles ago. He had to deal with the worry of how all his friends and family might take the news he had to give, for they were to the best. Also, he was worried about they being angry at him, not forgiving him for leaving them behind to go into another valley.

And now, he was there with his friends, playing around as they did almost everyday before he had to depart for so long. They all laughed and welcomed him and his new friend as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and it let clear that they were not mad at him, and just happy to have him back.

This was all Littlefoot needed to have a smile on his face as he had his eyes closed. Littlefoot took a deep breath, and he dipped underwater, disappearing beneath the surface.

The other dinosaurs looked at the spot he had disappeared into, and afrter a few moments, Nettle said "Where'd he go?" and she looked around. Chomper, immediately looked behind himself, as this brought him a memory. As Nettle looked around, Littlefoot's tail emerged from the water behind her, and gently touched her back.

She yelped lightly, and looked behind herself to see Littlefoot coming from the water behind her, saying "Tag, you are in it!"

And all his friends around chuckled, and soon, it was Nettle who was swimming around with her eyes closed as she searched for the rest of the gang.

"Swimmer!"

"Splasher!"

"Splasher!"

"Splasher!"

"Splasher!"

"Splasher!"

"Hmmm!"

Nettle kept searching around, and Littlefoot smiled as he and his friends were there, having a good time, and all of them smiling, as if there was not the danger of the Valley being attacked by more Hollows. They could just let go of their worries and smile and play around.

Littlefoot had missed this feeling, just as he had missed his friends here in the Great Valley when he was away. He missed the feeling of don't have to get true worries and being able to just laugh and play with everyone. Before he got involved with the Hollows, and the whole story of the enemies of the order. And now, he had to deal with someone who was attacking the Great Valley.

Littlefoot looked at each one of his friends. They all played, and all of them able to completely forgot the threat that was above them. Littlefoot wished that he was able to do so too, but he could not. For he had witnessed firsthand what this evil could do, and he knew what it was going to do if it got what it wanted.

"Swimmer!"

"Splasher!"

"Splasher!"

Littlefoot looked at Nettle, who was able to laugh and smile at any situation, and at all his other friends.

Ducky.

Petrie.

Spike.

Ruby.

Chomper…

Littlefoot looked down, at the water.

"Swimmer!" Nettle called again, passing very near Littlefoot, but the longneck only looked at his own reflection as she passed straight by him. The others looked at him as he seemed to have got lost in thought.

"Littlefoot?" asked Ducky, swimming near him, and placing a hand in his leg. Littlefoot blinked, and looked at Ducky, and she asked him "Is something wrong?" she was concerned with him, it was clear on her voice. Littlefoot looked at the rest of his friends, who looked at him the same way, and he looked at Nettle.

For a moment, he and Nettle shared a worried look, and they both seemed to be discussing mentally something, and Nettle seemed slightly worried. Littlefoot looked back at Ducky, and he forced a smile, as he said "I'm okay." This sounded natural "Is just… I've got a lot to think into." And it was truth, he really did had a lot to think about.

His friends looked at him, and Petrie landed on his head "Still thinking about Hollows?" he asked, it was clear that Petrie was still afraid of these creatures. Littlefoot understood him, and so, he said "Yeah, in them, and into other things also. But mainly in them."

"These Hollow creatures are really scary." Said Ruby "But you showed that you do not fear them, even though anyone else would fear them. So I don't think we should fear them also." She finished with a smile.

"Yeah!" said Chomper, "You can protect everyone in the Great Valley from them! You just showed it!" he was very hyperactive "If they ever set foot in Great Valley you will kick their sorry tails back to where they came from!"

Littlefoot looked at his young sharptooth friend, who showed again that he seemed to have complete faith in him. As well as his other friends, who all believed him, and as well as Terry, his mentor.

They all believed him, and they all had faith on him. Even if Littlefoot himself had doubts if he would really be able to do it or not, it seemed that the ones around him had faith that he could. They had faith on him when he had not.

This was a thought that warmed his heart, and he was able to smile "Thank you, guys." He said to his friends, and his friends all smiled at him.

"Ahem." Said Nettle, making the others look at her. "Guys, I'm still here, remember?" she said innocently, raising her head slightly, and Ducky said "Yes! You are still in it, Nettle, you are, you are!" she said, and they all laughed, and they resumed playing. It was okay for Littlefoot to swim and play in the water, for it was not going to bother the medicine on his wounds, as long as he didn't went under the water or in the way of a water jet. Nettle made sure of it before she even let him enter the water.

They all played together again, with Nettle going after them as they called her, and they all laughed and they could all forget their problems.

None of them seemed to realize the small, strange looking buzzer, which was looking at them with its red eyes. Its body was somewhat like the one of a dragonfly, and it had four pair of wings on its back, and big and bulbous eyes. It buzzed slightly as it watched them from a nearby tree, looking right at each of them.

It looked the bigmouth and the spiketail, and it looked at the flyer, and it looked at the horned head, who was going around the water with her eyes closed, and laughing like a small hatchling. It paid special attention to the silvery rings which were on her tail. And then, its eyes fell upon Littlefoot, who had Chomper hiding his back.

The young sharptooth was holding on to the silvery thing that Littlefoot had around his neck. His "amulet" as he called it, and he was laughing as he and Littlefoot cried out "Splasher!" and the both ran out of Nettle's reach. The buzzer looked right to this last target, and it flapped its wings faster than an eye could catch, and buzzed away, aiming to go quickly to somewhere else.

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Swift, the white sailback sharptooth was just gobbling down one big finned swimmer he had caught into a nearby fast water, and swallowing it whole. He let out a sigh as he finished it.

"Don't you even chew?" asked Uri, who was on his side, munching into some treestars. Swift looked at him, and he said "I don't give opinion on how you eat. Don't tell me how I should eat, okay?" there was no anger on his voice, it was only a simple statement.

Uri was already used to Swift's acidic replies. He grew used to them into the few night circle cycles he had passed into Valley of Leaf and Claw and was trained along with the sailback. Uri simply shrugged at him, and he gave another bite into the pile of treestars he had gotten himself.

"Littlefoot didn't lied." He said, chewing on his mouthful of leaves "These treestars are really vey good." And he bite it again, soon chewing and swallowing it, before going after another mouthful. "I wish you could eat them. You had to just taste it."

"But I can't." Swift said simply "Besides the taste being horrible to me, it would also give me serious digestive problems and I would go sick. So, I guess I'll have to restrain myself to my swimmers." He said, gobbling on another finned swimmer, and Uri could not help, but chuckle slightly at his acidic responses. In a way, they were even funny, if you could not take them personally. Many would think that Swift was antisocial, but they just needed to know him better, and let him get used to them. Actually, Uri was still waiting for Swift to get used to him.

There were a few moments of silence, before Swift spoke "We need to keep the training program." He said, and Uri looked at him "Really, we are like, in the middle of a mission." Said the threehorn.

The sailback looked at him, and he said "I know, that is why in my opinion we should train even harder. We need to be ready if the danger actually appears. I would not like to have to save your tail again."

"Hey! That time I was distracted!" Uri said in his defense "And that Hollow cheated, he attacked me when I had dust in my eyes!" he said, raising his horn high, and Swift looked at him, and he smirked lightly as he said "Yeah, let's pretend we both believe it."

"Oh, you doubt?" Uri said, offering a smirk and a challenging tone "Do you want to test my strength, sharptooth?"

"What if I want, threehorn?" Swift replied with the same tone, with a slight smirk on his lips. They both stared for a few moments, and then, Swift chuckled, and he returned to eating. Uri, however, did not dropped the matter."

"Well, I can take anything you thrown at me!" He said, adopting a strong looking pose "If you want me to train harder, so I'll train so hard that anyone else will faint only from seeing me doing it!" he added with a confident smirk as he posed.

Swift looked at him, and he said "You are far too competitive."

"No, I'm not." Said Uri on his defense. Swift looked at him for a moment, and then he said "I bet I finish eating before you do."

"No, you don't!" Uri said, and he immediately dove his head on his pile of treestars and started gobbling madly at them. After a few moments, he stopped, and he looked at Swift, who looked at him with a smile and the face like "I told you so."

"Smooth." Said Uri, giving his friend a smile, and Swift was actually able to smile a little, and both returned to eating their food, but Swift suddenly stopped, and he raised his head, looking to the sides.

Uri noticed this, and he looked at his sharptooth friend "Something wrong?" he asked, and Swift continued to look around, as if he was searching for something in particular. After a few moments, he said "You already had the feeling of being watched?"

"Sometimes." Uri said "When there is people looking at me. I kind of like it." He finished with a smile.

"I'm not talking about that." Said Swift, slightly annoyed "I'm talking about the feeling that there is someone spying on you."

"You mean, like when the young ones are watching you from hiding?" said Uri, still quite oblivious to what Swift was actually talking about "Yeah, I had that feeling quite a bit. I guess they can't avoid wanting to take a look into someone as awesome as me." He said, raising his snout lightly, and Swift rolled his eyes, and Uri continued "But, why do you ask?"

Swift sighed, and he kept looking around "I have a feeling we are not alone in here." He said. Uri looked at him for a few, and he looked around "I see no one." He said, and Swift answered "I feel that there is someone watching us now."

Uri looked at him, and he said "Okay, let me check." And he turned around, and he said "Hey! We already know you are there, come out now!" he almost shouted, causing Swift to look at him, as he looked around.

A few moments passed, and there was only the silence, and Uri turned around, and said "Well it seems that it was no one, I guess you are only being paranoid again." And so, he resumed waiting calmly.

Swift rolled his eyes in annoyance. He kept looking around as that feeling was not going way. No matter what Uri could say, Swift just knew that there was someone watching them. And that feeling did not disappeared, even when Swift could not see anyone around, even when he resumed eating his fish, his eyes kept darting to the sides, as if he could catch the shadow of whoever was spying on them.

Yes, Swift was careful, and most of all, he deeply trusted his own instincts, and from his own personal experience, he knew that instincts hardly failed. Swift just knew that they were being watched, even if they could not see who was it.

Above them, hanging into a nearby tree, into a branch, was one small buzzer, which looked exactly like the one who had been watching Littlefoot and his friends over the lake. It's big, bulbous eyes stared at the two dinosaurs as they kept eating, and it remained completely still as it watched them, not even moving its wings as it simply stood there, as if it was purposely trying to remain undetected.

It watched as the sailback kept swallowing his fish, but always keeping an eye for what was round himself. The threehorn, noticing this, says "Oh, come on, stop that. You are acting as if anyone in this valley is ready to jump on you and stomp you to death." He said in a mocking tone, but the sailback said "Some of them actually are. I bet that threehorn would love too, but I'd like to see him try."

"Oh, come on, can't you relax for a moment?" Uri said as Swift simply resumed eating, and Uri sighed, and returned to eating "Yah know, I think you have been eating too much of these finned things." He said "It is getting you troubles in the belly, you are too nervous with that." He said, and Swift said in answer "I can tell you a lot of examples of sharpteeth and leaf eaters who both ended up dead because they dropped their guards when they should had kept it, as their instincts told them. And also, you know Terry's rule number 25#"

Uri sighed "If it seems that there is someone after you, is because it there truly is." The threehorn chanted, as if he already had heard it lots of times already, and he said "Yah know? I think that Terry might be as paranoid as you."

"He is our teacher, and he listens his instincts, thing that you should do." Said Swift, and Uri snorted "Yeah, I should be like you two. Worry, worry, work, work, no time for fun. I would be joyless! You two really need to relax."

Swift ignored him, and kept eating, and Uri soon resumed eating, and they both kept like that, and soon, the buzzer started flapping its wings, and took off, leaving swiftly across the air. Swift raised his head as he looked around "Did you heard that?"

"Oh, please! I'm trying to eat!" said Uri, and he took another mouthful of treestars. Swift kept looking around, as he was completely sure he had just heard a buzzing sound coming from somewhere very near.

As he searched around, the source of the buzzing was already moving front hem, as the strange looking buzzer flew away, as if guided by some invisible force, to another place, away from their eyes and ears, and out of anyone's sight.

After a few moments, Swift finally returned into eating his meal. That feeling of being watched was gone, and so, she could return to eat in piece. But he could not shake away the thought on his mind that there was something off. He just knew that there was someone, or something, in there, and he was sure it was watching them, his instincts never failed him before, well, save for one situation or two, and he knew that there was something up. He just could not pin-point exactly what it is, still, that feeling was still bothering him into the back of his mind as he kept eating.

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Terry was with the rest of the adults, all of them discussing plans to protect the valley, and maybe fortify the defenses. Terry, of course, having more experience with that and having been trained by the Order to deal with this kind of situation, gave most of the ideas, which included creating patrols day and night into the main entrances of the Great Valley in order to be ready if the Hollows decided to attack again.

"So, if we time the patrols right, the chances of being caught unaware again are little to none." Terry finished, and many of the presents agreed with him. "I was thinking about we make groups of at least seven of your strongest dinosaurs, companied by me or one of my students."

Again, the group agreed. Yes, it was a perfectly logical course of action. Yes, based into what they had witnessed today, it was obvious that they had to have their strongest ones in hand to fight these things. Also, if the other members of the order where as strong as the young Littlefoot had become in the past months, then it surely would be desirable to stay near them if there was any problem.

"So, I guess it is it." Said Mr. Threehorn "I'll form a group and I'll lead them and one of your boys into the first patrol."

Terry looked at him for a few moments "Okay, how do I say that?" he said, and the other dinosaurs looked at him "Look, I think that, since we have more experience with the Hollows, I think it would be better if me and my pupils lead the patrolling groups."

There was a wave of mumbles at this, and the threehorn, of course, was not ready to accept it "Leaving a sharptooth responsible for our safety? Bah!" he said, in a mocking tone, and Terry had to hold himself back not to jump at him, and he limited into clutching his small claws into fists. He knew he had told the younger ones that they should not pick up fight with the residents, and he himself was going to do it. But, by the Spirits, that threehorn was just asking for it!

What was worse, was that some of the other residents seemed to somewhat agree with them. Thinking again, maybe Terry could not really blame them. They had lived in fear of sharpteeth for their whole lives, and they didn't had the luck of the inhabitants of the Valley of Leaf and Claw, and live into a peaceful sharpteeth/flatteeth community like he had.

"I'm just saying that we have some more experience with this than most of you have." He said, trying to keep his anger in check with that threehorn "If the situation gets out of hand, we would know how to deal the situation better than many others. This seems to be a good reason why we should be the responsible for leading, am I not right?"

The crowd agreed. Really, it was hard to discuss with this logic. But Mr. Threehorn seemed to have a way of doing so "Well, why then don't you simply tell us all we need to know and [i]we[/i] can deal the situation alone?" he asked, looking at Terry right in the eyes, and Terry gave back the look.

"Sires." Said Mr. Longneck, quickly getting in the way and breaking the fight before it could even start. "I agree with Mr. Bonecrusher's point" he said, looking at the sharptooth, who seemed calm and tranquil "He and the others seem to have more experience, and they probably will be good leaders for the patrols."

Many mumbled among themselves, agreeing with the older longneck, after all, he was one of the smartest dinosaurs into the Valley, and his decisions always aimed for the better and to keep everyone safe. Though there were some of them who were still not very comfortable into trusting an adult sharptooth their safety, and one of them was Mr. Threehorn.

"Oh, please! Let's be reasonable!" he said out loud "Are we really going to trust the safety of the whole Great Valley to a sharptooth and a bunch of kids we don't even know?"

Terry looked at the threehorn, he had already dealt with some mistrusting dinosaurs before, most of them ones like this threehorn, who had never thought of maybe having a sharptooth as a friend. Sure, this mistrusting was completely expected, after all, the world was not like they wished it could be, it was a hard place for everyone, and it was hardly going to change on its own.

That was, after all, the main reason they were there.

"We have already discussed it, and I think it is a good idea." Mr. Longneck said, and some agreed with him.

"You are only saying that because your grandson is one of them!" said Mr. Threehorn accusingly, and there were a few more mumbles, as Mr. Longneck stared down at the threehorn, his face denoting a rare expression of anger as he looked him in the eye.

"What are you insinuating?"

"I'm saying that you are favoring them just because your grandson likes them! He has been away for a long time! How do we even know we can still trust him!?"

"Wha-!? How dare you!"

"Enough!" Terry roared loudly, making them stop, and everyone look at him. Indeed, what he just did indeed sounded more like a roar than an actual shout, some dinosaurs around even retreated a few steps by the sight of an angry sharptooth. Terry, whoever, was keeping an calm and collected appearance, as he simply stood there, and son, he spoke "Well, if anyone in here believes that there is a true reason for me and the others not to lead the patrols, may speak now."

There was silence, and no one spoke, as they didn't had real objections, and also, partially, they were quite scared that saying something would anger the scarred sharptooth, even Mr. Threehorn simply "hump"ed as he saw that it was no use arguing anymore.

So, as no one seemed to have any other true objection, Terry said "So, it seems that it is settled."

"Now, I need the strongest and most experienced fighters of your Valley to offer to form the patrolling teams, so we can start maybe tonight." He also said, and the crowd mumbled among them, as some of them were thinking about volunteering.

Mr. Threehorn was, of course, the first one to offer himself to make part of the patrols.

"Like I was going to just sit back and let others do things in my place!" said the old stubborn threehorn, to which Terry only rolled his eyes. He didn't liked the threehorn's acting, but he had to say that he admired his spirit and his will to fight. Indeed, it was something that was to be admired into that stubborn creature.

Some others also offered right after the threehorn. Some clubtails, some domeheads also, and also some other dinosaurs who said they could hand on a fight. There were even a few longnecks which wished they could help protect the Valley they lived in. They were sure their massive size was going to help them crush that small things if they dared come closer.

Terry did, however, knew that simply being big was not exactly the best defense against the Hollows. Besides they were able to come into different shapes, they could also come into different sizes. And not only that, but also, the Hollows were stronger and faster than regular dinosaurs, in a way that they could take down dinosaurs which were a lot bigger than they.

Really, some of these dinosaurs barely even knew nothing about Hollows besides what was already told to them. Maybe it would be a good idea that he and his pupils would also give them a few teachings or hints about how to act.

Soon, it was decided who would form the first team of patrol, which would be in that first night.

The group was formed by Mr. Threehorn, two other threehorns, one clubtail, two domeheads and one longneck. And the team was going to be led by Terry himself, who would make sure that they didn't let any possible sign of a Hollow attack escape their eyes.

Mr. Threehorn, of course wanted to protest at the idea of being led by a sharptooth, but he already knew that it was probably going to lead to nothing, so he decided to remain quiet. He did, however, made a mental note that he was going to ram his horns into that meat eater's belly if he ever gave any sign that he was going to turn on them.

After a few more discussion, it was settled that the team would start the patrol right after the Bright Circle set. So, with that said, Terry ordered all the ones who were going to make the patrol to go to their homes, eat and rest well, because the patrol was going to last for a while across the night. And so, everyone went back, some scared, some anxious, some determined, and some, like Mr. Threehorn, also taking the whole thing with doubt.

Terry sighed, as this talk had took a little longer than he expected. He had to deal with the fact that many were hesitating into trusting the words of a sharptooth, but he managed to work it out. He had to thank Grandpa Longneck for that, for the elder trusted him and the judgement of his grandson.

Terry started walking away, and then Grandpa came at him "Well, I have to say that things worked out." He said, offering a smile at Terry, who looked at him, and was able to return the smile briefly, as he said "Well, good thing that all worked out in the end. I must thank you for staying by my side."

Grandpa chuckled, and he said to the sharptooth "Littlefoot trusts you, and for that, I think you must deserve. He is a smart boy."

"I've noticed." He said in reply, "He already showed to be one great pupil back in the Valley of Leaf and Claw."

There was a small silence after this statement, and Terry had a feeling that he knew well what was going on in the elderly longneck's mind. Terry let out a long sigh, and he said "I'm sorry for taking him away from you for so long."

Grandpa looked at him as he continued "Sometimes, decisions like that are out of our claws." He looked at the longneck as he spoke that "Believe me, I'm against taking young ones to battle like that. Also, making them be away from the ones they love, I really don't like it. I was against this decision, but this was from the rest of our council. We decided by what seemed to be the best course of action."

He sighed, "I really wish Littlefoot was not so young, and that he had not so much to lose." Grandpa looked at him "I really don't like getting kids involved into these battles, no matter who difficult the situation is or how strong they actually are."

There was another long moment of silence, and then, Grandpa spoke to Terry "You offered Littlefoot a choice. Didn't you?"

Terry looked at him, the longneck did not seemed to be angry with him, but he seemed to want an honest answer, and Terry felt like he could only give one "Everybody has a choice." Was his answer "Someone can decline the invitation to join our order freely, and no one has the right to stop. Everyone is responsible for its own life."

"We did offered Littlefoot a choice. We explained him what he would be doing on our order, and what this would require of him, and the reasons why it was so important. We made it perfectly clear that he could wish simply to refuse and go back home." Terry continued, as Grandpa paid attention to every single word of what he was saying "Littlefoot could have refused, but, he accepted it, for he understood that our case was important."

There was a long silence, and Terry looked at the longneck. Terry was now waiting him to glare at him angrily, or tell him that he had no right to get a child involved into such a thing, or that he should have tried harder to convince the others to change their minds and that Littlefoot was too young for this kind of thing. That was one thing that Terry had heard sometimes from parents whose children had become part of the order, and who were worried that their young were in danger for getting to fight such creatures by themselves.

Whoever, the longneck simply nodded, and he said "Well, Littlefoot was never the kind who turned his back if someone needed help."

This answer surprised Terry, who could only look at the elderly dinosaur, who continued to explain "For what I understand, the main goal of your order, is to help others who are in trouble, and to create a better world, right?"

Terry was still surprised and he could only nod, and so, Grandpa continued "Well, I know that Littlefoot always helps who needs, turning his back is not the kind of thing he does when someone is in need." The old longneck sighed "Sometimes I think that he is too good for his own good."

Terry looked at him, as he understood what the longneck was talking about, he knew the young Littlefoot for quite a while now, and he already saw enough of him to know that he would never abandon someone who was in need. Indeed, Littlefoot's altruism and his faithfulness to his allies and friends were good almost to a fault.

"Well, I'd rather not have him getting himself into too much danger, but, I guess it was his choice." The elder finished as he looked down, and Terry could notice the strange, worried conformation that was behind his words. The sharptooth could not help but sympathize with the elder, for he had passed by something similar not too long ago.

"I have a grandchild too." Terry spoke, granting the elder longneck to look at him.

"You seem rather you to be a grandfather." He spoke, and Terry could not help but chuckle "I take care of myself. Also, they say that I don't age very much like the others. I may seem to be the age of that threehorn, maybe a bit younger, but actually, I'm a few years older than you."

This surprised Grandpa, as he looked at the sharptooth, who did indeed looked younger than he said. However, looking intently at him, he could notice the small sighs of his age, like the freckles in the corners of his eyes, and on the sides of his mouth. But, other than that, anyone would say that the sharptooth was indeed rather young. Not only that, but he also acted and moved as if he had only half of the age he said he had.

Indeed, this sharptooth truly was in a great shape. A shape he himself also wished to have.

"You indeed look very young." The longneck finally said, and Terry replied with a smirk "You also are in good shape for your age." He said as he walked and Grandpa walked along with him, both chuckling.

They walked side by side, before Grandpa asked "So, you have been teaching Littlefoot to use his… 'new abilities'?"

"Yes, I have." Terry said, as they both walked "I have been teaching him ways of focusing and using his powers. I give him the directions and he found himself uses for his talents. Also, I have been giving him lessons into how to defend himself with his abilities."

"Of course, I did not expected him to have to fight Hollows on his own like he did today." Terry said, and Grandpa looked at him, but the sharptooth quickly added "But, he proved that he was ready for this." He smiled as he said that to Grandpa "Your grandson is a quick learner, and he is also very talented. Few times in my life I have seen someone with so much potential as him."

Grandpa smiled at him "I'm glad to know."

"Also, he is open minded." Terry added "He accepts others who are different from him, and he wants to help them, not mattering their species, or even if they are sharpteeth or leaf eaters." He continued as he looked up "Some dinosaurs like Littlefoot are somewhat difficult to find. I'm glad to see that his friends are somewhat like him. I just wish some of the adults could also be."

Grandpa noticed the rather resentful look on the sharptooth's face, and he had a feeling that he knew what he was talking about "Yes, sorry about that. Mr. Threehorn can really be difficult to deal sometimes."

Terry looked at him "Yeah, I've noticed, but I wasn't talking only about him." Terry sighed "Anyways, I think that he has his own reasons to be mistrusting. I can somewhat understand that." He said, and he chanted "If it seems that there is someone after you, is because there truly is."

Grandpa looked at him for a few moments, and he said "Is that some kind of wisdom?"

"Is one of my rules." Terry answered "Rule 25#, to be more exact. In a way, they are like wisdoms."

"25# hum?" he said, and he asked "And how many of them there are?"

"Around 50"

"And you are also teaching them to Littlefoot?"

"I'm trying." Terry said, looking at him "I try to teach the more I can to my pupils, and to who want to learn. These rules have been taught to me when I was younger, and they had helped me and actually saved my life sometimes now. So, I think that is a good idea teaching them to others so they can help them if they ever need."

Grandpa nodded "You seem to be the kind of dinosaur who has already lived through a lot and has a lot to teach."

"I just try to pass on what I have learned." He said with a smile, and Grandpa smiled too. Terry was looking away, but he caught in the corner of his eye something that made him double look.

Terry had stopped, and Grandpa noticed it. Now, he was looking at Grandpa, not at his face, but to somewhere in the base of his neck. He was looking at it very intently, and with a serious look on his face.

"Mr. Bonrecrusher?" he asked.

"Shhh!" Terry said to him, still looking at the place into his body "Don't move." He added, almost in a whisper, as he was now moving closer to the elderly longneck.

Grandpa suddenly was feeling very uneasy that the sharptooth suddenly was coming closer at him, and was giving so much attention to his neck.

"Terry." The longneck said, trying not to let the nervousness appear on his voice.

"Trust in me." Terry said once again "And don't move."

Grandpa looked at him as he came closer, and he did not moved. Terry looked at the base of his neck for a few moments, and then, fast as a lightning, his small arm brushed against it, and snatched something

"Gotcha!" he said, and Grandpa finally was able to give a step back. He didn't felt his neck being sliced by his claws or hurt in any way, but the sudden contact with that claw against his skin has somewhat gave him a scare.

Once he recovered, he finally could ask what was all that about to the sharptooth. However, as he was about too, he saw that Terry was holding something on his small hand.

Grandpa got interested, and he took a closer look. At first, he saw nothing, but, as he looked closer, he could see that there was what seemed to be a very strange-looking buzzer now on Terry's hand.

Grandpa looked at it, and at Terry, who looked seriously at it, almost angrily. Grandpa was about to ask something, when Terry grunted, and he squeezed the buzzer on his hand until they both could hear a surprisingly loud crushing sound, followed by some short of buzzing screech. And then, the buzzer that was on his hand decomposed itself into black smoke, which floated and evaporated into thin air, leaving no other trace that it had ever existed.

Grandpa was a little stunned by what he had just saw, and even more for knowing that that thing, if it was what he was thinking, was literally right on his neck and he had barely even noticed.

"I-it was…" the longneck said, and Terry simply sighed as he flexed the claws of his hand.

"Maybe we should start the patrols [i]before[/i] the Bright Circle sets." Terry said as he continued to walk, and Grandpa Longneck went right after him. None of them noticed, into a nearby tree, another buzzer that was identical to the one that Terry had just destroyed. It buzzed its wings, and it took flight. Getting away from the place it was in, and away from the two dinosaurs who were walking away.

It flew on its own, buzzing across the trees and against the wind, and passing by some other dinosaurs on its way, none of them really giving attention o a small buzzer, as there was a lot of them around. However, if they would take a closer look at that buzzer they would surely notice that it was no ordinary buzzer.

It flew past many dinosaurs, and soon, there was another buzzer, which was nearly identical, and which had come from some other part, and was now flying by its side, and going closer to it as both kept flying forward, until they touched each other.

As they did, right in midair, without losing speed on their flight, they started merging. They distorted and melted against each other, as they mixed with each other, bending their bodies to fit as they mixed just like fresh mud. Soon, they had become one single buzzer, slightly bigger, and with the same appearance of the other two.

However, it was still not calling attention, and it was able to fly unnoticed across the land, above the heads of a few unsuspecting dinosaurs who didn't noticed nothing strange, not even when another buzzer came, and it merged itself into the bigger buzzer, making it become even bigger.

It was now the size of a treesweet, maybe a bit bigger. Yet, it was able to fly completely unnoticed by keeping itself above the dinosaurs bellow. Anyway, there was not many dinosaurs who would actually give it a double look, after all, no one ever suspected buzzers.

It flew in direction to the Great Wall. It was the might stone fortification which protected the Great Valley, and prevented it from being invaded by any kind of external treat. It was the great protection which kept the sharpteeth away, and allowed the leaf eaters inside to live in there happily and without having to worry about being eaten.

The buzzer flew right next it, and t found its way over to an very small hole, only big enough for it to squeeze itself. And squeeze itself it did, crawling over it into the small opening, and it squeezed itself across the very small cave that was, and it only got smaller and smaller. But it was no impediment to the strange-looking crawler, for its shape was bending and twisting in order to fit and crawl over that very small space.

After some effort, it finally was able to find the exit, and so, it squeezed itself through the small opening, and it reformed itself to its normal shape, and it resumed flying. It had now left the Great Valley, and was now into the place known as the Mysterious Beyond.

The place was a big difference in comparison with the green life of the Great Valley. This place was vast, and in its most it was made out by a long desert which was at most by stones and arid fields, and it was one kind of place in which, if you would not be eaten out by some sharptooth, you could very well starve looking for something to eat. It was surely a difficult place to survive.

The buzzer, however, gave it little to no attention. It simply started buzzing again as it flew around. It had no worries about possible predators, as it simply flew across the landscape.

It flew past the arid fields and across the rock formation, and even passed on by some mountains, little minding the distance that it had to go through. It simply buzzed across the landscape, with one single and specific goal on its mind.

It took a while, but it finally arrive where it intended.

It arrived into a cave that was at the root of some kind of mountain, and then, it flew right into the cave.

Inside, it seemed to have a net of tunnels, but the buzzer, as if knowing perfectly well these tunnels, was able to navigate in there with little to no problem. It made curves and took the right tunnels in the pathways to reach its intended destination.

Finally, it arrived into the place it intended. It was one big room inside the cave, almost a chamber, with several stone teeth in the roof and also some in the ground, making the whole place look like the mouth of a big predator, ready to close itself around the helpless prey.

The buzzer buzzed across the air as it had one more intent in its simple mind, and soon, it arrived there, landing into some smooth surface, which was not stone, but the skin of a dinosaur.

The said dinosaurs, grumbled a little, and it looked at the thing that had landed in it, and then, it almost purred.

"[i]Ah, you arrived.[/i]" It said in sharptooth language "[i]Good, I was starting to get impatient.[/i]" It spoke as it reached its claw, and it gently caressed the strange looking buzzer, almost as if it was a pet. And it, in response, buzzed slightly. It had not a real feeling of being nuzzled, it only responded to the contact of its maker.

"[i]So, what do you have to show me?[/i]" it asked again, and the buzzer then, started to dissolve itself into black and purple colored mist. This mist moved on its own, and it moved right in direction to the dinosaur's nostrils.

The dinosaurs took a deep breath as he inhaled the smoke, which filled his nostrils with the scent of ash and of decay. But also, this had a smell of evil. There was no way of describing it, but it was exactly what the smell was like. Evil, cruelty, violence and bloodlust. It almost made the dinosaur purr in some kind of twisted pleasure.

It coughed a little as it finished inhaling the smoke, and then, it took a few deep breaths as it let the smoke settle down to its lungs. And once it did, the creature opened its eyes, which soon became pure black as several images and sound filled its mind.


  [i]It was looking to a white sailback and a threehorn, both eating. The sailback looked up and said "Already had the feeling of being watched?"[/i]


The figure snarled as he was seeing it. "[i]Just look at him[/i]" it snarled to no one in partuclar "[i]Standing so close to the prey and not even trying to take it down. Bah. Just another traitor.[/i]"

As the creature said that, more images come into its mind. Though the words were proffered in leaf eater, the creature had absolutely no problem into understanding every word of what was being said.

[i]Terry came into view, talking to a bunch of leaf eaters "Now, I need the strongest and most experienced fighters of your Valley to offer to form the patrolling teams, so we can start maybe tonight." He said to them. The image changed, for Terry crushing the other buzzer on his hand, and he saying to the elderly longneck who was on his side "Maybe we should start the patrols [/i]before[i] the Bright Circle sets."[/i]

The figure snickered "[i]Yes, of course Terry would be there to protect the sap suckers. He always liked leaf eaters too much.[/i]" It said as it felt a wave of disgust "[i]He is just another traitor of his own kind. But doesn't matter, I'll take care of him, along with all his precious pupils.[/i]"

As the creature said that, more images filled its mind.


  [i]There was a bunch of young dinosaurs playing around, and there was an adult with them. The adult was a horned head who used one amulet of the Order. Surely another member.[/i]



  [i]There were images of each one of the dinosaurs. There was a swimmer on the back of a spiketail.[/i]



  [i]There was a fast runner, and there was also a flyer hovering around. And then, the image of a longneck with one amulet of the Order and a young sharptooth on the back came into its mind.[/i]


It narrowed its eyes "[i]There you are!"[/i] It said, holding on into the new image. "[i]You are the one who the order talks about so much! The new 'special one', huh?"[/i]


  [i]"You can protect everyone in the Great Valley from them! You just showed it! If they ever set foot in Great Valley you will kick their sorry tails back to where they came from!" The young sharptooth was saying in leaf eater to the longneck, who smiled down at it.[/i]


"[i]You look so happy and so sure that you and your friends are safe[/i]" it said as it flexed its claws. "[i]Well, just wait until I have you in my claws. Then lets see if you are still as special as the Order seems to think."[/i]

And, with a wave of its claws, some shadows started forming on the ground ahead of it, and soon, they were bubbling and merging together, and started forming shapes.

"[i]Just wait, little one."[/i] It said as the shadows started forming familiar shapes "[i]I'll get you, and I'll kill anyone who dares to stand in my way!"[/i] It almost roared, and it let out a loud, scary laughter which echoed all across the cave and could even be heard outside of it.

Nothing was going to get on his way.