Unite, Prevail

Chapter Two: Official Introductions

Unite, Prevail

(Disclaimer: 'The Land Before Time' belongs to Universal, Don Bluth, and every other original owner. My characters belong to me. This is for show, not dough.)

Author's Note: To be more clear on how Digger came to be in Littlefoot's herd and family, before her and several siblings were born, her parents were caught in a skirmish with a pack of 'egg-stealers'. They were going for the eggs. In the midst of the fight, most of the eggs were destroyed. The two oviraptors were mortally wounded and couldn't keep up much of a fight against the five eggsnatchers (I forgot their real name). Before long, the two collapsed from exhaustion, shock, and blood loss. The eggsnatchers ate their fill and scurried off. The two oviraptors began slowly bled out. Under dead weeds and bracken was the slightly scuffed egg of Digger. Several days passed and the bodies of her parents were beginning to decay. She struggled to hatch as the hatchling lied there sprawled out and weak from hatching. She soon got into a small rumble with a desperate compsognathus, recieving a horrible scratch on her left cheek. She could've died but the small dinosaur was scared off when Littlefoot's mother happened to be in the area. The apatosaurus came upon the aftermath of Digger's fallen family and her crying in confusion and pain from the scratch on her face. Taking pity on the hatchling, Lotus (that's the name I gave her) brought her to her parents where they reluctantly agreed to take her in. Littlefoot soon became fond of his now adoptive sibling and they grew into younglings as great friends, though different kinds. Lotus didn't want to see the little oviraptor perish like her family, so she soon had decided to take her under her wing and adopt her. Hope that clears things up. Tragic, but hey, the first movie was all about that stuff and even had some scenes taken out of it because some of it's makers thought it was too dark and depressing for younger viewers and the lighthearted. Look it up if ya don't believe my claims. :P

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Chapter Two: Official Introductions

Night had began to fall as the herd settled down in exhuastion. Littlefoot slept close to the warmth of his mother's neck with his Tree Star on his back as Digger was sprawled out on Lotus's head. Their grandparents lied not to far away from them. Gentle snores and whistles filled the dim air. Digger had began having trouble sleeping. She was usually the last to fall asleep. Peeling open her eyes, the fastrunner decided to take a small walk to see if that would help her drowsiness.

Sliding gently off of her mother's head, the fastrunner saugntered away in the night. It began to get a bit chillier without the warmth of her family. Maybe she should go back and warm up and that'd help her fall asleep. No. Walking is better. The cold air will lull one to sleep. It numbed the body, heart, and mind. Of course it would help! Digger nodded determinedly as she trekked across the barren terrain. She glimpsed up at the sky. Dim. No moon. No lights in the sky. Just like any other night. Bleak and dark and cold. Maybe... she should go back. Digger only shook her head as she turned back into her former direction.

Fluffing out the feathers lining her body, the fastrunner huffed as she continued her mighty march in the night. Sniffing the air for entertainment, Digger caught the scent of something interesting. It smelt like a... dinosaur. Not a rock. Or a bug. Or a plant. Or water. Or that crisp air smell. Like some... dinosaur. Not a plant-eater. Just... some kind of dinosaur. Enticed, Digger began to track the dinosaur. Possibly... could it be another fastrunner? Or a both-eater like her? Only one way to find out. Continuing along the trail, the fastrunner suddenly felt the earth crumble beneath her as she tumbled in the dim light. A bit scuffed up as she finally rolled to a stop, Digger shook herself and stood. Her neck was a bit sore from straining in akward angles on her fall, but otherwise, she was fine.

She glanced around. A few dead undergrowth here and there. Looking behind her, she could tell that she had fallen into some kind of basin or pit of some sort. The scent of the mystery dinosaur was sharper. It seemed a bit different now that she was closer... like... a fear scent? Wait... fear scent? Confused, Digger followed along a narrow rift south of the basin wall. Her claws tapped and clicked against the rocky ground, reverberating off the walls of the rift. Scenting the air once more, Digger realized that is wasn't quite a fear scent, but rather... more of a reek of distress. Something was in danger!