"I beg of you, don't do this."
"I'm sorry- there's no other way."
"The Valley exists! Others have seen it!"
"You are delirious- your poisoned words will not foul our herd."
"This land is death, don't you understand that?! The waves will come again- bigger next time! The Farwalkers said they've seen it before!"
"The Outsiders seek nothing more than to disrupt the peace we have he-"
"No! You lie! I will not have my children grow up in the shadow of the Big Water."
"You want to find this mythical Great Valley? Go ahead. But know this- you will never be welcome here again."
"When I return, we will see what weight your words hold over mine. They all know it's only a matter of time before the waves return. This Great Valley is not a myth. And if you can't see that, then you have truly given up."
"Chase your Valley, then. Chase it to the end of this land, as a mirage. I don't expect your return, Outcast."
"No, I suppose you don't. That's up to fate to decide."
And with those final words, the lone Sailneck turned to the vast, empty Drylands ahead of him, turning his back on his home for the last time.
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To Tread Upon Fields Afar
FanfictionNow available on Wattpad, my love letter to the Land Before Time franchise, three years in the making. When two young Amargasaurus siblings hear that their missing father may have reached his destination years ago, they set off on his cold trail to...
