Prologue
"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.
Author's Note:
Yes, I have returned. And this new story marks a different direction I decided to take with one of my first original characters- Fyn, the Amargasaurus. I'm working with something I like to call "plausible canon," in which the events that take place in the story could very well have happened alongside canon, since they have no impact on the outcome. This story now takes place almost three decades after the show ended. To those loyal readers who've patiently waited for me- thank you. I never forgot you. To those new to my stories- welcome aboard.Let's journey to the Land Before Time, shall we?