"Mother!"Littlefoot blinked the rain out from his eyes, and scanned the dark area around him."Mother!"He called again; pausing for a few seconds. Littlefoot looked to the ground before him. There was a ledge about a foot wide that ledge further into the area where Littlefoot had seen his mother fall. To get over it, however, he would have to jump, but for a dinosaur of his size, it would be no easy task. Littlefoot braced himself, and made the jump. He made it partially onto the ledge, but he slipped due to the slick surface. After a few seconds of struggling, Littlefoot hauled himself up onto the ledge and sighed. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any more jumps like this.

"Mother? Where are you?"Littlefoot yelled again, and was rewarded with noise. He whipped around, and found his mother lying on her side on top of a rock ledge. He raced down the rocky slope toward the giant Apatosaurus."Mother?"Littlefoot said, making her open her eyes a bit and gasping in pain."Please get up." "I'm..."She said, shifting her leg to stand."Not sure I can, Littlefoot." "Yes, you can. Get up."Littlefoot pleaded, watching his mother get about halfway to her feet. The muscles in her legs strained with effort, but she collapsed again, crumbing the ledge under her. Her head lay near a tiny river trickling down to parts unknown. Littlefoot lay on the other side of it, with a look of sorrow on his face.

"Dear, sweet Littlefoot..."His mother said, opening her eyes a bit."Do you remember the way to the Great Valley?"Littlefoot sniffed, trying to keep the tears that were threatening to fall under control."I guess so...but why do I have to know, you're gonna be with me."He said. His mother chuckled a bit as a warm smile graced her features."I'll be with you. Even if you can't see me."Littlefoot was puzzled."What do you mean if I can't see you?"He asked, hearing his mother's breathing become more labored."I can always see you."She sighed, and shifted her head."Littlefoot, let your heart guide you."She said softly." It whispers. So listen closely."Littlefoot nodded, and waited for his mother to make another attempt to get up. She was still.

"Mother?"He said hesitantly."Mother?"Again, she did not stir. A small realization came to Littlefoot at that moment. His mother, who had loved and cared for him, provided as much food as she could in this barren land, and protected him and Cera from the ferocious Sharptooth...was gone.

A/N: I'm 17 years old, and yet the scene when Littlefoot's mom dies still makes me bawl my eyes out.