The Heir of T'nar

[Michael50210]

Found out my story was in the wrong place so I'm reposting it here. Maybe I'll get more views :happy:

[Michael50210]

Rights go to the creators of LBT, World of Warcraft, and any other fanatsy writer whoe type of material I could be using.
The story of creation is as follows.

Twenty thousand years ago, the Great Father, while passing through the newly-formed solar system, wanted to create a planet with life. For this, he created ten mighty beings, lesser Gods, to shape the world and bring life onto the planet. They were:
T’nar- eldest and most powerful of the children, creator of the Longnecks; male
K’tha- second, and creator of the Threehorns; male
T’kal- third, and creator of the Sharpteeth (the big ones); male
Na’ra- fourth, creator of the Swimmers, and only one who can see into the future; female
D’naj- fifth, creator of the Fast Runners; male
Ja’kal- sixth, creator of the Fliers; male
Than’dak- seventh, creator of the Domeheads; male
Naf’po- eighth, creator of the Fast Biters; male
Hek’dan- ninth, creator of the Spiketails; male
Aq’juk- tenth, creator of the Clubtails; male

These ten created even more lesser beings to aid them in creating the world, resulting in creatures like the finned-swimmers, and the tinysaurs. When the Job was done, the Great Father allowed his children to live among their creations if they wished, and even permitted them to have families. And the Great Father left, trusting the well-being of the planet to T’Nar, the eldest of the ten, and the most good-natured of them all. For ten thousand years, there was peace on the planet, and the ten main races enjoyed much prosperity in all culture, technology, and society.
But the peace ended in a disastrous turn of events.

For reasons unknown, T’nar’s brothers betrayed him. They told the Great Father that T’Nar meant to overthrow him, and “proved” it by having Na’ra exlain a vision she had had, a vision of death and destruction at the hands of T’Nar. Enraged, the Great Father cast T’nar down into the earth, stripping him of many of his powers and forbidding him to leave the planet. Heartbroken, but still good-willed, T’nar tried to please his father, and for another decade it seemed that he would succeed. But Na’ra’s vision of doom still persisted, and the remaining brothers pleaded to the Great Father to wipe out T’Nar and his creations. After hours of begging, the Great Father relented, and T’nars traitorous brothers gathered their armies and began to purge the Longnecks from the world. After5 years of conquest, they arrived at T’Nar’s stronghold, the Great Valley, and challenged T’nar to emerge and face justice.

But during those five years, T’nar had not been idle. After receiving a warning from Na’ra, who was still faithful to him, T’nar had become deeply involved in dark and forbidden magic, and had become even more powerful than he had been before he had been cast down.

From his stronghold, T’nar let loose a terrible army of undead, armed and armored with dark gear created by T’nar himself. With his new powers, and his undying army, T’nar crushed the combined armies of his former brothers, and drove them back from his gates. With T’nar at its head, the horrible army spread out, killing everything they came upon and raising them as more soldiers for the Longneck God. One by one, T’nar personally killed his brothers, becoming ever stronger with their deaths. Soon, only T’kal remained, alone and outnumbered. Luckily for the living, the Great Father granted T’kal with much power, enough to rival T’nar’s evil. T’nal challenged T’nar to a duel, and outside T’nar’s stronghold, they fought. Their mighty struggle rent the land, and turned the area known as the Great Beyond into the desolate, forlorn region it is today. After days of endless conflict, T’nal struck his brother down, ending the Great War. But before he died, T’nar landed a dishonorable blow upon T’nal, and fatally wounded him. But to the Great Father, and all the races, it was an acceptable, if tragic, loss, for with T’nar dead, his army truly died, and the grim fortresses of T’nar crumbled into dust. Peace had all but returned to the scarred world, but tensions between the races came up, and many of their communities deteriorated, losing much of their advancements and resorting to primal instincts to survive.
None of this really mattered to the Great Father, however, for only one thing really troubled him. After counseling with Na’ra, T’nar learned of his demise, and did two things. First, he sent his family into to hiding, to protect them from the wrath of the surviving races. And second, he had put much of his power into his spirit, which allowed him to endure.

And ten thousand years of relative quiet passed.
But dark times are here again. A Sharptooth by the name of Grimclaw has united an army of sharpteeth, big and small, under his banner, and has set about conquering the world. Hundreds of locations have fallen to him, and only a few valleys are in his path for total domination. The violence has roused T’nar’s spirit, and he waits for his heir to emerge. And the Great father waits, ready to send T’nar back into the arms of death. All of these burdens rest of the shoulders of T’nar’s heir, and T’nar himself.
Will T’nar attempt to detroy all order, as he tried to do ten thousand years ago? Or has his rage cooled during his ten thousand years of waiting?

[Hitman H94]

See you found the right place

[Michael50210]

Yea, thaks. Now it even has a title.

[Michael50210]

Chapter one (officially)


“This was too easy” Lieutenant Bluetooth (lol) said as smoke from the burning valley below filled the sky, “They didn’t even put up a fight. They just tried to run away.” “That’s probably why they’re called “yellow bellies”, Lieutenant” General Scartail said, munching on a dead Yellow Belly, “Because they were cowards. Why are you upset about it, anyway?” “I joined this army because I wanted to fight, sir” the Lieutenant replied, “Not to kill defenseless imbeciles.” “Is that so?” the General said, wiping his mouth and standing up, “Well, perhaps you’re next assignment should satisfy you. Have you heard of the Great Valley, Lieutenant?” Lieutenant Bluetooth whirled around, his eyes wide and his jaw open. “Y-you want me to take it, sir?” he said, unable to believe his ears. “I’ll take that as a “yes sir”” the General replied. Lieutenant Bluetooth regained his composure, drew his sword, and touched the tip to his chest, the formal salute of the Grand Sharptooth Army. “It would be my honor, sir.”

“Why are we here, Littlefoot?” Cera asked, as the gang looked upon a barren canyon, which was more devoid of life than the Great Beyond usually was. “I’m not sure, Cera. I just felt something calling to me, and it brought me here”, the Longneck replied, a little more snappy than he intended. All seven of them were tired, as Littlefoot had not allowed any of them to rest on the journey here. “What exactly were you told, Littlefoot?” Chomper inquired as he all but collapsed on a nearby rock. “Well, it didn’t really say anything” Littlefoot answered, “It just seemed to want me to come here.” “That figures”, Cera said, starting to take THAT tone again, “I think you’ve eaten too many sweetbubbles.” “Me too”, Petrie said, riding on Spike’s back with, both of whom nodded in agreement. “No, I haven’t” Littlefoot said, tired of all their complaining, “I’ve been hearing it in sleepstories (dreams) for the last week.” “If it’s a sleepstory, then it was a good idea to check it out”, Ruby said, cutting off another complaint from Cera. Thank you, Ruby, Littlefoot thought, as he planned on what to do now that they had arrived at the canyon.
I’m in the canyon.
“Huh?” Littlefoot asked, “Who said that?” “No one said anything”, Chomper said, starting to worry for his friend’s mental health. “Must have been the wind”, Littlefoot said, suddenly feeling the urge to enter the canyon, “You guys wanna go in the canyon?” “Haven’t we already come far enough?!” Cera yelled, angry and starting to consider ramming the Longneck. “Well, I’m going in” Littlefoot said. Then, with a grin, he said “You can come along, if you’re not too scared”, and started to run down the path. That always gets them, he thought as he heard some small talk, then feet scrambling down after him.

Ten minutes later
“Split up, I said” Littlefoot mumbled as he wondered around in the eastern part of the canyon, “Not one of my best ideas.” He had told the gang that they should split up so that they could cover more ground and search the four parts of the canyon faster. Unfortunately, there were seven of them, which meant that someone had to go it alone. And they had all voted him. “Maybe I am a bit crazy”, he muttered, as he navigated yet another turn in this darned canyon.
No, you’re not crazy
“And there’s the wind again”, Littlefoot said, wondering if he should turn back.
I’m not the wind
“Huh?”
Come here, young one
I must be losing it, Littlefoot thought as he neared a peculiar-looking stone. It was marked in weird lines, and didn’t look like it belonged here (Dinos can’t read regular writing, much less ancient runes). “I wonder what this is”, Littlefoot muttered, fascinated with the strange lines. Then they began to glow a sick green.
Littlefoot had enough time to think, Uh-oh, before the light flashed and an unknown forced smacked him into unconsciousness. And the last thing he heard was a deep voice in his head.
I knew one of my heirs would find me

[Michael50210]

Bout itme I got this out.

I feel lonely.

[ItsVaderTime]

Sounds eerily similar to LOTR.

[Michael50210]

Yeah, I'm using elements from LOTR and other fantasies as support.

[Michael50210]

Just realized something. In many other fanfics, and in the show and movies, the age of the LBT guys aren't really covered...
So, I;ve decided to make everyone in the gang (minus chomper) about 15, with Chomper about 14. They've grown a bit, but are still small compared to everyone else around them.

[Michael50210]

Srry for such a long delay, I'll have the next chapter up relatively soon, so put those pitchforks away