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The Legacy Before Time: Journey To America by Rhonda Petrie

Days of Our Lives & Land Before Time Xover Rated: T, English, Parody & Adventure, Stefano D., Words: 11k+, Published: 9-13-10 Updated: 9-17-10
2 Chapter 2: Death & Friendship

Author's Notes:

Okay, here's the second chapter! This is where the plot really takes off! This is going to be a bit longer than Chapter 1, since I'm combining all of the scenes of Littlefoot's first meeting with Cera, their first confrontation with Sharptooth and Littlefoot's mother's death from fighting off the enormous juggernaut. I will also put in all of the musical numbers to heighten the tense mood in this story and things will get scary as they heat up.This will also feature the epic fight between Marlena Evans and Stefano DiMera, which is even more interesting in itself since they have a complicated history together and Stefano was actually obsessed with her.

So basically the summary of this chapter will be that Lee and Rhonda first meet but then they are forced to be separated by both Marlena and Julia when Julia confronts the older woman about her daughter playing with her own daughter. Marlena then is forced to explain to her daughter the racial tensions between the various herds and also a special animosity between the Salemites and Southerners. I know it's kind of hard to imagine Lee as a Southerner at times since she doesn't look like one due to her dark skin tone and of course her accent but again this is a parody and I'm here to make fun of this movie even though it is one of the best cartoon movies of all time.

Be warned. This chapter will get very sad later on, so feel free to get a couple of Kleenex tissues and dabble your eyes a little bit while reading this. And those of you that are either Days fans or Marlena fans in general, please do not kill me because I honestly don't have anything against Marlena; I think she is a very interesting and compelling character with a wise and kind heart but this is The Land Before Time we're talking about and Littlefoot does lose his mother at this point so please do not converge into a lynch mob and try to kill me as I'm writing this. Please. I got too many issues right now and I don't need a lynch mob after my tail. Thank you.

And oh yes! I must also point out that I was inspired to write this after reading Titanic Disaster's Land Before Time parody, which was excellent by the way, with an interesting choice of characters; I'm so sorry that I forgot to put that in the first chapter but I was in such a rush to post this and yeah. Anyways, now you know how I managed to get my inspiration for this particular story in the first place.

Read and review!

R.P.

Chapter 2 – Death & Friendship

6 months have passed and the land was just the same as before, lifeless, dry, barren, and very lacking in food resources. More and more trees were deprived of their leaves and were left naked and exposed in the hot, scorching, sweltering heat. The waters glistened with a kind of dark and poisonous shimmer with traces of toxic waste still accumulating in the surface.

As the dusty winds propelled through the dead lands and tossed around some tumbleweed, sticks, twigs and other debris, Doug, Julie, Marlena and young Rhonda were following the enormous herd through the deserted streets of London in search of food, which was not successful.

Despite of her difficult and harsh circumstances, Rhonda had grown up into a beautiful and stunning young longneck, with a brilliant, luminous and dazzling ruby hue on her body as well as dark, dull and rusty maroon markings on her head, back and legs; she also had sparkling azure eyes and a pink underbelly.

However, due to the dull, harsh glare of the sunlight radiating the reddish-orange sky, Rhonda's body was a dusky, deep, dark magenta and her bright eyes shone well in the musky afternoon. She was busy scavenging through the neighborhood with her mother, looking for leaves to eat and all she could find was dung, dry, crisp leaves, and stray twigs. There seemed to be no fresh leaf in sight in any of those trees.

"Marlena, I'm hungry; when are we going to get something to eat?" Rhonda whined pitifully as she trudged along exhaustedly and the middle-aged psychiatrist turned around to glance at her daughter before answering.

"I'm hungry too, dear, but you know that there is not enough to eat for everyone. We must gather up what we can and eat whatever we can," was her reply. Rhonda then picked up a twig from the ground and started to chew on it incessantly as she bit and grind on it hard and swerved around to peer at her quizzically.

"Mother, why did you choose to have me even though you knew the nuclear holocaust was coming?" Rhonda asked questioning. Marlena sighed and gazed at her daughter intently before speaking. "I knew things were getting bad since tensions were rising between the democratic and communist countries. They were gathering up as many nuclear missiles as they possibly could and the president was urging everyone to take shelter in nuclear shelters in their homes to hide out the nuclear attack, but no one would listen."

...

"The federal scientists also developed technology that enabled us to travel through all kinds of universes and made several press conferences exhorting the people to head out to Washington to get into the teleporter machine to leave this planet; again people refused. And by the time the missiles rained down upon much of the countries, including Great Britain, we were too late."

"Your Uncle Doug, Aunt Julie and I were forced to retreat to our nuclear shelter and hide there while the chaos raged on. We could hear loud, crashing explosions ring in the air that were louder and deafening than thunder and were exploding in such a loud volume I thought my ears would go deaf. I even thought on a couple of occasions that I saw brief flashes of light permeate through the walls as the explosions raged on and bombarded much of our neighborhood. By the time the holocaust ended, millions of people were dead, the wildlife had vanished practically into thin air, and our very survival was put into jeopardy."

...

"There were many others that were not so lucky; hundreds of dinosaurs were killed on impact because they had tried to flee the bombardment and failed to find appropriate shelter. Thousands of others became ill and died within a matter of days while several others miscarried their young, including a couple of friends of mine."

"As it turned out, our apartment building was completely demolished and contaminated with radiation fallout so the moment we stepped out of our shelter, we were exposed. We also had no choice but to drink what was left of the contaminated water and whatever food we could find."

"I was afraid I had lost you since the toxic radiation was supposed to kill you while you were still in my womb; therefore you can imagine my surprise when I laid your egg and I discovered that your shell was still intact, but just barely. I was so careful not to let your egg break that I shielded you with my body and never let you out of my sight. Your Uncle Doug and Aunt Julie had to fetch some green food to prevent me from starving to death. The day you were born was one of the happiest days of my life; however, my heart was heavy at the fact that your father was not around to witness it."

"Who was my father, Marlena?" Rhonda inquired curiously. "Your father was John Black, and he was a great man; I have been married to him for a long time and at the time the nuclear holocaust occurred, he wanted another child and I agreed, just to ensure that our species would survive. After we got together to have you, he departed with the rest of his herd and went off to search for America himself. I never saw him again."

The two longnecks stopped walking for a few moments as Marlena gazed up to watch a small cluster of cherry blossoms flutter in the wind; the older woman smiled to herself as she relived memories of her long time husband, whom she had thought to be Roman Brady before his identity was eventually revealed. But a frown soon crossed her expression as she peered down to face her daughter.

...

"There is also something I must tell you. Your Uncle Doug was divorced from your Aunt Julie for a while because they were having marital problems. During that time period, a woman by the name of Vivian Alamain arrived in Salem with her manservant Ivan Marais not only in search of Byron's fortune but also to gain some inheritance from Stefano DiMera in exchange for working for him."

"For a while Vivian was showering Doug with lavish gifts and praise and she gave all her attention to him. I knew something was wrong because I saw a devious gleam in her eyes and Vivian also pulled all kinds of deceptive tricks to keep her tracks covered so Doug would not suspect a thing. She gave him everything he ever wanted and did whatever he asked, and although he was befuddled and perhaps a little suspicious by her extreme zeal, he was also enamored with her charm, grace and her company."

"Eventually he made plans to marry her but one day he stumbled upon some documents in his office and found that Vivian took out some life insurance on him and was plotting to kill him by putting arsenic and thallium into his food and drink and once Doug was dead, Ivan would help her dispose of the body by burning it with an accelerant and gasoline so they can collect the insurance and the inheritance from his late half-brother."

"Doug was so infuriated and so horrified by what he had discovered that he confronted Vivian about it later; she denied everything and Doug would not hear the end of it. He decided to break things off with her and throw her – and Ivan – out of the house for good and run off to find Julie."

"In a matter of months Vivian and Ivan were homeless and were back in Stefano's ploy while Doug and Julie were reunited and were about to get married again. However, Vivian was not through with Doug yet, because she still loved him; she stormed into the wedding uninvited and begged him to take her back, but he adamantly refused. Spurned and infuriated by his rejection, Vivian threw a fit by demolishing the entire room and took out her rage on Ivan."

"It was then that Stefano told Vivian to cease her pursuit of Doug, and Vivian reluctantly agreed. However, she continued to terrorize the couple for close to two years. Then the Salem Strangler crisis happened; many people were killed during the onslaught and Detective Roman Brady had to look out for me while investigating Stefano's activities. My twin sister Samantha was also murdered with me as the intended target. Eventually Vivian had to flee Salem altogether along with Ivan and move to Michigan."

"But it was then that a young Belgian-Russian immigrant came in town during the midst of the chaos, and brought in her daughter with her. Her name was Ferra Baptista, and she proved to be one of Salem's most prominent seductresses and prostitutes. Ferra fell madly in love with Doug and was madly pursuing him while having to compete with Julie. She was also very cunning, brilliant and deceptive and used her feminine wiles to charm him into sleeping with her. However, her plans would backfire because Julie would be up to her tricks and would foil them. The most interesting about her was that she was never after financial gain like Vivian was; she just wanted sex, love and attention."

"However, she was often in the company of women and also liked to be in their company. There are rumors abound that she may be bisexual, but that remains to be seen."

...

Marlena then snatched one of the cherry blossoms from a stray branch and lowered it down slowly as a drop of dew twinkled in the golden sunlight and set it down next to Rhonda. "Wow," she breathed in awe as she examined it closely and found that it had a string of forget-me-nots and a sunflower petal on it. Rhonda then flicked the cherry blossom up in the air with her snout and began to bounce it around on her head and tail as it leaped up and down her body while she circled around like an excited dog.

Rhonda shrieked in sheer delight as she rolled around in the dry, dusty sand and tossed up the cherry blossom just in time to flip over on her back and watch the tiny, cup-shaped flower hover slowly on her belly. Doug and Julie chuckled in amusement as Marlena looked on lovingly at her little girl.

But then Rhonda heard a sudden growly roar and she sat up and perked her head to detect the source of the sound. "What is it, Rhonda?" Marlena asked her daughter inquisitively as Rhonda quickly bounded for the row of buildings in her path and dashed right through them before she raced wildly through the wild moors in search of the sound. "Be careful, Rhonda! Don't go too far!" Marlena cried out after her as Rhonda broke into a fast sprint and galloped for a huge boulder in the midst of the wild moors while barely hearing her mother's words.

...

Meanwhile in the wild moors, a dark, dusty, mahogany threehorn with a slight luster and hue of copper was busy charging and smashing her head against the huge boulder that lay out in front of her.

She was none other than Lee, and in the past six months had gone from a tiny newborn to triple her size. Lee also had the most stunning and gorgeous emerald eyes with a touch of honey/hazel irises and her small, stubby horn was as shiny and radiant as a pearl; her enormous, wide, rugged frills were outlined by a dark, bold line and were scrunched up like an accordion.

Lee also had a slender, lean, robust build and an angular, rounded, yet oval-shaped face; despite of her stocky and husky build, however, she was considered to be the most attractive and beautiful threehorn in the neighborhood, with more than half of the kids that were born long before the nuclear holocaust infatuated with her.

However, Lee was not interested in any of the boys and sometimes girls that flocked over to meet her and even if she did, which was unlikely, Julia would bar them from dating her young daughter, calling them "pedophiles" and "dirty, filthy swine". Little did she know though that she was about to have a date with destiny.


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