Let Your Heart Guide You  Space. The pitch-blackness, the
silence, the harsh cold, the unforgiving deadness. An
environment unfriendly to anything living, to be sure. This is
where our story begins. One could argue that the forging of the
true, deep, undying friendship of Littlefoot and Fyn began here,
in this most inhospitable of environments, with the start of a
single event- an event which triggered the greatest catastrophe,
and possibly the most trying times the Great Valley ever knew.
It started out small, almost insignificant, but gradually grew,
as all things do, into the problem that would soon face the
Great Valley.  The sequence of events started with a collision:
two chunks of space-rock colliding on their paths through the
galaxy smashed together silently, but with a magnificent visual
display nonetheless- if anyone had been around to see it. When
the rock behemoths crashed together, chunks of rock spewed out
in all directions with fantastic speed, unhindered by any force,
but guided by their own