The Land Before Time: the Return of Sharptooth

The Morning

His left eye blinked in the bright sunlight. As he pushed himself up from the ground after a nights sleep, the great circle was beginning to rise and its rays were already peaking over the mountains. He stretched his legs out, working out the stiffness in his muscles. He moved his great eye toward the west, and saw the mountains known as the "Great Wall", as the plant-eaters called it. Beyond that, the Great Valley. That was his destination. Today, he would finally reach it, and once there, kill that insolent little longneck.

He started off, the earth shaking with each foot fall. He even looked down and saw the rock crack beneath his talons. Such power he felt coursing through his body, and as her grew closer and closer to the Great Valley he could only feel his excitement grow. Deep in his gullet, he felt a rumbling. He hadn't eaten anything for several days, as he was hoping to feast on the flesh of the young longneck. But now, he knew that he needed food. Even if just a little bit to hold him over until he got to the Valley.

Lifting his head into the air, he took in a deep breath, scenting the air. In the distance, a scent of another predator. Three of them, actually. As he continued to smell, he found that two of them were fast-biters, the third was a sharptooth like him. Fresh meat. He twitched his tail and tapped his two finger claws together in anticipation. He began moving again, faster this time. Following the scent of prey.

He came to rocks jutting up from the ground, creating a small wall. But the spaces between the rocks was enough to see. Peaking between the rocks with his only good eye, he saw the three carnivores. Finally getting close enough, he could hear the sounds of the three other carnivores growling amongst themselves.

Completely oblivious to his presence. Such a shame to the name that he himself had given to their race. The superior race. Calling on the power in his legs, he pushed against the ground and jumped over the rocks. Landing with a loud crash on the other side, cracking the rocks beneath his feet. He roared a terrific roar, loud enough to split the heavens.

The largest sharptooth snarled back at him, a light brown sharptooth with a horrific red scar going from his left eye down his arm and to his claw which actually made said claw red. "Who are you?" he growled. "Why are you here? This is our territory!"

"Your territory? Really, then I guess if I'm going to stay here then I'll just have to kill you."

"Kill me? HA! Do you know who you're talking to? I'm Redclaw! The deadliest sharptooth alive." Redclaw snarled. "No way a second rate lowlife like you can fight me and win."

"Then it's a good thing I'm no second rate, isn't it?" He opened his right eye slightly, showing the pale white eye beneath stricken with red veins. An eye that had been blinded long ago by a hatchling longneck with a thorn.

Redclaw looked over this new opponent, noting the deep green skin, his impressive size, and now coupled with this blind right eye. It was like a sky flash had gone off in his mind. Only one sharptooth was this big with such an eye. "No. That's impossible. You're supposed to be dead!"

A large toothy grin crept across the green sharptooth's face "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Then you really would be the best around. You, a pitiful disgust compared to the real thing, would've been the strongest sharptooth. But no, I still hold that title." He charged, mouth open and teeth ready to tear flesh. He was ready to taste blood.

"Hey, Chomper!" Littlefoot shouted into the cave. "Come on, Chomper! Ruby! Were are you?"

"Were coming!" Chomper shouted back. From the darkness, a small purple sharptooth came dashing toward the longneck. Behind him, a pink fast-runner came up behind. "What's everyone shouting about?"

"We've found a cave in the Great Wall. We're going to go inside and look around. Are you two coming?" Littlefoot asked.

"Yeah, of coarse." Chomper leapt to the ground, followed by Ruby. They fell in step behind Littlefoot.

"Hey, Littlefoot. Where is everyone else?" Ruby asked.

"They're already there, waiting for us." Littlefoot answered. "I just came back to get you two."

The three of them ran together until they found the new cave. Stepping inside, they walked down into the darkness. "Hey, Cera! Ducky, Petrie, Spike! Where are you guys?"

"Down here, Littlefoot!" Cera's voice called back. "We found something!"

"What?" Littlefoot shouted back.

"Just hurry up!" Cera screamed.

Littlefoot, Chomper, and Ruby ran deeper into the cave. A sliver of light appeared at the end. Standing near the opening at the back of the cave were Cera, Ducky, Petrie, and Spike. "What is it?" Littlefoot asked.

"Look." Cera motioned to the opening. Littlefoot walked over and stuck his head out. ON the other side, leaning against the mountain side was a single fast-biter. Screech.

"Aaahh!" Littlefoot shouted. He pulled his head back. "Let's get out of here!"

"Wait a minute." Ducky said. "Look at Screech. He looks hurt. Yes he does, yep, yep, yep."

Chomper walked over to the cave opening and stuck his head out. Indeed, Screech's left leg was dragging on the ground, leaving a trail of red behind it. His arm was dangling in a painful manner, a gash was cut across his back, bruises all over his face, and blood dripped from his mouth.

Chomper growled and clicked his teeth, speaking in sharptooth speech. As he talked, Screech growled and snarled back, until the fast-biter suddenly just collapsed. He sputtered and blood splashed from his mouth, before finally lying still. Chomper pulled his head back in and turned to the others. "He's dead."

"Dead?!" Ruby shouted. "What did he say?"

"He said, 'Help us. It's HIM. He's come back.'" Chomper said.

"Whose back?" Petrie asked. "Who are we talking about?"

"Um." Spike replied.

"We need to tell the grown-ups about this." Littlefoot said.