Ch 1. Prologue
(Author's Note: The first chapter is a narration, the rest of the story will be first and third person point of view)
It was a beautiful day in the Great Valley and Chomper was sitting in his favorite spot, in the middle of a small, privet meadow.
He has been living there for almost 4 years, and to him they have been the best in his life. He and his friends Littlerfoot a longneck, Cera a threehorn, Ducky a swimmer, Spike a spiketail, Petri a flyer, and Ruby a fastrunner, went on many great adventures, and when they weren't doing that they were all playing every day together. He had a safe home, good friends, and plenty of food to keep him fed.
That was up until recently.
It is true that for leaf eaters, or flat teeth, the Great Valley had all the grass, treestars, and water greens they could eat, but Chomper was different, he was a sharptooth, a meat eater.
The only reason he could stay was because he has friends that are flat teeth that live in the great valley. They had the Council promised that he would never eat meat, and Chomper was fully prepaired to keep that promise except for one little problem, he was growing and fast.
The normal diet of bugs, grubs, and buzzers that he had survived so long on were 'getting too small. They always fed him so why should they stop?' he thought. There was every type of bug that could be imagined for him to eat so there was no need to worried he gust needed to find the bigger ones.
He did just that, but every year he had to find more and more to eat, in the last year he had started to get thinner and weaker so he hadn't been playing much at all to save energy. Only every other day did he hang out with them, the rest of his time was spent sleeping and trying to find food.
One day Chomper was sitting and watching his friends play a game of pass the seed. It was tossed into the air while Petrie caught it in his talons and actually managed to fly off with it! 'WOW! Petrie has never been able to do that before! He sure has grown a lot.'
Then it hit him like a rock. Petrie had grown a lot, so had he and his other friends. His memories of when Cera's horns started to come through and when Littlefoot started to look down at Mr. Threehorn to make eye contact!
It dawned on him gust how much he had grown, he was only a few inches shorter than Ruby, who herself was about at shoulder height of a full grown fastbitter.
About half of his baby teeth had been replaced with his adult ones that give Sharpteeth their name, at first he had been proud of it but now he remembered what they were for and it filled him with a since of dread.
From that day forward Chomper spent more time searching for food, but as the cold time approached that was getting harder and harder to do. One day it came to a point that he had to explain to Ruby about not finding enough to eat and ask her for help. "You need help so help you I will!"
Ever since Ruby had been with Chomper she had taken care of him like an older sister or something, and strangely enough that is in a way how he thought of her, 'Like Ducky and Spike' he would sometimes thing to himself.
He swore that one day he would somehow re-pay her for what she has always done for him.
But even though he had a food crises on his hands there were some good things about living here for so long, most of the other valley residents have stopped pestering him for being a sharptooth, they figured that if he was going to do something that he would have done it by now so there were some things good going for him.
But his entire life would come crashing down on his head with the coming of the next cold time as he must face death in a way he never imagined before, because no matter who you are or what you do nobody can escape fate.
