Chomper woke up in sweat. Another nightmare, he thought. He looked at his friend Ruby, who was sleeping soundly nearby. She looked so peaceful, unlike him. The nightmare was one of the valley. It was covered in fire, with screaming, roaring, and blood.
Chomper looked at the ground, worrying about it. He had been having these nightmares for several days now. It was changing him. He had become withdrawn, tired, and skittish. His friends noticed the change, and tried to help him.
He lied that he was having visions of his parents to not worry them. It wasn't all a lie though. He saw them running, fleeing for their lives in the face of a pack of sharpteeth. Not just any pack, a pack containing dozens of sharpteeth, of all types.
Such a pack had only existed for one time. During the Great War. Sharpteeth did live in groups, packs, or prides. They were usually just a small amount to over 50 sharpteeth. These packs had gathered together for protection, but the pack's personality varied massively.
Chomper's parents headed a pack of about 24, on the island they used to live on. When Redclaw's Blood Pride attacked it, they were forced to flee. Chomper's parents had Ruby's parents, also residents of the island, take Chomper to the Great Valley where he'd be safe.
Chomper hadn't heard anything from his parents, but he held out hope atleast some of his pack had made it. He couldn't sleep that much, so he walked deeper into the cave. Eventually he reached the part of the cave overlooking the mysterious Beyond.
That was the Flattooth name for it, to the rest of the world, it was known as Blood Mountains, named so due to Redclaw's pack. As he looked over it, he caught a glimpse of a flyer approaching.
It was a brown colored sharptooth flyer, and when it spotted him, it dived. Chomper ran as the flyer nearly caught him. What was going on? He had never seen this flyer, why was it attacking him like this?
The flyer got up, and looked around. "Where are you, little biter?" The flyer asked in Flattooth. Chomper's heart skipped a beat. How could this flyer speak english? The flyer looked around some more, but another flyer soon landed next to the brown one.
"Sierra, what is it? You know Darkclaw doesn't want us to attack the valley yet? Not without Infantry support." Rinkus, the other flyer asked Sierra. "I saw that little brat Redclaw keeps going on about, he was here." Sierra replied.
Rinkus frowned. "Darkclaw said he wanted the little sharptooth alive! And you know he wants one of his Assassins to capture him!" Rinkus warned. Sierra growled in frustration. He and Rinkus were part of the Recon Division, the intelligence portion of the Army.
The eyes and ears of the army, they called it. But this wasn't where Sierra wished to be, he wanted to be part of the Airborne Division, the flyer unit that would fight the flyers of the Great Valley. Recon, healing, attack, these divisions were made up of various sharpteeth trained for certain tasks.
Recon was made up of 10 flyers who would split up and scout areas and then relay information back to Darkclaw. The healing division provided assistance to the wounded or sick, but were usually sharpteeth to weak, to young, or to old to fight in the attack corps.
The attack corps was made up of four divisions of 10 sharpteeth each, that served as the core of the army, and was specially trained to fight viciously, and without mercy. Then there was the best of the best, the assassins corps. This was a teamed of specially trained sharpteeth who could survive for months at a time on their own, and could stay in locations undetected for just as long.
Then there were the 15 officers of the pack. These sharpteeth were the best of the best, and were veterans of the previous war, and commanded the divisions. The highest ranking officer in the pack were the Generals. Three existed, Redclaw, Bladefang, and Darkclaw.
This structure kept the army organized and powerful, but it also made the army hard to manage, so divisions were named by numbers, for example, 6th division.
Sierra grumbled as he and Rinkus flew back to report on their findings, hoping that this might earn them a place in the Airborne division.
