Hey, guys! Before we start this chapter, I just want to say that I'm taking a little break from my Tmnt fanfics because I've kinda lost interest in them. For now I'm gonna be focussing on this story and do a few more stories before I get back to them. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6: Awakening

Cera was not happy. To say she was upset would be a bit of an understatement. It had been a while since she left Littlefoot and Chomper, but her resentment towards them still stayed even as she descended down the gorge, heading into a large underground cavern. Small bits of light peeked down through the cracks in the ceiling, illuminating the cavern in a dim glow.

The young three-horn grumbled to herself as she leapt from a wide ridge that jutted out from the wall onto a small piece of rock before jumping onto another thin ridge. As her feet landed on the ridge, she swore she felt that the ridge didn't even feel like rock, rather more like smooth skin. However, she brushed this off, her head still in the clouds of resentment.

"What makes them so special?" She questioned, her angry mutterings echoing throughout the cavern. It was blasphemous, different species traveling together? Bah! She didn't need anyone, not from a long-neck, and especially not from a dirty monstrous sharp-tooth. Cera gave a small huff, if she was in Littlefoot's place, she would have left that sharp-tooth to fend for himself. "I can find my own way to the Great Valley, all on MY own!"

Cera was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice how the ridge she was standing on suddenly descended in a very steep hill. Her foot slipped forward, snapping her out of her negative thoughts as she forced herself to regain her balance. Looking around, the shafts of light painted ominous shadows on the walls. The pointed rocks on the ceiling of the cavern jutting out like poisoned teeth ready to rip the flesh from the bones of they're victims.

Though not willing to admit it, something about the place made Cera feel uneasy. Not just the spooky shadows, but rather something else that she couldn't quite put her paw on it.

As she observed her surroundings, her fear slowly creeping in, Cera took a step back and gasped as she clumsily slipped and lost her footing. The young three-horn tumbled down the steep hill, rolling down like a rock before landing on her belly at the side of the hill.

Cera shook her head of her dizziness and stood up to her feet, her pride dented a bit. She then shook her whole body, shaking the dirt off her skin. Darn hill, how could she be so clumsy? A strong three-horn would be smart about this and not slip and fall.

She turned towards the hill to childishly yell at when she managed to get a better look at it. The hill that she had tumbled down didn't look like a hill at all. The top most part of it had a long thick tail between two giant tree-like things that appeared to have... clawed-feet?

Cera's heart backflipped into her stomach as a slow feeling of dread began to seize. The young-horn quickly realized that this was not a hill at all. She looked further down the 'hill' she had slipped on, noticing two tiny arms with equaling tiny claws sticking out. The light protruding through the ceiling began to expand as she looked to the bottom of the fake hill.

And what she saw made her blood run cold and her heart nearly stopped beating.

Right there in front of her was a giant head flipped upside down, eyes closed with rock-like eyelids. But the most terrifying was the large gaping maw lined with rows of seemingly thousands of razor sharp teeth that made Cera recognize the creature instantly.

It was Sharptooth!

Cera stood there, frozen with fear. Her legs trembled and her eyes shook as she gazed upon the monster, her heart beating a million miles a minute. She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't move. She wanted to scream, but her breath caught in her throat. It was soon becoming hard for her to even breath as she was so petrified.

It was only when a small pebble fell from the ceiling and hit the ground did Cera finally find her voice.

Cera screamed at the top of her lungs in terror as she quickly turned tail and dashed behind a nearby boulder. She got down on her belly, trying frantically to keep her body behind the large boulder, covering her eyes with her paws and tucking her tail between her legs. She waited for Shaprtooth to get back up, to hear that earth shaking stomping, the sound of those gnashing teeth, and the loud blood-curdling roar.

To her surprise, nothing happened.

Summoning what remained of her courage, Cera slowly peeked out from behind the boulder and gazed at the massive biter. Sharptooth lay flat on his back, his tail draped over a pillar of rocks that had fallen during the great earth-shake. His small arms sticking up in the air like dried up tree branches on a fallen log.

But more importantly, to the young three-horn's relief, the monster was completely unmoving, eyes shut, limbs hanging limply, not even any signs of breathing.

Cera, feeling more bold, walked right up to the monster's seemingly dead body. Still, Sharptooth did not move. Now being brash, she stuck her tongue out her mouth and blew a raspberry tauntingly. She continued the taunt as she began ramming her little horn into his snout.

"Not so tough now, are ya?" She asked, feeling cocky.

Overflowing with confidence, Cera backed up and got ready to charge.

Steady...

She scraped her foot against the ground and her muscles tensed as she lowered herself down.

Ready...

She lifted her horn up, growling a bit through gritted teeth, her tail wagging behind her in eager anticipation.

Now!

Cera charged forward, her legs moving faster than any fast-runner's, her head low but her horn up high. She aimed straight for Sharptooth's eye, intending to impale it with her horn. Already she could the glory she was about to gain and a hint of a smile grew on her lips as she drew closer and closer to the monster.

However, that proved to a big mistake.

As she was within inches of the terrible beast, Sharptooth's eye suddenly snapped open, showing her reflection in the eye of the monster!

Cera's eyes widened and she let out a scream as she came to screeching halt, just stopping inches away from the predator's bright orange eye.

Her earlier confidence now completely demolished, the only thing that came to Cera's mind was to run. And so she did as she turned around, nearly slipping on the dirt before running away from the beast as fast as she could.

Sharptooth felt weak as he turned himself over, growling lowly as he shook the pain from his throbbing head. As he shifted to his feet, he sniffed the air intently, quickly recognizing the scent.

It was that little female three-horn he had encountered the other day. The scent made the memories of the previous night resurface. Anger within fueled his frenzy. His prey, that little long-neck brat, wouldn't have escaped had his mother not intervened.

But then the monster's thoughts shifted again, and a new anger even stronger than the last filled him.

It was that insolent little sharp-tooth child traveling with those long-necks. A member of his own kind betraying him. Siding with those pitiful leaf-eaters which he called food.

However, the biter knew the mother long-neck's wounds were most likely fatal. She must have succumbed to them by now. That thought gave him some peace of mind. What fueled that peace for him was now her little ones were defenseless.

Even if one of them was a sharp-tooth like him, they wouldn't dare try to defend themselves against the scariest dinosaur of them all.

Following the strong scent of the young three-horn, Sharptooth gingerly maneuvered through the large cavern and out into the open. The Bright Circle was high in the sky and shining brightly through the thin, wispy clouds.

He sniffed the air again and quickly caught scent of the three-horn again. And to his luck, he also caught the scent of the long-neck and the little sharp-tooth.

The three-horn was fleeing in their direction.

A deep, guttural, growl escaped the beast's throat.

He was ready for revenge, for blood to be spilled. The blood of the insolent children who had dared to try and escape him.

He would kill the long-neck first, the one he wanted to eat in the first place. And he would make sure his end wasn't swift. He would make it slow and painful, ending the little long-neck's life with terror.

He would go after the little sharp-tooth next. After he killed the long-neck, he would take the little sharp-tooth and teach him the proper ways of being a biter, saving him from the brainwashing of those dastardly leaf-eaters.

His mouth watered as he imagined the taste of the long-neck's flesh.

He would taste it very soon.

His blood-shot eyes glistened with malicious and savage intent as he set out on his journey towards his fleeing prey.

Done. Sorry for the short chapter, but this is all I could do for now. So I hope you like it!