Terror of The Sharptooth
Cera sat shivering by Tria's leg. Her whole body shook with fear and her teeth chattered. Not once had the idea of Sharptooth's return ever dawned on her. His horrible face still haunted her mind from time to time, although she never told anyone. Sometimes at night, Cera would jolt awake from a Sleep Terror about the Sharptooth. She never told anyone because she knew exactly what they would say. They would tell her that Sharptooth was dead, or that he could not hurt them anymore. But still; that eye. His blind eye would still look right at her, just as it did in that cave so long ago.
"We need to go back." Tria said. "Topsy is in trouble and we have to save him."
"She's right." Grandpa Longneck said. "We have to go."
"NO!" Cera shouted. "You can't! He'll kill you, too. No one can stop him."
"Cera, you may think it's him, but The Sharptooth is dead. You told us yourself how you and Littlefoot got rid of him." Grandma Longneck reasoned. "There is no way Sharptooth is alive."
"I don't know how either, but it was him. I saw his blind eye." Cera said in a hushed voice. "It could be no one else."
"In any case, we're going to find and help Mr. Threehorn." Grandpa said. With that, Grandpa and Grandma started thundering off to the forest.
"NO! Don't go! He'll kill you, too!" Cera shouted, but they paid no heed. The two elderly longnecks just moved forward into the trees.
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Sharptooth stood above the fallen body of the threehorn. A threehorn or not, he still provided little challenge for the carnivore. In fact, Sharptooth wasn't even hurt in the least from this fight. Killing this threehorn was almost too easy. Not even worth eating.
Not far away, he heard the sound of two more dinosaurs approaching. Large dinosaurs, from the sound of their footsteps. Longnecks. Sharptooth snarled in hatred. He hated longnecks above all other dinosaurs, and it wasn't just because of the hatchling that blinded his eye and almost killed him. He's detested longnecks for almost a hundred years.
He turned toward the oncoming longnecks, then stopped. He can't just go on a killing spree now that he was finally back in the valley. He still had to make sure that no one knew it was he who was here. Instead, he wanted the dinosaurs to seek him out rather than have to search for them himself. He turned back and dipped his feet in the blood from the threehorn's body. Then he walked away, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
As the adults follow the blood, the children will be left unguarded. Including the hatchling longneck. Now as he began to think, leaving the young threehorn alive was probably a good thing. Since she is alive, she will go to find her longneck friend and tell him the truth. If she did that, all Sharptooth would have to do was follow her and she would lead him to the longneck. It would work, it worked before in the cave years ago.
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Cera lay curled up by Tria's feet. She still shook, though not as violently as before. What was Sharptooth doing here? This was the question that flowed through her mind. After all these years, why was Sharptooth here now? An obvious answer presented itself, Sharptooth was here to kill them. And when he saw her he attacked violently, almost single mindedly like it was all he wanted in the world to see her dead.
It wouldn't surprise her, she did help push the bolder into the water. Her eyes grew large and she gasped. She helped push the bolder, but she wasn't the only one to do so.
"Littlefoot!" Cera blurted.
"What?" Tria asked.
"Sharptooth is here for Littlefoot! He has to be. Littlefoot was the one who blinded him and the one that planned how to kill Sharptooth. I have to find Littlefoot and tell him." Cera jumped to her feet and started running.
"Wait, Cera!" Tria cried. "I'm going with you. With a sharptooth running around the valley, whether or not it's Sharptooth himself, I'm still going to keep an eye on you." She moved after Cera to search for Littlefoot.
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Grandma and Grandpa longneck looked down with surprise and sadness at the body of their fallen friend. Topsy lay dead at their feet, his blood still warm. "How horrible." Was all Grandma could say, a tear rolled from her eye. "Now Cera has no one left in this world."
"That monster." Grandpa said. "This sharptooth will pay for what he's done." He looked down at the body and saw the bloody footprints leading away. "Sharpteeth are so stupid, it left a trail for us to follow. It probably got scared when it heard us coming and ran away in fear. Let's follow this trail and track it down."
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Sharptooth continued walking, the blood on his feet had wiped off by now. By leaving that trail for the longnecks to follow, he successfully led them in the wrong direction and was now going back. The scent of the young threehorn was still fresh in his mind, and her smell was strong in this valley. Already, she was moving, and with her the older female threehorn.
He moved off in the direction of the scent, still making sure to stay hidden in the trees. This was almost going to be too easy.
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"Littlefoot!" Cera cried as she ran. "Littlefoot! Where are you!?"
Littlefoot, who was playing with the others in the sheltering grass near the Sinking Sand, heard Cera calling. "Huh?" Littlefoot asked.
Ruby came racing through the grass and collided with Littlefoot. "HA. Caught you, Littlefoot. Littlefoot, you're caught. You're now it." She laughed.
"Wait a minute, Ruby, did you hear that?" Littlefoot asked.
"Hear what?" Ruby asked.
Duckey, Spike, Petrie and Chomper all stepped out of the grass and came up next to Littlefoot. "Yeah, what do you hear?" Petrie asked.
"I thought I heard Cera screaming." Littlefoot said. He stood up and stretched his neck out. "Cera!"
"Littlefoot! Where are you!?" Cera's voice shouted back.
"Me hear her." Petrie said.
"Cera! We're here by the sheltering grass!" Littlefoot called.
Cera came running from the woods and stopped short right in front of Littlefoot with Tria right behind her. "Run, guys! Sharptooth is here and he's after us!" Cera screamed. "The Sharptooth!"
"There's a sharptooth in the valley?" Littlefoot asked.
"Not just a sharptooth, The Sharptooth himself." Cera cried. "He's come back! I know it sounds impossible, but it was him!"
Littlefoot sighed and rolled his head. "Come on, Cera. We watched him die. There's no way he can be alive."
"That's what I thought, but it's him." Cera exclaimed.
"Cera, it's not okay to lie, no no no." Ducky remarked.
A booming footstep shook the earth beneath their feet. It was soon followed by another, and then another each growing closer. Then the trees by the sheltering grass exploded apart and the Sharptooth tore his way into the clearing, crushing the already fallen trees beneath his feet.
All seven of the children screamed in unison and turned to run. As they ran, the monster gave chase, catching up to them and stomping his foot down in front of them. He let out a ferocious roar that split the air, then looked down on the hatchlings, letting them see his blind eye.
Littlefoot gasped in horror. It WAS him. That was the same eye that got hit by the thorn in that thorn bush so long ago. This was THE Sharptooth, the one that killed his mother.
Sharptooth looked down at the longneck frozen in fear at his feet. Even his friends were too terrified to move. As Sharptooth scanned them, he saw that a young sharptooth was among them, just as scarred as the rest. He zeroed in on the tiny carnivore and snorted. Then he said in the sharptooth language, "translate for me." He then looked back at the hatchling longneck and started growling.
"He says, 'I've been looking for you. I was hoping that you could give me a better hunt than you did, like you did before. I will still feast on your flesh, tiny longneck.'" Chomper translated.
With that, Sharptooth threw his mouth open and brought it down towards the children. At that moment, a tail swung up and smashed against his head and sent him sprawling to the ground. Littlefoot twisted his head around and saw his grandfather and grandmother standing behind him. Grandpa was the one that hit Sharptooth with his tail.
"Leave my grandson alone!" Grandpa sneered.
Sharptooth flailed about on the ground before quickly righting himself. Without hesitation, he charged at the old longneck and snapped his jaws at its neck. The longneck reared back on his back legs and then brough his entire weight down on the predator. Sharptooth twisted with ease and dodged the longneck. In that same movement, he brought his jaws up towards the longneck's throat, but was smacked again in the head this time by the other longneck.
Sharptooth staggered for a moment before facing the herbivores again. He roared, saliva flying from his huge teeth. He leapt into the air and landed right in between the longnecks, slashing one on the side with his foot claws while shoving against the other with his whole body.
Grandma longneck groaned in pain as the claws dug into her body, causing blood to splatter across the ground. With as much strength as she could muster, she swung her tail and smacked Sharptooth across the neck. Sharptooth staggered until Grandpa shoved the carnivore with his shoulder, pushing Sharptooth into the Sinking Sand.
Sharptooth fell forward and landed head first in the black bubbling goo that was the Sinking Sand. He struggled to lift his head above the slimy goo, spiting the gunk out of his mouth as best he could. He growled in frustration. Kicking and squirming as best he could, but still the thick black sand slowly drug him under and he disappeared from view into the goo.
Grandpa panted for breath and Grandma hobbled up next to him. "Grandpa! Grandma!" Littlefoot shouted, running up beside them.
"Littlefoot." Grandma said, nuzzling her head against his small body. "We were so worried."
Suddenly, the far end of the Sinking Sand exploded upwards and Sharptooth climbed up from gunk, still dripping with goo. He brought himself out on the far side, gasping for breath. He looked back across the Sinking Sand at the hatchlings and the elderly longnecks with hatred. He roared a tremendous roar, then stomped away into the forest.
"He says, 'I'll kill you all.'" Chomper translated.