Similar Feelings

Sharptooth had retreated up into the mountains of the Great Wall. Although not seriously injured, his body was still exhausted from escaping the sinking sand. It had taken most of his strength to drag himself from the black tar and afterwards he was in no condition to fight. And after climbing the mountain, he really had almost no strength left.

That baby longneck had become an even more painful thorn in his side. Constantly digging deeper and deeper, tormenting him. An itch he could not scratch, a target he could not hit. Sharptooth felt a rumbling in his throat and the heat of his blood. Curse him, curse that little runt.

He remembered back to when he first saw and targeted that longneck, watching the hatchling play in a small pond with the baby threehorn. He went after the longneck for one simple reason; it was a longneck. That was the only reason he attacked. If there had been any other animal besides a longneck there, he probably would've left it be.

Sharptooth had a deep hatred for all longnecks, and spent the last century almost exclusively hunting and killing them. His name became so infamous that it became synonymous with not just him but his entire race, every time a plant eater would see one of his kind they would instantly fear that it was Sharptooth. Ever since, all large carnivores were called sharpteeth. And unlike the previous name, "sharptooth" struck fear in the hearts of all dinosaurs just when mentioned. No one could ever fight him in a one on one match and survive.

But then along comes these hatchlings who not only defeat and humiliate him, but nearly kill him. His reputation, and the reputation of all other sharpteeth tarnished forever. For most sharpteeth he felt no pity; they deserved to be mocked and ridiculed for the weaklings they were. But he would restore his name and once again strike fear in the hearts of all dinosaurs, plant eater and meat eater. All for his sake, as well as hers.

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Cera lay on the banks of the watering hole, her front legs tucked up under her head as she stared blankly into the water. After Grandma and Grandpa longneck saved them from Sharptooth they came back to where her father lay dead from his fight with Sharptooth. Young Tricia burst into screams and tears nuzzling against Tria, who also cried. Everyone was horrified, but Cera just turned and walked away. Even when Tria called after her, Cera did not turn around. She just ran; ran deep into the trees and eventually found herself by the watering hole, where she was now.

She didn't want to talk to anyone, or se anyone right now. All she wanted was to be alone. So no one could see her cry. She stared down at her face in the water and almost thought she saw her father appear behind her. Her heart leapt with joy, but when she turned to looked, there was no one.

Grief stricken again, she looked back at the water and saw the tears well up in her eyes. She suddenly felt angry with herself and stomped her foot in her own reflection. She closed her eyes and let the tears flow down her cheeks and splash into the water. "When the storms would come," she muttered to herself, "and things would seem so bad. And I'd want to cry, I'd listen to my dad," her voice cracked as she struggled to hold back from crying. "He'd promise that the rains would pass, the day would soon be fair. And I never was afraid because, he's always there." Unable to hold it in anymore, she buried her face in her front legs and cried.

"Always there. Someone you can count on to comfort you." A voice behind her began. "Always there. Like a green, green valley you can come home to." Littlefoot stepped up next to Cera and nuzzled his head against hers. She moved away and sank back to the ground. "I'm sorry about your dad, Cera."

"Leave me alone, Littlefoot." Her voice choked.

"If it's any consolation, I know what you're feeling." Littlefoot said.

"How can you know?!" Cera shouted. She stomped up on her feet and glared back at him. "How can you possible know?!"

"My mother was killed, remember. By this same sharptooth." Littlefoot replied. "I remember now, like it was yesterday. She would hold me close, and then I'd hear her say 'you know I'll never leave you, you can find me everywhere. From the morning light, the evening star, I'm always there.'"

Cera sniffled. "I just miss him so much."

"I know. And you'll never stop missing him, but I was told that even after death we will never truly be apart. And besides, you're still not alone. You have Ducky, Petrie, Spike, Chomper, Ruby and me her for you. Plus Tria and Tricia, you need to be strong for their sake."

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Climbing over the great wall came two large longnecks. The first was an old male, nearly as old as Sharptooth himself and like Sharptooth had a scar cut across the right side of his face from above his eye to partway down his neck. Along with him was a female considerably younger, but still old by dinosaur standards.

This old male, Doc, looked down over the valley in the failing light as the setting sun cast the sky in shades of yellow red and purple. He scowled in concern as he surveyed the landscape. "Something bad is happening, Dara." He said in a dry gravely voice. "Something I must look into."

"Doc, I wish you shouldn't do this." The female, Dara exclaimed. "If it is what you think it is, you should just leave it alone."

"I can't do that. It's always been my job to help this valley when it is in need. And now it's in the most need it's ever been in since 100 years ago." Doc responded.

"You're not as young as you used to be. Are you sure you can handle this on your own?" Dara asked.

"Don't know." Doc said. "All I know is a serious problem has occurred and that I need to solve it." With that, Doc started making his way down the mountain side and into the valley.