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Cera was trying to make sense of it all. A sharptooth that could talk AND knew her friend's name? "How could he have possibly have known..." Her voice trailed off as a thought crossed her mind. She quickly dismissed it, and looked again at her swimmer friend.

"I don't know how he knew." Ducky sighed, laying back down on the ground. "But perhaps we should tell everyone this tomorrow."

Cera nodded. "Yeah, good idea." With that she turned and walked away. Ducky closed her eyes and slept undisturbed for the rest of the night. The wind never blew again all night.

By morning, Ducky awoke to the sound of voices clamoring. She groggily opened up her eyes and found herself staring at Petrie. She yelped in surprise and the flyer was knocked back a few inches.

"Hey, watch it! Me am your friend, remember?" He brushed himself off. Petrie had grown into a strong flyer, but he still spoke like he was a child.

Ducky blushed and immediately apologized. "I'm sorry Petrie. I didn't know that was you. Nope, nope, nope." She grinned nervously.

Petrie smiled. "Oh forget about it." The smile faded. "Cera tell me that you attacked by sharptooth." Ducky nodded, the smile having faded off her beak as well. "And she said it talk. Is that true?"

Ducky rubbed her arm and sighed as she remembered the details of what happened that night. "Unfortunately yes, yes, yes."

Petrie looked at his friend sympathetically. "Me sorry." He stretched out his wings. "Time for us to go to the others. They know what happen." He took off, flying towards the center of the Great Valley where the meetings were held.

The swimmer climbed to her feet, stretching out her limbs, and yawned. "Better follow him." Ducky took off running after Petrie.

The trees were swaying in soft wind again, but gentler than they had at night. A few rocks rolled off the small rocky hill that lay in the middle of the valley. The small rocks landed on top of something soft and green. But instantly, a foot was scratching it off.

(Author's note: I got really bored, so that explains how I have Spike acting in this chapter. ; )

"Man, messa hate the rock." Mumbled a voice. It was Spike. Almost fully grown, his plates and tail spikes hadn't fully come in. He also hadn't learned to speak properly, as he hadn't had much practice. He know regretted it. "Me me gonna kill dem all!"

Ducky, standing beside him now, chuckled. "How are you going to kill something that's not alive?"

"Crush dem till de blood comes out." Spike grinned.

"But you can't...oh nevermind." Ducky decided not to spoil her step brother's fun. She watched as Spike's tail smashed the rocks into powder. Ducky shook her head. "Never was very bright." She whispered inaudibly.

Mr. Threehorn cleared his throat loudly. It was loud enough that everyone in the valley could hear it. They all stopped chattering and waited for him to speak. Mr. Threehorn was an old timer now, but he hasn't lost his toughness. When Littlefoot's grandparents died a month ago, Topsy the Threehorn was given the right to be the leader. He was chosen because his sometimes rash decisions usually helped the survival of the valley.

"Ducky, you say you saw a sharptooth?" He asked huskily but gently.

Ducky nodded. "Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Threehorn. He attacked me in the middle of the night."

Topsy nodded his head once. "I thought I saw a sharptooth's shadow earlier. But I wasn't sure." He turned his head to the crowd. "Anybody have any idea how the sharptooth got in?"

Nobody answered for several minutes. Then one longneck took a step forward. The old threehorn recognized him as Littlefoot.

"Yes Littlefoot...?"

"I heard something that sounded like someone whacking their tail against rock last night." He looked at Spike and shook his head. "It wasn't Spike. He was asleep at the time. Suddenly there was the sound of rocks falling down. I wasn't sure where the sound was coming from."

Mr. Threehorn glared at Littlefoot. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Mr. Threehorn, I didn't tell anyone because I didn't..." He was interrupted by Cera.

"Nevermind if he didn't tell or not, father. Shouldn't we concentrate on the subject at hand?" Cera was no longer intimidated by her father, and looked as if she could beat him in a duel.

Her father nodded. "Yes..." He turned to Ducky. "And didn't you say he could speak? And knew your name?"

Ducky nodded. The crowd of dinosaurs broke out into murmurs and whispers. A talking sharptooth was unheard to them. Well unheard to most. Five of the dinosaurs in the crowd have met a talking sharptooth, but had no idea that there was another one out there somewhere. And now that sharptooth as arrived in the valley...

A pair of eyes watched the crowd. It lay hidden in vines and trees, the leaves and bark obscuring his shape. The pupils dilated, and bright teeth glittered in the noon sun. It was the sharptooth that attacked Ducky that night.

His large hulking shape was revealed by his shadow. He was a large sharptooth, similar to the one that killed Littlefoot's mother. His red eyes fixed onto a certain flyer. He narrowed his eyes, and bared his teeth. "You're going to be the first one to go, Petrie." He then turned to look at Ducky, who's eyes were full of worry about the situation.

The sharptooth couldn't help but smile at her worryness. "And don't worry, my dear. I'll give him a quick death...and then rip out your throat!"

The ground shook lightly as the sharptooth walked away. The vibration of his feet hitting the ground caused some of the tree stars to fall slowly to the ground. Almost instantly, one of the tiny dinosaurs that Littlefoot became friends with showed up. It sniffed the leaf, and then grabbed it in its mouth. Like a mouse, it scurried across the forest floor to reach its home.

Suddenly, just as it was about to jump back into the hole, a set of jaws clasped around its tiny body. It squealed for help, but the jaws just closed around it. A painful yelp was let out before it died, its blood staining the sharptooth's mouth. The dead dinosaur was tossed into the air, and was soon swallowed by the sharptooth.

"Don't fill me much, but it'll have to do." The sharptooth then vanished, his foot smashing the tree star into bits.

Littlefoot's head suddenly lifted up and looked in the direction the sharptooth was just in. He couldn't see the sharptooth, but his ears had detected a scream.

Spike looked at his friend. "What it, Littlefoot?"

"I thought I just heard Dusty..."

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In somewhere far away form there, a small figure opened its eyes. It had a sad look, tears forming.

"She was so young. Why this is happening?" It asked to no one in particular, like waiting the answer to fall from the sky. "Why we don't do anything?"