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A few weeks had passed. Slasher was leading Chomper to his home. They were heading towards the Great Valley, however that wasn't the destination that Slasher was heading. To attack too soon could prove fatal. No, he would wait for the right moment to send Chomper in. First, they must go somewhere else. He had started training Chomper, but to complete the training, he must first test to see how well his son was responding to the lessons. To do that, he must first reach his destination, a location that existed close to where the Great Valley was. A location that no one, but Slasher himself, knew about.

It was night time, and the air was still. The sound of their footprints was the only thing they heard. Nothing else was out. Nothing else was stirring. It was almost as if the place was abandoned. But Slasher knew better. Sharpteeth tend to hide out and be silent when waiting for unsuspecting prey.

Chomper followed his father loyally. The young dinosaur had a few cuts that he received during training. His father assured him that the cuts wouldn't scar over. But Chomper could care less. In his mind, having a few scars didn't matter. Though it would make him look more intimidating...

"Are we there yet?" He chirped suddenly, growing bored from all the travelling. "We've been traveling for days." He shook his head. He looked like he was brandishing his horns. They were now about the same size as his father's, and still growing. Slasher believed Chomper's horns could grow to a size unheard of in his kind. Perhaps they could even be used as a weapon.

Slasher stopped in his tracks. He looked up at the large moon in the sky. "We'll be there before the night circle sinks below the horizon, son." He then turned his sights towards Chomper. "Just have patience. It's a..."

"A virtue, I know, I know." Chomper rolled his eyes. "You already told me that."

Slasher smiled. "Well now, shall we continue? We're nearly there." He assured. Chomper nodded, and they resumed their walk.

Chomper was wondering just where they were headed. Slasher wouldn't speak the name. Slasher told him that he will learn the name after he's completed his training. Chomper knew that could take a lot more time. Slasher would intensify the training. There could be a chance he'd have to wait months or even years to exact his vengeance. But he was willing to take that risk. Chomper growled, narrowing his eyes as he thought of Littlefoot and his friends. If it meant getting back at them, the ones responsible for his separation from his real parents, it was worth the risk.

Slasher watched his offspring for a few seconds, then eyed the path ahead. He smiled as he started recognizing the place. The walls narrowed close, looking as though it was going to create a tunnel. But he knew the place very well. It was just an illusion. The walls on either side would never curl into each other to form a tunnel. Instead, they were leading them towards the entrance of what Slasher thinks of as a sacred place.

Tall mountains towered high, each one ending in jagged sharp edges. Some seemed to curl forward, making them look like teeth or claws. Even the smaller mountains were hooked sharply. The only plants that grew were the spiked trees. Plant-eaters never risked eating them. Normally they would grow far apart, but because of a source of water nearby, there was a whole field of them. They seemed to be blocking their path, as they stretched from one side to the other.

"Dad," Chomper muttered, looking at the spiked trees with a worried look. "How are we going to get across?"

Slasher smiled darkly as he walked towards a large boulder that had three deep crevices in it. It looked as if it was slashed by a giant sharptooth. Slasher used his massive body and brute strength to push the boulder to the side. It revealed a tunnel that dug deep into the side of one of the walls. "Come here, Chomper."

Chomper walked over. As soon as he stepped inside, Slasher then returned the boulder back to its original place. The tunnel was almost completely dark.

"Why'd you do that? It's so hard to see." The youngster narrowed his eyes, trying to look for even the faintest scrap of light to see.

Slasher rolled his eyes. "Just feel against the wall. There's only one path, my son. It will take you into the valley."

Chomper beamed. "You mean I can have my revenge now?"

Slasher sighed. "No, son. This isn't the Great Valley." He chuckled. "If it was this easy to get into the Great Valley, can you imagine now many sharpteeth would live in the valley by now?"

"This is easy...?" Chomper tilted his head. They started walking down the tunnel.

"Yes. Pretty much."

"So what's up with the spiked trees? Wasn't that the path that lead into the valley?"

The green sharptooth breathed in and exhaled slowly. "The spiked trees were there when I first arrived. Another sharptooth who lived in the valley showed me how to get in." He smirked. "This place is secret to most dinosaurs, because the only seen path is blocked, and the second path is hidden."

Chomper nodded. "A perfect hideout. You come here often?"

"Yes. This is where I train myself so I can catch prey easier. Of course..." He closed his eyes. "Among sharptooth kind this is illegal. The sharptooth you'll meet here will be fugitives who fled their home to practice their killings in peace." He lowered his eyed. "Understand?"

Chomper said, "Yes, I understand."

Slasher smiled. "Good."

They continued walking, and Chomper realized suddenly that he could see better. At the far end, there was a glimpse of white light. Chomper smiled, and being overly excited, started running towards the entrance. Slasher's eyes widened in horror, and he raced after his son. "Chomper, NO!" He managed to reach Chomper and used his mouth to pick him up.

"What?" Chomper asked. "What are you doing, father?"

Slasher didn't answer. He quickly jumped through the opening. Chomper heard a loud crash behind him. He looked and saw in horror that a huge boulder had landed where he was, blocking the path that lead out. Slasher panted heavily, tongue hanging out. Chomper dropped to the floor with a thud. He groaned and rubbed the back of his neck.

"What was that...?" He managed to choke out. As he looked up, he saw the shadows of two large sharpteeth. They looked like they were on guard duty. They stood above the entrance, and were watching him intently. Their eyes seemed to glow red in the darkness of the night.

Slasher looked at Chomper. "I forgot to tell you, this place is heavily guarded." He calmed his breathing to a steady rate. "Anyone who hasn't been here before risks being killed unless they are following closely behind someone who is trusted in this place." Chomper nodded, understanding now the error he had made.

"Slasher, good to see you again." A small sharptooth walked towards them. It was a sickleclaw, a pack hunting sharptooth. From the sound of the voice, the sharptooth was a female. She had pretty blue eyes with claw-shaped pupils. She had a light yellow body with bold black stripes. From the blood that lightly stained her lips, she had previously eaten.

Slasher smiled happily. "Well hello there, Blueye! Blueye, this is my long-lost son, Chomper. Chomper, this is Blueye, one of the leaders in training."

Chomper smiled slightly. "Nice to meet you."

Blueye grinned, flashing her sharp toothed mouth. "He's positively adorable! And my, what large horns! They might become mighty good weapons, yes?" She giggled. Chomper winced. He was getting pretty annoyed with her already, and they only met for a few seconds.

He then noticed that was in a corner next to them a spider web, and it had two blue butterflies in it. He licked his lips at the sight of the easy snack, but when he was about to eat them, a smaller figure come his way, a young sickleclaw with a light-green skin with olive-green strips running down her back. She had sea-blue eyes with dark irises. She stood right between him and the butterflies trapped in the web. Chomper was surprised by this, but quickly recovered and said "Get out of my way, I'm going to eat."

"No" said the young sickleclaw in a feminine voice, her tone and her eyes denoted fear, but yet she stood her ground "I saw them from far before you even noticed them. They're mine."

Blueye laughed at the scene "This is my daughter Sylvia. As you can see she has a very strong spirit, and do anything to keep the prey she catch. She will surely be a great hunter one day"

Slasher knew that Chomper and he had traveled a lot in the long few days. They had hardly rest, hardly slept, and hardly ate. He could hear his stomach growl. He smiled nervously and chuckled. Blueye cocked an eyebrow. "You two hungry? Why didn't you say so?" She looked at Chomper again, then back at Slasher. "Nothing to each right now, but there will be something in the mornin', now don't you worry!"

Chomper nudged his dad. "You heard her. Why don't we just find someplace to sleep for a while?"

"Yes, that might not be a bad idea." He eyed Blueye. "Sorry, but we must get going. Chomper and I had a few rough days of walking, and we need rest." He took a step forward. "Tell me, is my den still vacant?"

The sickleclaw blinked, as if confused. "What do you mean? It's always been vacant! I thought you had forbidden any of his from occupying it, even when you were away."

Slasher laughed. "Oh yes, now I remember." He cleared his throat. "Come along Chomper."

Chomper walked towards his father, glad to be getting away from the strange yellow sickleclaw. She was starting to creep him out. As Chomper was being led to the den by his father, he got his chance to look around. The inside of the valley did have a thin coating of grass. He could see large forests and rivers. It indeed looked a lot like the Great Valley, but looked just slightly larger. He turned his head. He could see the source of the water that the spiked trees just outside the walls fed on. There was a large hole on the side and water ferociously rushed in. The opening of the whole had teeth-like protrusions on the top and bottom. It gave the eerie appearance that it was a real sharptooth's mouth.

Chomper kept looking around. He had never seen any place like this. Well not other than the Great Valley and the island he used to live on, anyway. It was so gloomy at the entrance, but it looked almost like paradise on the inside. That's when he realized something was off. With all this green food around, where were the leaf eaters? Chomper wasn't stupid, though. He did know that leaf eaters either hide or fight when sharpteeth were out. But what were the chances of all leaf eaters avoiding the sharpteeth?

He sighed, and looked up at his father. He wanted to ask him so badly what this place was. But something was holding him back. As he kept looking out in that dark forest, a sense of eaeriness crept up his spine. There was indeed something...unnatural about this place. "Dad..." He finally spoke out. "What is this place...? It feels so...unnatural."

Slasher stopped. "I'll tell you just as soon as we..." He stopped in his tracks. He grinned. "We're there!"

Chomper shifted his eyes towards what his father was looking at. The den was a small cave. It didn't look it went more than 60 ft in. Chomper cautiously stepped inside. More rocks shaped like teeth seemed to be sprouting out of nowhere. There was plenty of room to sleep though, and the teeth-like protrusions didn't seem to be anything more than just to be scary-looking.

"Anyway, about this place..." Slasher said as they got inside the den. "This is the place where I and others like me train. This place is a slave-holder, a dream-maker..."

"But it looks like a paradise...for leaf eaters." Chomper looked out.

"It is a paradise, my son." Slasher nuzzled his son. "It's a paradise...for sharpteeth."

Chomper looked confused. What did he mean by that? "What do you mean...?" But he was cut off by his dad.

"Shhh...time to sleep. I will tell you more about this place in the morning."

"But can you at least tell me the name?" Chomper and his dad laid down to get ready to sleep. "Before we go to bed?"

Slasher sighed. "All right... the name of this place is...Fortress Valley."

(A/N And thus ends Chomper's 3-part story.)