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Suddenly, Red knocked Sandstorm onto the ground. He pulled back his lips, showing off his sharp teeth to him. "How dare you... we can't betray Chomper!"

Sandstorm picked himself back up. "I never said we were. I merely suggested we leave the war."

Red growled and turned his head. "That counts as betrayal!" He turned his head back at the Officer. "You used to be so special. But how special are you...if you are willing to turn your back on our own kind?"

The tan velociraptor glared back at Red. He then softened his expression, and closed his eyes. "I'm not... I just don't think this is right. I mean...look at all the suffering...back in the valley...All that... and for what?" He suddenly gripped Red by his shoulders and shook him violenty. "For what!"

The dark red raptor growled in disgust, and knocked away Sandstorm once again. "If you even think about leaving...I'll...I'll...KILL you!"

At this declaration of killing, the other sharpteeth in the group gasped in almost horror. Killing a leaf-eater was one thing, but killing one of their own, that just wasn't something they would see everyday. The young dilophosaurs cowered backwards. Gasher watched, almost emotionless, as Red opened his jaws and snapped close to Sandstorm's neck, an emphasis for the words he had spoken. Gasher could feel the smile on his face broaden. Snowbound merely shook her head.

Sandstorm grabbed the snout of Red and brought him close. He pressed his snout against Red's and said, "What do you hope to achieve from all this? What do you hope to gain from killing off leaf-eaters! All Chomper is doing is destroying life for a 'paradise' of sharpteeth!"

Red produced a sickening grin. "A worthy cause, I would say."

The tan raptor's eyes widened in horror. Red was just as disturbed as Chomper. He gripped Red harder. "How can you justify from destroying innocent lives! What kind of monster are you anyway!"

Red chuckled. "A smarter one than you." With that, he pulled his foot back and launched it forward. The sickle claw connected with Sandstorm's leg. Yelping in pain, Sandstorm let go, and felt the sickle claw of another sharptooth slice through muscle and tendons. When the claw was pulled out, Sandstorm now had a big puncture wound, flooding with blood. Not being able to stand the pain anymore, the Officer fell to his knees. His hands supported his aching body weakly, and he opened his mouth wide, taking in big gulps of air. His mind was being showered with extreme pain pulses. Red walked towards Sandstorm's wounded body, and grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him high off the ground.

"Now listen here, Officer Sandstorm, we were hired by Chomper to follow his every word. We were hired to help make this world better for sharpteeth everywhere! No longer will we be mocked! No longer will the leaf-eaters get the better of us! It'll be our world, Sandstorm. Our world!" He squeezed his neck tighter. "Either you are with us, or you are against us!" He clenched his teeth. "So choose...do you want to live...or die...?"

The Officer slowly opened his eyes, and stared at the dark red raptor with eyes full of hate and courage. "I will no longer follow Chomper on his insane quest of global conquer." His eyes slowly closed shut. "I am no longer part of his stupid war."

Red's widened eyes seemed to have a glint of fire inside them. "Then you die!"

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Rex knelt beside the stream of water and cupped some water in his hands. He splashed it against his face, and he could feel the soothing coolness against his face and eyes. He shook himself dry, and droplets splashed everywhere.

"Watch it!" Littlefoot yelled, looking rather annoyed.

"Sorry, Littlefoot. But I want to enjoy this before we have to fight again. We've been fighting for such a long time..."

Littlefoot tilted an eyebrow. "It hasn't really been that long, Rex."

But he knew Rex was correct. It did feel like it was so long since this war had started. The valley was nothing like it used to be. Much of it was just littered with bodies. Littlefoot was so disguted by it that he hasn't had a bite to eat in such a long time. But he knew he had to keep his strength up. The next wave of attack could arrive at any time. He kept a close watch on the valley walls. And with sickleclaws on Chomper's side, there was no way of predicting just which direction they would appear.

Littlefoot looked up to the sky. The conversation he just recently had with Doc sort of disturbed him. It did excite him when he learned he was the reincarnation of Doc. But something was puzzling him. Doc had talked about the previous war that took place so long ago. It was so much like this one, in every way. And the death and bloodshed...he had already suffered a lot of that. However, one terrible thing stood out above all. He had seen this so many times inside his head and in daydreams he witnessed. It was almost like a vision. Something that Doc told him had made his blood freeze into ice.

As Littlefoot thought about the vision, he could see flashes inside his head. He could see sharp rocks, and a thunderstorm. The lightning was flashing everywhere. It was so close that the noise was almost unbearable. He could see rocks rolling down the hills, he could see the face of a cliff. Then he could see two dinosaurs fighting. Then the vision would become foggy and cloudy, and he couldn't see anymore. But what was worrying him was the two dinosaurs on the cliff. One of them was a longneck, and the other a sharptooth. It could have been him and Chomper.

He shuddered. He didn't want to think about fighting Chomper right now. He had seen enough bloodshed. He still needed to convince Chomper that he was wrong, that they didn't ruin his life. According to Doc, Slasher was another spirit stuck on this earth. Chomper said he died, but Slasher most likely didn't die, since he was already dead. But what actually happened no one could say for sure. But one thing was for sure. Chomper was decieved.

"You think we will be able to get close enough?" Rex asked, snapping Littlefoot out of his trance. He looked at his winged friend almost dumbly.

"Close enough to what?"

Rex giggled. "Why to Chomper of course!" He put his hand on Littlefoot. "Remember we have to talk to him?"

Littlefoot took a few moments to realize what Rex was talking about. Feeling rather stupid, he nodded his head. "Yes, I remember." He let out a sigh. "Sorry, I just probably need some rest." He then realized he didn't fully answer the question. "Oh, and yeah I think we will be able to, at least one of us."

Rex smiled slightly. "If Chomper realizes his mistake, he'll stop the war."

Littlefoot lowered his head. "But of course, it would be better if it had been sooner. I just hope nohing else of bad happen now. We have seen too much spilling of blood recently."

The winged omnivore faded away his small smile. He couldn't agree more. This whole thing was a nightmare. So many lives lost, both meat-eater and plant-eater. And not only dinosaurs were suffering. Some of the lower creatures, such as the mammals, were feeling the stress, and tried to flee their homes. But they ended up caught in the crossfire, and now lay scattered in the grass, hard to see save for the shine of blood. It was horrid! "Not even Bull would have done something like this."

Suddenly, Rex spotted something floating in the deep river. He could barely see the outline, but it was bipedal, he could at least tell. The head was underwater, and it looked like it was knocked out. Littlefoot had also spotted the thing floating in the water. He lowered his long neck to get a better look. But he couldn't really make out exactly what it was. It was covered in blood and deep cuts, and it was distorting the figure a little. He reached in with his tail and pulled the creature out. He settled it on the bank.

"What is it?" Littlefoot asked as Rex walked closer.

"It looks like a sickleclaw..." He whispered as he sniffed the body, believing the thing to be dead. "It looked as if it was attacked by its own kind."

"How do you know?"

"Not many leaf-eaters can make wounds like these." He pointed at the deep cuts that were so deep they could see the bone and muscle inside.

Suddenly the sickleclaw's eyes snapped open. Rex gasped as the sickleclaw weakly raised its hand up in the air. The look on its face was that of submission. "P-P-Please...help me..." He suddenly lost consciousness again.