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Rex, the real Rex, awoke to find himself inside a large cave with a few holes. There was some light, but for the most part, the whole area was nearly pitch black. Rex had good vision, but he still had some trouble seeing at night. He squinted, trying to determine the size and shape of any obstacles that were in his way. But when he tried to walk forward, he found that his arms and legs would not move. Try as he might, they would not budge. They were stuck to the wall itself. "What is going on here?" He cried out, panicking. "Why can't I move?"

"Well well well...isn't it obvious?" Answered a cold, strange and yet familiar voice. "Your arms and legs are strapped to the wall, my boy." He held out a hand, which was just a shadow with tiny white dots to Rex's eyes. "Here, take a look for yourself." With a wave of the hand, a single flame was born, floating just above the creature's palm. The fire was small but bright enough to light up the cave enough for Rex to not only see the vines binding him, but see the faint glimmer of his captor's face.

"You! But it's not possible!" He struggled against his binds. "You can't be real!"

The figure stepped closer. The single red eye glowed as the creature laughed cold-heartedly. "But of course I'm real. Remember...I'm you."

"You are not me! You will never be me!" Rex shouted in protest. Dark Rex came forward, and cupped the seemingly younger dinosaur's chin. Rex tried to look at him defiently in the eyes, but those eyes...he just couldn't bare keeping eye contact with him, and kept turning his head away, trying to shake free of the grasp.

"Oh, I'm sorry...am I scaring you?" Dark Rex asked tauntingly. "I am in control of you now. You know what the best part is, my boy?"

Rex looked at him, a little curious.

"After all this is over, they will blame you." He pointed a finger at Rex. "After all, who am I but you yourself?"

"Well if you are me, they'll blame you!" Rex yelled. "You have the appearance of the attacker, not me!" Rex didn't think that made much sense, but he wasn't thinking clearly.

Dark Rex laughed at his comment. "Oh you really think so, do you?" He grinned. "They don't see me as an individual, Rex. They only see me as an extention, a part of you that you let loose onto this world. As far as they are concerned, you are the true mastermind behind all this flamebreath stuff."

Rex's eyes widened, and they slowly closed. He hung his head, and sighed. He knew Dark Rex was right about all that. After this was over, Dark Rex would disappear as if he never existed, and there would be no way for Rex to prove his innocense. Even Littlefoot would think twice before trusting him again, after he-no, after how Dark Rex almost killed Littlefoot today.

Dark Rex leaned in closer, and put his hand on Rex's head. The dracovol looked up, still a glint of defience in them. "As long as you are tied there, your body is mine to control."

Rex bared his sharp teeth. "Then I will have to fight for control..."

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"What took you so long?" The chief alimon asked, narrowing his eyes slightly. He wasn't angry, but he was concerned. "We thought you were caught in a rockslide or something."

Shuva chuckled, though the lead alimon saw no humor in it. "I was busy saving the life of this longneck." She gestured her head towards Littlefoot. "He was being attacked by a flamebreath."

Upon this word, there was a murmur and stirring among the pack. Even the chief alimon was speechless. Finally, someone from the group said, "No that can't be right. If there was a flamebreath, we would know about it."

"Not unless a spell was put on you." Littlefoot said, causing all alimons to turn their heads to him. Littlefoot immediately regretted speaking up, and bowed his head. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry." Shuva said, serious. "He's right. A spell has been put upon us. I was fortunate to have a flyer find a counterspell for me."

The chief alimon cocked an eyegrow in suspicion. "Oh really? And if you are right...what has been going on that we are apparently unaware of?"

Shuva responded, "Sharpteeth have invaded the valley and have taken the lives of many dinosaurs!"

A murmur spread throughout the whole alimon pack. But as they continued discussing things, Littlefoot let his mind wander as he looked around the caves and tunnels. His mind was flooded with memories. He has been here before, he knows it. He remembers this very room...of course it was a lot scarier when he was a kid. He continued staring into space as the alimons discussed their plans.

He recalled how he and his friends had heard noises coming from this cave. Despite their parents' warnings, they went into the cave tunnels anyway. They came into here where they were suddenly surrounded by a pack of vicious and malicious alimons. The alimons taunted them, teased them, walked around them like a shark ready to strike. Littlefoot recalled how he and his friends barely escaped, and how he almost had his throat torn out, but was saved by Cera.

He sighed. 'At least things aren't as bad as they were back then.' He watched as the alimons debated on the situation.

He then had another memory. Not long after they escaped the first group of alimons, there was yet another. And they apparently belonged to the same pack that attacked them originally. He could tell because they were baring their teeth at them. Cera wanted to attack, but Littlefoot had convinced her to run instead. While they argued, one alimon charged forward and almost got them. The kids realized what was going on at the last second and dodged out of the way. The alimon only left claw marks in the wall they were standing next to.

The alimons chased them down the tunnels, until the alimons heard something and run off. Littlefoot and his friends didn't know why they left, until they looked around and saw him.

Donovan.

Littlefoot was snapped back from his trance when Shuva nudged him in the shoulder. "Huh? What?" He looked at Shuva. "Oh hello."

"Where were you?" She asked, smiling slightly.

"Thinking." He yawned. "So what's going on?"

"Dynamo, the chief, has decided to try and find a counterspell so that we alimons can help fight off the sharptooth horde." She said this dutifully.

Littlefoot smiled. "Thank you."