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As the horned sharptooth approached, the sharpbeak and bellydragger trembled terribly, hardly able to stand up, let alone move backwards. Despite her size, Dil was the most afraid because she couldn't see. She wouldn't know if Chomper was biting down on her until she would feel his teeth slicing into her, and then it would be too late. Ichy tried to stand his ground, although his knees were hitting eachother as his legs shook violently. "C-C-C-Come on..." Ichy started to stutter. "C-Can we a-a-a-at least another ch-ch-chance..?" His response as a terrifying, angry roar from Chomper.

"Another chance? You want me to give you another CHANCE!" Ichy and Dil paled. "I gave you chance after chance to kill them!" He stalked even closer. "But you FAILED and FAILED time and again! No, this time I won't give you another chance!" He bared his teeth and was ready to move in for the kill. "Your usefulness has expired, sharpbeak and bellydragger."

Although she could not see, Dil dropped to the ground and covered her eyes. She curled her body into a ball, a sort of defense for herself. Ichy jumped in with her, and buried his face into her side, trembling. He couldn't bear to watch as the carnotaurus made mince meat out of them.

Suddenly a voice shouted out from the crowd. "NO! STOP!" Chomper raised his head up and looked to see who it was. Dil and Ichy reopened their eyes and turned in the direction the voice had come from. "DON'T DO IT!"

Chomper narrowed his eyes. The voice had belonged to one of a pair. He knew those two. "Mel! Lizzy! How dare you interrupt me! What is your business in doing so?" He growled.

Lizzy was the first to show up. She looked just like Ichy, except her eyes were pale green in color, and not yellow like Ichy's were. She too had gray feathers were her black feathers used to have been, but some of her feathers remained black. Her beak was still blazed with ebon. She flew directly towards the general, and landed near Ichy and Dil. "Please, reconsider their fate, General Chomper." She pleaded. "Just reconsider."

Then the second figure showed up, ready to plea Dil and Ichy's case. It was Mel, Lizzy's partner. Mel looked like Dil, only his eyes were golden yellow, he was light blue with specks of grey, and his spine was navy blue. Like Dil, he had lost a couple teeth from his mouth, but he was still lethal. Unlike Dil, Mel was lucky enough not to be near-sighted, or nearly blind. "If I might make a suggestion, sir," He said respectfully, "..maybe if you paired them up with us, they'd have an easier time to..."

"Why would I want to give them yet another chance!" Chomper boomed, causing Mel and Lizzy to cower as well. "They failed me before! What makes you think that just because you pair up with them they could do better! That they won't fail me again!" He demanded, flexing the claws on his hands menacingly.

Mel gulped. "B-B-B-Because if they are having trouble, we could...h-help them...?" He was so afraid he wasn't thinking straight.

Lizzy hopped onto Mel's head. "Yeah, that's right! If there's any chance those 'kids' are winning against Dil and Ichy, Mel and I could jump in and surprise them!"

"Maybe you should listen to them, sir." came anopther voice, followed by another "It could very well work." Chomper turned to the sourche of the new voices. It were two hing ranked sharpteeth of his army, though they never get in a real fight. One was a big bonecrusher sharptooth (tyranossaur) purple with red eyes, his name was Terry. The second was a dark-green sickleclaw who had yellow eyes, red strips and orange feathers in his head, that grated him a lot of females, but he really never give attention to any of them, he was named Nick.

Chomper narrowed his eyes. He went deep into thought, considering this. It was indeed true there was strength in numbers. He didn't want to waste his time giving these two another chance. But he also wanted to find and kill Littlefoot. He knew Rex was on his tail, but what if he had failed? Chomper seethed. He remembered when Slasher was still alive, how he told him how it was because of Littlefoot that he and his true father were seperated.

He so wanted to get back at Littlefoot for that. He made him suffer. He killed his adopted brother, he killed his father, he even went as far as killed Cera, a close friend of Littlefoot, and who was once a friend of his. He finally closed his eyes, and said, "Very well. I will grant the one more chance."

Dil and Ichy smiled. "Thank you, sir!"

Mel and Lizzy walked up to their mates, and nuzzled them. "We won't let you down, sir!"

Chomper intervened, "But...!" The bellydraggers and sharpbeaks stopped smiling. "...but if you fail me again, all FOUR of you will be executed!" He warned them, growling to prove his point.

Dil, Ichy, Mel, and Lizzy all gulped at the same time when Chomper threatened them with this terrible warning. "O-O-Okay, we won't..." Mel managed to whisper, shaken up. The quartet stared at each other. How were they going to pull off killing at least one of Littlefoot's friends without failure?

Chomper was left behind with his two officials. He looked at them. "So, may I ask why you wanted them to live?". Terry was the first to spoke. "Because they could be useful in the future sir. Together they could make it valuable their time." Chomper looked at him and them at Nick "If they fail, you have to take responsability for this." And so he walked away, leavin the sharpteeth follow their own ways.

When they were leaving, Nick spotted a white and red flower in the ground, it was small, fragile, and yet so beautiful. It quickly made his toughs float to her. He knew very well what Chomper could do to him if he ever suspected, but yet, he was uwningly to risk. She had made him change in many ways, it was because of her influence that he didn't wanted anyone else to die. And he was going to find her again, to be back on her arms, and have her back on his.

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Gorjak flew high overhead, and stared down at the land, trying in vain to search for where Littlefoot's cave was. He sniffed the air, trying to find Petrie's scent. But the winds had blown it all away. He grumbled to himself. He needed to get to Littlefoot's cave and fast!

"The evil alimons, they have returned." He said as his heart pounded. He had feared the alimons in the valley's mountainous walls ever since the day he saw his father being slaughtered by one when he landed there just for a rest. He himself barely escaped, being saved by his mother. "What are they plotting now!"

As if on cue, smoke suddenly blew in his direction, almost smothering him. Gorjak coughed furiously, and flew up higher to escape the black smoke. He squinted his eyes to try and find the source. When he did, his eyes widened. The fire was coming from near a cave! It must be Littlefoot's cave!

"No...I've got to hurry!" With that, he sped off as fast as his wings could carry him.

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The five alimons had returned to their cave. There was clamouring amongst the group. They all sounded excited. Then Gris walked up to a raised rock ledge, and cleared this throat. The whole group went quiet, and listened eagerly to what their leader had to say. Every alimon in that cave was a relative of the previous rebel group years before.

"Followers! I bring good news!" Gris said proudly, his eyes glinting with sadistic happiness. "Our trap has been delivered, and it's about to hatch!"

The alimons cheered and laughed. They all knew well of the plan. They would send a cockatrice to take down the ones who had stopped their kind before from getting what they deserved. Then the cockatrice would die and disappear from existance, and then the alimons could take over the Great Valley. The carnage was great, but there were still dinosaurs out there, hiding until the chaos was over. The alimons could scent it.

One of the alimons spoke up. "And what are we going to do after we conquer the Great Valley?"

Gris grinned maliciously. "We start spreading our territory across the Mysterious Beyond, and claim any other valley we come across."

Once again the alimons cheered. They were very eager to start their global conquest to prove that alimons were the superior dinosaur species, and that they and they alone should rule the earth. Gris watched them, and smiled darkly. "Yes, everything is going according to plan..." He had to laugh as he recalled how he was able to trick Chomper into rallying up all those sharpteeth to attack.

Gris remembered well that it was he who had transformed himself as Slasher and pretended to be Chomper's father. He had manipulated a story to trick Chomper into believing Littlefoot had deliberately seperated him from his 'real' dad. He had pretended to play dead, and then slinked away in the night.

"Chomper was a fool." He chuckled. "Such a fool..."

"Really a fool father." Garick, his son, spoke "Could you tell me once again why?" Gris only smiled at his son, one of the strongest alimons in the pack, his great pride. "Oh yeah, I never really told you this story, right? Well it was like this..." And so he started explaining everything of how he fooled Chomper.