The Land Before Time: The War Of The Worlds

==The Sharptooth==
Littlefoot was walking with Ali, they were now adults and ruled the great valley. Littlefoot's grandparents and the other parents had died and were now watching over their children.
"Mom! Dad!" Squeaked a little voice. It was Ben.
Ben was Littlefoot and Ali's first born and had his father's darker color, but had his mother's blue eyes.
"Yes son?" Littlefoot asked.
"May I go play with Crystal?" Ben asked.
"Sure son!" Ali said.
Ben ran off to find his friend.
Crystal was a purple fastrunner and had green eyes.
She was the only other child he knew, as his father's friends hadn't found mates.
He finally saw her.
"Hey Crystal! How you doing?" Ben asked.
"Good. Mom and I have found clams by the river." Crystal replied.
"Are Ruby and Emerald back?" Ben asked.
"Yah. They say that were gonna have another hatchling! Isn't that awesome?" She asked.
"Yah!" Ben said.
In the bushes nearby, a sharptooth around fifty feet with dark blue skin and piercing red eyes was watching the kids.
"Oh Littlefoot. Bad idea leaving your kids out here, unguarded." The sharptooth snickered.
Then, out of nowhere, he charged out, his gleaming white teeth filled with hunger.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" The kids screamed, their parents told them about sharpteeth, evil predators that killed others.
Some, like Redclaw, and Sharptooth, were murderors who killed on site and terrorized the plant eaters.
The sharptooth was gaining on them.
He suddenly had them pinned under his feet.
They looked up at the murderous red eyes,
"Oh you have never encountered one of us before? Pity." The sharptooth said.
"You can...you can..." The kids stuttered.
"Talk. Don't be so surprised." The sharptooth replied.
Then a tail swung out.
The sharptooth stumbked back to see Littlefoot with a defending expression on his face.
"O my friend!" The sharptooth said.
"I am no friend of yours! You leave them alone and get out!" Littlefoot growled.
"Oh you wouldn't say that to Chomper would you, your old friend?" The sharptooth replied sarcastically.
"Chomper would kill you right here, if he were around." Littlefoot growled.
"No he wouldn't. He wouldn't kill himself, would he?" The sharptooth growled.
Litllefoot suddenly realized the identity of this sharptooth.
The blue skin, the red eyes, all were just how he remembered them, just with one new thing, a scar cut across his left eye.
"No..."
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