Yeah, I'd love to get an idea of where this storie's gonna be going, by...um, reading the next chapter and seeing how's it going. 
EDIT: It's my 2000th POST! I'm buying me and my pet Chomper a whole side of a longneck to celebrate!
Congrats, mate! And here it is!!!!!!!!
(Note: An asterisk * means a change in time and/or point of view)
Chapter One: Hazy MorningsAs the golden rays of the Bright Circle burned its way across the sky to the tune of the dawn chorus, it shone through the translucent wings of a resting skinny buzzer (dragonfly).
It shivered its wing-cases slightly, making the most of the dawn – light and warmth before the area was bustling full of activity.
Unfortunately for the buzzer, this moment had already arrived.
The insect was being carefully watched. A pair of sinister beady eyes was fanatically fixed upon its prey, the predator behind them preparing to pounce…
It seemed to happen in slow motion.
The buzzer saw its hunter leap from the undergrowth, its enormous jaws opened wide. In fright, the insect took off, just as the jaws closed around the branch it had been resting upon just seconds before.
As the skinny buzzer took to the wing, its predator made a noise of dissatisfaction.
“Euurrgh,” Chomper groaned, spitting out the mouthful of plant matter he had gained through his hunting hazards. “Sometimes I think they rest on it just to annoy me…”
He fixed his gaze upon his prey again.
“Alright then,” he growled. “Let’s see you try that again!”
Chomper jumped up and snapped at the buzzer now hovering annoyingly above his head. It darted out of the way just in the nick of time, and Chomper snarled again in frustration.
He leapt up and snapped again, but by this time the insect had got the message. It zipped higher into the air, and quickly coasted away over the treetops.
Chomper sighed and slumped down onto the ground.
“Flying insects are much more trouble than they’re worth,” he muttered, absent-mindedly scratching his shoulder.
It was true. Skinny buzzers, stinging buzzers, the lot of them were very difficult to get hold of, and even when he did, Chomper found they didn’t satisfy his hunger as much as they used to…
“Hey Chomper, what are you doing out here alone and all by yourself?”
Chomper looked up to see a familiar pink, feathery form approach him.
“Hi, Ruby,” he replied. “I’ve been trying to catch breakfast. And my breakfast has been trying to avoid me all morning.” Ruby grinned.
“I saw a hive of stinging buzzers on my way over here,” she said. “Maybe you can…”
But Chomper wasn’t listening. He had finally seen something to take the edge off his hunger.
A small green lizard, sitting atop a log. Motionless, unaware…
Making a split second decision, Chomper pounced.
The lizard made a frantic attempt to get away, but Chomper, now highly trained in this skill, simply slammed his foot on top of his prey. The lizard now immobilised, Chomper ducked down and quickly decapitated the animal with his jaws. He gulped down the head of the creature, before noticing Ruby’s slightly nauseated expression.
“Umm…sorry…” Chomper muttered, grinning sheepishly. Though considering his teeth were stained with crimson flecks owing to the lizard’s blood, this apology didn’t seem particularly profound.
Nevertheless, Ruby smiled again.
“That’s OK,” she said. “It’s not like I’ve never seen anything like it before. Just be careful who you eat in front of, OK?”
Chomper, returning the smile, nodded, and ducked his head down to continue to tear at the lizard carcass.
“Once you’re done eating,” Ruby continued, “Come to the grass slopes near the Thundering Falls. Littlefoot’s preparing a game of Pointy Seed Bowling.”
“OK!” Chomper complied happily. “Just tell Cera – I’m gonna win this time!”
*
The Bright Circle burned fiercely on Saureen’s scales as she trudged through the thick vegetation, snapping at the swarming biters that kept irking her, without success. She was stiff, tired and just generally fed up. She gazed irritably at Seizon, who was walking in front of her. Apparently, he knew exactly where they were going, and it was ëflawless.’ Well, of course it was. The instructions had been given to him by Xal…
Xal was Seizon’s stepfather, and Seizon simply worshipped him. For some part, Saureen could see why – both of Seizon’s had died when he was still quite young. His father had been the victim of a violent earthshake before Seizon had even hatched, and his mother had succumbed to a mysterious disease that nobody could identify a couple of years later.
Despite the fact that Xal was the only father figure Seizon had ever known, Saureen didn’t see any reason why Seizon should act like a submissive servant before him. Seizon was an extremely head-strong independent individual – surely he could have made his own decisions about what they should have done following the attack? Instead, he had blindly followed Xal’s instructions to head west on a wild fast-runner chase, which they were fighting through now.
With this conclusion firmly in her head, Saureen finally decided to voice her concerns.
“Seizon, this is ridiculous. We need to settle somewhere. My feet are killing me…”
Seizon didn’t even turn around.
“We will do so soon enough,” he replied.
Saureen rolled her eyes.
“In case you haven’t noticed, rockhead, we’ve been wandering west for a whole Night Circle Cycle, and we haven’t gotten ANYWHERE.”
“What makes you so sure?” Seizon demanded, surprising Saureen by turning around to face her.
“Do actually know where we are?” he continued.
“No…”
“Exactly.” Seizon turned back to the direction in which he was walking. “Now shut up. I think I’ve worked it out…yes!”
He turned, beaming, back to his weary companion.
“Come on!” he said, excitedly, pointing to a slowly ascending pile of brown rocks.
“Up that! You’ll see where we are once we get to the top.”
Saureen gave an overrated sigh, but followed nonetheless.
As they climbed up this rocky colossus, Saureen couldn’t help by notice it had a distinctive shape. But of what?
The answer came to her when she reached an almost completely vertical column of boulders.
“This whole rock is shaped like a longneck…” she murmured.
“Yep!” Seizon replied. “Now, climb up its neck, and I’ll show you exactly what I’m talking about!”
It was a tricky climb, but eventually, the two young sharpteeth managed to perch themselves on top of the head.
“This had better be good, Seizon,” Saureen groaned, as he helped her up. “Or else I’ll…”
She broke off when she surveyed the landscape below her. Carved between great mountainous walls was a lush green paradise of rolling hills and fresh water. Saureen had never seen anything so beautiful in her life.
“Where…?” she whispered hoarsely.
“The Great Valley,” Seizon replied coolly.
Saureen looked at him.
“I thought that was only a legend,” she said.
“Oh no,” Seizon said. “It’s real. Very real…and this colossus we’re standing on is called Saurus Rock. Apparently, it’s supposed to protect these inhabitants…”
He narrowed his eyes with disdain as herds of flatteeth came into view in the far distance.
“Well, what are we here for?” Saureen demanded. “Why did Xal send us here?”
“Maybe…” Seizon murmured, his eyes sweeping over the landscape. “Maybe…we’re supposed to take it over?”
“Oh please!” Saureen was angry now. “We’re just kids! A single longneck could squash us flat without blinking an eye. Let’s just go – we’ll get on with that pack we formed last night. Those guys won’t want to be kept waiting anyway…”
“Wait.” Seizon held up a claw to silence her. “Smell that…”
Winds from all over the valley were zeroing in on the two youngsters as they stood there, carrying with them the enticing aromas from all sorts of leaf-eating dinosaurs – longnecks, threehorns, flyers, hollow-horns, duckbills, clubtails…enough to make their mouths water.
But mixed in with all of these appetising whiffs was the unmistakable scent of a…
“Sharptooth?” Saureen was astonished. “Another sharptooth in the valley?”
“A twoclaw about our own age, I believe,” Seizon added, taking a closer sniff.
He stopped and smiled.
“You see!” he grinned at Saureen. “Xal knew exactly what he was doing! Come on, let’s go find this twoclaw!”
“What??”
“Well, you said yourself – a longneck could crush a kid like us easily. If the poor little fool came to the valley in the hope of getting a meal, he’s not going to get much luck. He could get killed.” The bladeback had a wry smile on his face.
“I know you wouldn’t want that to happen!”
Saureen gave a grunt of annoyance before following him off of Saurus Rock.
*
“Well,” Seizon muttered. “This is unexpected…”
They had quickly managed to locate the twoclaw. He was a small, indigo-coloured young fella, who, instead of chasing or being chased by flatteeth, was playing with them.
There he was, in the company of a longneck, a threehorn, a spiketail, a bigmouth, a flyer and a fast-runner, happily integrated and making the same exited grunting noises that they were.
Watching from behind a large cycad plantation, Saureen couldn’t help but be drawn to this curious sight. Did this twoclaw know he was a sharptooth? Did his companions? It was certainly an interesting thing to think about…and interesting was certainly the word to describe this young sharptooth.
Seizon’s snide voice cut across her thoughts.
“He looks like an undernourished hatchling. And I thought we were going to meet a proper twoclaw!”
“Seizon,” Saureen frowned disapprovingly. “He’s done plenty of things we have never even dreamed of. He lives with flatteeth. He can even speak flattooth…”
“Anyone can speak flattooth,” Seizon retorted. “All you have to do is squeak and grunt…”
“Well, for all we know, they could be a lot more sophisticated than that,” Saureen snapped back.
“Oh yeah?” Seizon growled. “We’re talking about our food here – creatures that munch on plants. How can they be sophisticated?”
“Maybe we should ask him.” Saureen spoke with a forced calm.
Seizon sighed.
“Alright – I can’t think of any other reason for Xal sending us here…but we can’t let the flatteeth see us. If we can get him on his own, and then question him about it, he could make a valuable part of our pack.”
“Well, you seem to have changed your mind quickly,” Saureen countered. “A moment ago, he was all; ëovergrown hatchling,’ and now you want him as part of our hunting pack?”
“I expect that’s what Xal wanted,” Seizon replied, shrugging. “And we’ve got to do what he says.”
“Why???” Saureen demanded.
Seizon rounded on her.
“Maybe just because you’ve got a nuclear family you think you can doss around with rules and boundaries,” he snarled. “But Xal is all I have, and I have to show him that he means so much to me. If that means trekking west, then I’ll do it. If it means picking up a total weirdo and putting him in our pack, then I’ll do it. If it means trying to take down a whole herd of longnecks on my own, then I’ll do it. He’s all I have. And I want to make it clear he’s worth every minute of it.”
Saureen, though quite perplexed by this little outburst, gently touched him on the arm.
“You’ve got me,” she said.
Seizon half-smiled and turned his attention back to the indigo sharptooth.
“Sure,” he said. “Now let’s see what this sap-sucker does next…”
*
“That takes it up to eight!” Cera crowed, prancing back to join the others. “Beat that if you can, Chomper!”
Chomper was set.
“Alright!” he declared. “I will!”
He placed the spherical rock in front of him and judged the distance between himself and the upright pointy seeds. He needed at least two to bring his score up to Cera’s eight. Chomper was fairly confident he could top that.
Taking a run-up, he head-butted the rock towards the seeds. The rock simply sailed over them, tumbled down the hill, landed with a resounding splash into the fast water at the bottom of the mound and was swept away.
There was a brief pause, until finally Cera gave a snigger.
“I think that makes me a clear winner…”
“Sorry about that, guys,” Chomper murmured. “I’ve never done that before…”
“Maybe you just getting stronger,” Petrie remarked. “My mum always tell me that eating plenty of treestars make you BIIIIIIG and strong…”
“But Petrie,” Ducky replied. “Chomper doesn’t eat treestars…”
“Oh yeah…”
“Don’t worry!” Chomper suddenly piped up. “I’ll go and get it!”
“You sure?” Littlefoot asked. “We can always do something else if you want…”
“No way!” Chomper replied. “I’m not losing to Cera this time!”
And with that, he ran off.
*
Fortunately, the fast water had washed the rock onto the bank near the Thundering Falls. Chomper bent down to pick it up, when…
“Interesting little gang you have there,” said a voice behind him.
As if having a voice suddenly crop up behind you wasn’t enough, the voice had spoken…in sharptooth. Chomper hadn’t heard anyone speak directly to him in his native language for ages.
He whirled round to see a cyan bladeback his own age standing there, smiling slightly. It was a polite smile, but there was no mistaking the malice in his amber eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Chomper demanded in sharptooth.
The bladeback’s eyes widened.
“So you can speak?” he said. “Good! I though sticking around with that livestock would have numbed your brain a little…”
A little flame of anger erupted in the pit of Chomper’s stomach.
“That ëlivestock,’ as you put it, are my friends,” he growled.
“Oh really?” the bladeback replied coldly. “Well, I have an important job to do, and no pathetic scavenger is going to get in the way of that.”
Before Chomper could open his mouth to retort, another young sharptooth (a twoclaw, like him) wandered into his line of vision from behind some ferns. Her striped scales were of such breath-taking beauty that Chomper forgot what he was doing for a moment.
“Seizon,” the girl said. “You’re always all talk and no action. We need to get moving. We’ll be noticed soon.”
“Hmm…yeah, you’re right,” the bladeback agreed, and without warning, he grabbed one of Chomper’s upper arms, whilst the twoclaw grabbed the other.
Quickly moving into a sprint, they slammed Chomper headlong into a nearby tree. Dazed, he collapsed onto the ground, his vision swimming before him and stars dancing mockingly in front of his eyes.
“Dammit,” he could hear the bladeback say. “Pesky twoclaw skulls are as hard as ever…we’re going to need something else to get this guy out cold…aha!”
Chomper didn’t like the sound of that. He made to stand up, but then a hand pushed him down.
“Don’t,” he heard the female twoclaw whisper. “It’ll be over very shortly…”
Through the hazy coloured blurs, Chomper could see the bladeback walking towards him, carrying a large spherical rock that looked strangely familiar…
Oh damn.
Chomper didn’t remember anymore.
~0~
And there you have it!!!!! Tell me what you think, etc, and I hope you're satisfied with the spacing this time!
Anyway, enjoy. I'm also interested in hearing where you think this story will go. I won't confirm anything, due to spoilers, but I love to hear fan's theories!
