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Chomper stared in disbelief at the green sharptooth. The sharptooth that had attacked on the island relentlessly, attacked his parents, nearly killing him and his friends... it was really his father? But then...who were the sharpteeth who took care of him? Why was he with them?

"I-I don't understand..." He spoke softly. "How...how can you possible be my father? I just watched him die..." He choked, holding back tears.

Slasher closed his eyes and shook his head. "That wasn't your real parents you saw die, my boy." He bent down to comfort Chomper, but the little dinosaur growled and backed away. Slasher looked disappointed.

"Get away from me..." Chomper hissed. "You're lying...It's all lies!"

Slasher sighed. The little boy was pretty upset. He looked towards the island. "You seem pretty convinced that they were your birth parents." He smiled slightly, chuckling a bit.

The blue sharptooth snarled. "What's so funny!" He faced the larger sharptooth. "What is it about my parents that you find so funny!"

The horned sharptooth didn't reply. He just stared at the island. Reaching that island was quite a feat. He wasn't sure how he, or any other land-based sharptooth for that manner, could hope to make it to the island without dying from exhaustion. But somehow, a select few made it to the island alive. He had been one of them.

He was following a scent of potention prey when he found the island. Upon arriving on it, he soon realized that Chomper was there. But being half-starved he went crazy, and thus resulting in the near disastrous meeting that had occurred. Slasher felt a bit bad about what happened, but some of it he did not regret.

Suddenly he felt something hit him in the leg. It didn't hurt too much, but it did sting a little. He looked down to find Chomper clawing at him. He lifted his foot to avoid another scratch from the little creature.

"What are you doing?" He asked as-a-matter-of-factly.

"What do you think?" Chomper swiped at him again. "I demand to know what you found so funny!"

Slasher slowly shook his head. "I cannot say." He looked back at the island. "And let me tell you again, my boy. What I had said, about me being your father... that was no joke." He lowered his gaze. He looked back at Chomper. He didn't say anything, but the same glare was still glued on his face. He didn't look at all convinced that he was telling the truth. Slasher sighed. He would have to tell Chomper the truth. He was worried how this would impact him, though.

"If you're my father..." Chomper inquired slowly, "...then why was I with those two sharpteeth?"

The green sharptooth opened his mouth to speak, but for a few minutes, nothing came out. He wasn't sure just how to begin, or where to begin. "Do you remember anything when you hatched?" He finally asked.

Chomper thought hard as he could. "I remember being surrounded by strange creatures who looked nothing like me. I think they were Littlefoot, Cera, Spike, Ducky, and Petrie. All leaf-eaters. I remember being in the Great Valley, and then those sharpteeth showing up...and taking me in."

Slasher nodded once. "So that's why you were with them. They must've been the ones who caused the whole mess." He scratched his chin as he thought carefully.

Chomper raised an eyebrow. "Come again? What did you mean... caused the whole mess?" He cocked his head.

Another sigh came through his mouth. "I remember I was coming back from a hard hunt when there was an earthshake. Now I knew this couldn't be any natural made earthshake. I figured someone must've caused something to happen inside the cave." He breathed in deeply. "I returned to discover much of the cave, well caved in. Luckily my mate's nesting site was still intact. I was horrified to learn that you were missing. You must've been taken into the Great Valley, and then those two sharpteeth adopted you."

Chomper still wasn't entirely convinced. "Then how come I don't look like you?"

In response to that came a sly smile. "Haven't you noticed your head?" He walked over to the shore line. The water was moving gracefully in and out. "Look in the water, my son."

Chomper gulped, and walked towards the water. He looked up at Slasher for a second, and then saw his reflection. Because of the waves, it was a little distorted. But peering closely, he noticed his head had two white bumps on them! He tried his best to feel them with his claws. It was difficult, but he could finally feel the nubs. They were a bit sharp.

"What...?" He looked at a loss of words. He looked up at Slasher in shock. "How can this be...? I have horns..." He suddenly saw two small horns on the sharptooth's head. "Just like you..." His voice trailed off.

Slasher nodded once. "Yes. I am your real father. Your other 'parents' were not the same species of dinosaur as you are. They adopted you probably because they felt sorry for you."

Chomper shook his head. This couldn't be real. It can't be real! It just can't! "No...no...no..." He whispered, backing away. Everything he ever knew, was a lie? Everything? "My life...it wasn't true? Everything I thought?"

Slasher smiled slightly. "And it all happened because someone moved your egg before you hatched."

The small sharptooth let those words sink in. The reality of what happened was starting to make sense to him now. The horrible truth of Slasher's words made his heart ache with emotional pain. The thought of him being seperated from his real father, taken to worlds he wasn't supposed to be in, causing the death of two innocent sharpteeth... everything sinking in. And all this started boiling up a new emotion inside him. An emotion that felt like it would eat him away... hate.

"So...you now realize the truth?" Slasher asked simply. He could clearly see the anger inside Chomper's eyes. He was pleased.

"Yes...it was their fault..." He whispered. "Their fault...their fault. Their fault!"

Slasher turned away from the island. He looked down at his son. The young sharptooth now had more to hate than to love. Slasher would raise him, like he was supposed to. "I understand your hate, Chomper my boy." He looked out ahead. "I can raise you, and teach you everything I know." He smiled. "What is it you want the most?"

Chomper blinked in surprise at this question. "Hmmm..." He thought carefully. He then came across a word that he thought he'd never use or even try. "I know what I want, father."

"What is it?"

"Revenge..." Chomper hissed through his teeth. "I want to make them pay...I want to make them all pay for what they've done to me!"

Slasher smiled. "And so you shall, in due time, in due time." He started walking towards his home. "Come along, son. Let us go home. And tomorrow your training shall begin..."

Chomper nodded. He walked slowly along his real father's side. Slasher looked down at him, and an evil thought came to his mind. His plan was working. Though he wasn't lying about anything he had said, he was hoping Chomper would react this way. It did work. And now Slasher will finally get to do the one thing that was forbidden among all sharptooth kind: teach a sharptooth to become a murderer.