King KaijuLong ago, in an ancient forest, a giant creature led a sad and lonely life. This creature was feared by almost all the inhabitants of the forest, and for good reason too. His ancestors had ruled the forest as the dominant predator for generations. We spoke of this terrible monstrosity in low, frightened voices, for fear of attracting the great beast. As far as he could remember, the monster had no real name other than that of its species. The Kaiju King. A creature at least 100 feet tall, armored skin as black as night, a giant maw filled with dagger-like teeth, gigantic claws that cut like scythes, and a roar that shook the earth itself from fear. King had been alone most of his life, he had never known his parents. His only friend was a large pterodactyl named Rodan. The king had been so confused, how could a creature be so different from him? He was huge, even as a baby. Rodan was an abnormally large pterodactyl, that was true, however, he was still very small compared to King. King had thick, black skin and fairly short, stubby arms. Rodan, on the other hand, was lithe and red-brown, with a set of long, leathery wings that allowed him to soar high into the skies. Despite their differences, they got along surprisingly well, becoming best friends. Yet the animals of the forest despised and distrusted King, and by extension Rodan. Ever since he was young, King has wondered why everyone is afraid of him. He realized it looked scary, but there were plenty of other scary things in the forest, and none of them got the same response as coming out of the trees. It was during this time that King often felt the long... middle of paper ...... sharp teeth in Anguirus' throat. Hot blood gushed across King's face, driving him further into a frenzy. Something else stirred deep within King, something new, something furious. A burning anger filled King's entire being, and he let it out. A bright flame erupted from King's gaping maw, flooding Anguirus' form with a large and destructive explosion. As King stood over the charred and dying form of Anguirus, he said only one thing. “Pride comes before a fall.” Then King returned to his group of new friends, feeling no remorse for having killed such a loathsome beast. King would no longer be afraid, because he had defeated his greatest enemy: himself. By moving away with the village elders, he knew that he could now live a long and happy life. He had discovered a house where it was not cold and alone, he had discovered a family.