King Kaiju Long ago, in an ancient forest, a giant creature lived a sad and lonely life. This creature was feared by almost all inhabitants of the forest, and for good reason too. Its ancestors had ruled the forest as the dominant predator for generations. The terrible monstrosity was spoken of in frightened, hushed whispers for fear of attracting the great beast. As far as he remembered, the monster had no real name except that of its species. Kaiju King. A creature at least 100 feet tall, with armored skin as black as night, a giant maw filled with dagger-like teeth, gigantic claws that cut like scythes, and a roar that made the very earth tremble in fear. King had been alone most of his life, never knowing 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 when he was a baby. Rodan was an unusually large pterodactyl, that was true, yet he was still very small compared to King. King had thick, black skin and rather short, stubby arms. Rodan, on the other hand, was lithe and garnet red, with a set of long, leathery wings that allowed him to soar high into the skies above. Despite their differences, they got along surprisingly well, becoming best friends. However, the forest animals despised and distrusted the king and, to a greater extent, Rodan. Ever since he was young, King wondered why everyone was afraid of him. He realized that it looked scary, but there were a lot of other scary-looking things in the forest, and none of them got the response he got when he came out of the trees. It was during these moments that King often felt the long... middle of paper... sink its teeth into Anguirus' throat. Warm blood splashed across King's face, driving him even more into a frenzy. Something else stirred deep within King, something new, something furious. White-hot anger filled King's entire being, and he let it out. A brilliant flame flew from King's gaping maw, engulfing Anguirus' form in a large, destructive explosion. As King stood over Anguirus' charred and dying form, he said only one thing. “Pride comes before a fall.” Then King returned to his group of new friends, feeling no remorse for taking the life of such a loathsome beast. King would no longer be afraid, because he had defeated his greatest enemy: himself. As he walked away with the village elders, he knew that from now on he could live a long and happy life. He had discovered a house that wasn't cold and lonely, he had discovered a family.