I'm a Kaiju!?

Part 36: Child of Taboo

Disclaimer: This fanfic is just for fun! It's all made up and meant purely for entertainment. Any resemblance to real stuff is totally coincidental. I don't own the original characters or worlds; that credit goes to the awesome creators. No harm or disrespect is intended. Enjoy the ride!

Author's Note:

So, I have to spill the beans. Someone hit me up with a suggestion that I just couldn't shake off. They were like, "Yo, why not dive into the epic showdown between Ghidorah and Battra for the first time?" At first, I kind of hesitated, you know? Like, how could I possibly do justice to such an intense showdown?

After mulling it over for a while (okay, maybe a bit longer than a while), I realized y'all were onto something. So, here it is—a flashback chapter delving deep into the very first encounter between Battra and Ghidorah.

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In the frigid depths of the Age of Ice and eternal winter, Earth's ancient landscapes were not just battered by the relentless chill but by a cataclysmic threat of a different nature altogether. The Kaijus, towering monstrosities that once ruled the planet unchallenged, now face a crisis unlike any before. Slowly but steadily, the very essence of their world was being reshaped, transformed by an insidious force from beyond the stars.

A great unease hung in the air as the gargantuan beings witnessed the gradual terraformation of their beloved home. It wasn't the relentless advance of the ice sheets that troubled them most, but the subtle, ominous changes wrought by an alien Kaiju, whose appearance was as mysterious as it was menacing. 

Its arrival was shrouded in mystery; whispered rumors among the Kaiju spoke of golden scales that shimmered with an otherworldly light and wings that spanned the horizon with an ominous majesty. Its form, a grotesque amalgamation of serpentine heads, each adorned with malevolent eyes, struck fear into the hearts of even the bravest Kaijus. With every flap of its colossal wings, the very fabric of Earth seemed to tremble, a testament to the unearthly power it possessed.

This creature was known only as Ghidorah, the golden devil, the golden terror, and the beast of the stars.

Godzilla and Mothra, titans among titans, had dared to confront this otherworldly menace. Their clash shook the very foundations of the earth, but, alas, victory eluded them. The confrontation with Ghidorah had been disastrous. Godzilla, with his immense strength, and Mothra, with her divine grace, had sought to challenge the alien invader. But Ghidorah proved to be an unstoppable force, its power beyond comprehension, and its wrath unrelenting. Forced to retreat, Godzilla and Mothra nursed their wounds, knowing that facing Ghidorah alone would mean certain death.

Now, as they sought refuge amidst the icy wilderness, Godzilla and Mothra found themselves locked in a tense deliberation. The plan to defeat Ghidorah rested upon a perilous gambit: to lure the alien invader into the domain of another formidable Kaiju, Shimu. With Shimu's ability to freeze everything in its path within seconds, the hope was to ensnare Ghidorah in an icy prison from which it could never escape.

"Godzilla," Mothra implored, her voice tinged with urgency, "we cannot allow Ghidorah to continue unchecked. Shimu's power could be our only hope to stop it."

Godzilla's fierce and unwavering gaze bore the weight of responsibility on his broad shoulders. He knew the dangers that lay ahead and the countless ways their plan could unravel with catastrophic consequences. But as he looked into Mothra's eyes, he saw the resolve mirrored within them—the unwavering determination to safeguard their world at any cost.

"Damn it all," Godzilla muttered, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon where Ghidorah lurked. "I hate this plan. Leading that golden devil straight to Shimu feels like signing our own death warrant."