The skies were gray with dust, bits and streaks of orange light danced across it. The odd piece of metal came crashing down from it as well, being accompanied by rain. Much of this debris landed in the blue ocean bellow, snuffing out the flames that coated them. Said ocean seemed to swallow these pieces quickly, leaving not a trace of them. Let alone the small storm that brought the rain, seemed to encourage large waves to drive the debris deeper underwater.
Though, none of those fiery parts were man made, in fact none of it was even from this planet. Whatever force once owned or made it, seemed to be long gone. With their disappearance or destruction, it left much of their artifacts to be lost in a seemingly endless ocean.
Though the blue water seemed to eat everything in its wake, there was an island nearby. A secluded one with not another landmass in sight. Despite the storm, the raining fire kept the isolated place well lit as if to expose it to the world. Yet, there was just one thing off about this odd spark of life called an island. It had trees, sandy beaches, even some rocky cliffs, but none of that stood out from any normal island.
No, it was something on the beach that stood out. Much like the fiery alien machinery falling from the sky, it did not belong to this world. However, unlike that machinery, it was alive. Although barely, there were weak breaths coming from it. As if it had only barely clung onto life moments earlier, though it would be obvious that was the case when one looked at its body.
Traced upon golden scales, were deep scars, blood pouring from holes, burn marks, and oddly colored bruises. Not to say the rest of the body wouldn't stand out. It had three heads, two tails, and wings with several holes burned into them. Eventually this creature slowly opened its eyes, each one glowing a reddish orange. All it could hear or comprehend at the moment though was loud high-pitched ringing in its ears. Needless to say, it wasn't exactly feeling amazing from this ordeal.
After what felt like an eternity, this beast could at least remember its name. Well, his name to be exact. Ghidorah, he thought to himself. Each head getting up from the now bloody sand slowly. Memories raced into each head like bullets as he did. Memories that were recent, and many more that were long before any of this. The dragon couldn't quite place images to any of them however, only those that had just happened. It all started to come back to him now, and as they did his rage grew. He knew his alien masters were all but dead or gone now. As for the cause, he knew that as well.
Those, annoying pesky humans, and that dammed Godzilla. Even if the memories of the battle were now foggy, he could picture enough of it to be angry. The human's metal machines, the fellow earth kaiju, and Godzilla himself dueling Ghidorah. As the dragon recalled each little detail of it, suddenly he had a grim thought. He was stuck.
Though he could survive in space, he could by no means travel in it efficiently. Let alone the fact his entire body seemed to be injured, so even the idea of trying anyway was out of the picture. He may have hated those small aliens who had control over him, but at least they could take him from planet to planet. In the meantime, Ghidorah simply sat in a small pool of his blood. Of course, he didn't have a powerful healing factor like his hated rival. So, for the time being, he would have little choice but to rest.
As the rain beat down on his different heads, the one on the left noticing something in the trees. It wasn't much, just the slightest tinge of movement. His normal senses were muddy so he struggled to know what was there. That and actually moving into the forest to investigate would be difficult. Each head slowly turned over to those green trees, surprisingly for this planet the trees were quite large. In fact, they were too large. Even Ghidorah knew they could only get that big from radiation or other sources. Yet, as he looked deep into those woods movement was clearly there. Only one of his heads had clear vision at the moment, and once it saw what it was, Ghidorah felt adrenaline pump into his veins.
It took him so much, just to move back from those green trees. Water splashed onto his feet, as he saw several vines shoot out from the trees. His left head was just too close to it all, as two vines wrapped around his neck. A venus fly trap like mouth on the tip of the vine shrieked, as it coiled around him. The now wrapped up head, tried to move down to bite the vine, but rose like thorns defended the plant matter.
As he focused too much on the vine, several more shot from the woods, each having hungry mouths on their tips. Several of these jaws bit into his scales, with others coiling around his body to hold him still. Before he could open his own jaws to unleash what little bit of his gravity beams he had left, more vines wrapped around them to keep them closed.
The ground shacked as the source of the vines approached, its stench containing Godzilla's. A large crocodile like mouth arose from the trees, as a body bigger than Ghidorah loomed over him. He barely knew this kaiju, but he knew of her. Biolante leaned her large mouth down to him and began to speak. "Death Song of Three Storms? This is anti-climactic" she said in a rumbling tone. All he could do was let out a rumbling growl against her, this only caused to give her a toothy grin.
"Since you seem so eager to talk, how about we work out a deal?"
to be continued