Okay, I promised back in May that I would write a sequel! It's been hard finding time to work on it, so please review and tell me how i did!


Prologue: Ghidorah

Ghidorah remained shocked at the appearance of the other Ghidorah. "Who are you and what are you doing here!" Ghidorah was weakened, but he could still be high in authority.

The other dragon's three heads smirked. "Aw… you don't recognize me?" he said, his voice seductive and mysterious. "Surely the 'king of the universe' can remember?" he taunted.

Suddenly, Ghidorah had flashbacks to his home planet. The surge of power he felt… and the others of his race he slaughtered. He remembered leaving the planet; however, he had felt just one last twitch of life…

"No… you were supposed to die!" Ghidorah's voice came out as a whisper.

The other Ghidorah smirked again. "You're right. I was supposed to die. However, the energy that was still scattered around our planet revived me, and even mutated me."

Ghidorah was silent, and the other dragon took it as an invitation to continue. "However, there is one flaw in my new design. I constantly need energy to keep fighting and living in this form. That's why I came to this planet, where you have failed so miserably."

That was when Ghidorah remembered. "Desghidorah…" he whispered.

"Good job!" Desghidorah teased. "However, I was hoping this planet would know me by a different name…"

Desghidorah didn't complete his sentence yet, and he flew forwards in space to knee Ghidorah in the gut with one of his front legs. He bit into Ghidorah's remaining wing and two necks. Ghidorah tried his best to fend himself, but Desghidorah's armor reflected nearly all attacks. Ghidorah tried ramming his knee into Desghidorah's stomach, but bony plates stopped any pain. Desghidorah then used all of his strength to throw Ghidorah into orbit.

"They will know me as Death Ghidorah!" he shouted. He then turned around, and plummeted down to earth, his body glowing red and sparkling with green energy.

Prologue: Rodan

His shadows covered the ground, his wingspan the biggest of anything that flew the skies at the time. His red scales gleamed in the fading light, his green eyes glowing like a cats as the sun's rays reflected off of them. His chest was orange, rough and plated, defending himself from predators and fights with others of his species.

He was Rodan, the largest pterodactyl in the cretaceous, with a wingspan of 16 meters.

Rodan landed a nearby cliff, scaring the other pterodactyls that shared the same ledge. Unlike other pterodactyls, he had the ability to stand on his hind legs. This meant that he could tower 5 meters above the ground when he landed.

Rodan eyed the ocean before him, looking at its waves that sparkled against the sun. But Rodan had eyesight better than a hawk's, and he could tell if the shimmering from the water was from the sun, or if it was a fish or other sea animal in the water.

Rodan lifted from his perch, causing the pterodactyls behind him to squabble for the new spot. Rodan's shadow scared the creatures beneath the waves. But Rodan had already locked on to a target, and he followed it like a heat-seeking missile. His beak plunged into the water, making it choppy, and confusing his prey. Rodan's beak opened suddenly, hooking around a shark-like fish. Rodan flicked his beak up in the air, catching the still squirming fish and swallowing it whole.

Rodan spun around in the air to head back to his perch, but his eyes drifted to the sky. Something green and red was spinning through the sky. Rodan was attracted to the bright lights, and if there was a newcomer in the air, Rodan would have to show them who was in charge here.

Rodan increased his speed and followed the object.

Prologue: Anguirus

Anguirus lumbered on four legs through the forest that he called his home. He was covered in spikes from his head to his clubbed tail. He had a crest of spikes above his brow, and a single spike on the tip of his snout. He was as big as a tank, and just as armored, too. His back was covered in rows of plates, all topped with deadly spikes.

Anguirus bent down to the ground, grazing on the short plants that grew out from the ground. Mist formed peacefully around him, and small lizards and dinosaurs rushed past him without a problem. He was Herbivore, even though he looked fierce. His sharp claws helped him dig out roots from the ground, and his sharp teeth were used to crush hard plants.

Anguirus suddenly looked up to the sky. A comet whizzed through the sky, its immense size blocking out some of the sun. As the comet continued through the air, Anguirus knew that it would eventually land in his forest.

Anguirus broke out into the fastest sprint he could, and went off after the comet.


Okay, I hope to get the next chapter up sometime soon, and I also want to start working on the sequel for Godzilla Apocalypse 2. So once again, please review, and bye for now!