Chapter 11
We fight for our Kingdom, we fight for our families. The ones we hold dear are friends for eternity. The ones we love . . . are our true family.
Queen Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos Ghidorah
The sun descended on the Kingdom of Lamented Kings, and the light of two moons shinned down on the planet. The stars emanated beautiful strands of light as well, creating an amazing scenery in the darkness of space. King Ghidorah walked over a hill, admiring the glowing diamonds above. All of them were suns, and every one had a solar system, each inhabited by species they never knew existed, but knew they were there.
They all belonged to their fathers - every planet, every galaxy, the entire universe was under their control. Other species have not known that, but in time, they will. Some day, they will be ruled by the Fallen Star. They shall rule with strength, dignity . . . and love for one another. Their friends, their family, their people . . . and their mothers.
They had been flying, walking all day, meeting all of the ones they knew, loved, and missed. They decided to kneel down, and rest. They closed their eyes, enjoying the comfort of the stars, and the solace of home.
Remembering the past was the thought they wanted to reflect on. Their mothers were the only ones they thought of, always depression and sadness because of their loss. Because of their friends, it helped them feel more content, and happy in life. For many years, Baron Ghidorah was the nicest Gidorans they had met. When Zero, Azazel, and X were in their mid teens, they had met someone else, someone who would never forget them, never forsake them, and always be by their side. Queen Ghidorah. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. Never had they felt compassion as this before, and considered the Queens may rule by their side.
Imagining the Queen made all three of the kings feel happiness, and they almost produced a smile until they heard someone walking up to them. Thinking it may be a threat, they opened their eyes, and were speechless. Kneeling right in front of them, staring eye to eye . . . was Queen Ghidorah. Their black hair almost matched with space; their eyes glowing like the stars; their scales red as blood, and purple as beauty.
. . . We thought we would never see you again.
. . . We thought the same thing.
Here you are.
Here we shall stay.
We missed you.
. . . We missed you all . . . .
