Chapter 17

Alapu Upala

They will be strong . . . they will be great . . . they will rule like their fathers . . . they will fight like the warriors they are. . . . No matter if we are away . . . or if we are not there for them . . . we will always love you . . . our sons . . . .

Sovereign Athena, Demeter, and Aphrodite Ghidorah

It was Wednesday of mid December, one day after Red Moon had descended. The blood moon stood right next to the earth, its red light beaming down on all continents. Dr. Owens and Lennox were sitting in their office, and had just gotten a phone call that the Atragon had fallen from the sky, and burned up, landing next to New York. Not only that, but it was confirmed that Red Moon was the Titan that had been sighted on the moon, and had descended to finish what it wanted to start: Taking the world for its own. A large storm attacked the monster, and the doctors knew that Ghidorah had conjured the tempest. But when it came into contact with Red Moon, the storm disintegrated, and the brothers had not been seen since.

" . . . What do we do now?" Remington asked.

" . . . I don't know," Frederick replied, "I don't think there is anything we can do. Red Moon has returned, it has destroyed thirty percent of the country; Ghidorah has disappeared, but that doesn't change what they had done to the rest of the earth; worst of all that has happened in the past few hours, our only hope to defeating the Titans has been destroyed, and we can only hope the grandson of the man who made the idea survived."

Lennox turned back to his desk, and looked at all the papers. He had worked here for thirty years, only because he was curious about the monsters, wanting to learn more about them. But as days went by, he knew what the people were trying to do here was much more important, and valiant than what Monarch would ever do. To show the world that there is no need to be afraid anymore. There is no more reason in running from danger. There is no need to be fearful of what the Titans are capable of doing. This place was something that was thought of to give people hope, to help them stand strong, to help them find courage, to look to the skies to see hope flying down to face the demons, a hero known as Atragon. It could not end, not now, not ever.

Even still, they only worked for the place. Satellites proved that Red Moon was heading to San Francisco, except there was nothing they could do to prevent it . . . .

The gravesite was alone, in the middle of a valley covered in dirt, and the evening sun shone down upon it. Adding more pain with every wingbeat, King Ghidorah flew back towards the Kingdom of Lamented Kings, where the gravesite was located. They entered the planet, and landed on their stomach from the pain. Covered in their own blood, and bleeding more, they crawled towards the grave as their open chest spurt out blood from their bleeding, beating heart.

They were close to the burial ground, using their wings to reach out and crawl closer to it. As they progressed, the memory they wished never happened was reminded to them. They never knew why they always remembered, sometimes they would wish they could forget about it, but how could three sons forget about their own mothers . . . .

It happened years ago. Over thousands of moons before the War of the Hollow Earth. The brothers were born that year. It was three days before the Holocaust of the Gidoran Kingdom. The traitor of the kingdom had fallen in love with the father of Godzilla, Dagon, and told him where the Gidorans live, which in turn he told his father, Alliz, the king - at the time. He, other Godzilla species, and their allies joined him in the fight.

Gifted with the power of the Mothra species, they flew to the Kingdom of Lamented Kings, and began the murders. Keizer Ghidorah led all of their greatest warriors to help them fight the Godzilla species. They told their wives, Sovereign Ghidorah, to get as far away from the battle as they could, and Gigan was ordered to go with to protect them. But as they were escaping - the kings held in the Sovereign's wings - Alliz took notice, and followed.

The mothers and warrior had run a few miles from the battle, until they heard a roar, and blue atomic fire was blasted at the Sovereign's back. They fell to their knees in a scream of pain, almost dropping their sons. Gigan turned to see Alliz, and he went to fight him.

The great warrior lashed as hard as he could, drawing blood from his enemy, but was not enough. Alliz thrashed a claw at Gigan, driving through his chest, then pulled his arm out, and kicked the warrior down. He then went to the Sovereign.

They tried to run away, but Alliz drove a claw into their back, and they dropped the brothers. Alliz lifted the mothers above his head, and the kings looked up to see them roaring in pain. Alliz threw them down. Demeter craned her neck to try to blast electricity, but the monster blasted a wave of atomic fire at her, burning her face and most of her hair off. Sovereign Ghidorah stood up, turned, and Demeter, weak but still trying to fight on, sank her teeth into Alliz's shoulder, while Athena blasted electricity in his face, Aphrodite doing the same, but Alliz slashed a claw at her, ripping her face off. They roared in pain and he kicked them back, taking a deep breath, his veins turning orange. Athena blasted thunder at his chest, but did nothing to wound him.

Right when Alliz was about to kill them, a large knife was driven through his heart, and the flames in his body died down - it was Gigan. Alliz fell to his knees as more electricity bombarded him, and the lightning rammed through his chest, blood flying out his back. Gigan kicked him as hard as he could and watched him fall to the ground, then the warrior fell, fainting from the pain.

Sovereign Ghidorah turned, and saw their sons sitting only a few feet away from them. With whatever bit of strength they had, while throwing up blood, Athena, Demeter, and Aphrodite crawled towards Zero, Azazel, and X. Every movement added pain to their body, but the mothers did their best to fight it back to reach their sons, yet the agony soon took over. Their heart began to slow, their brain beginning to fail. They were so close, right there. Sovereign Ghidorah weakly reached a wing out to their sons, the kings doing the same, but wasn't enough to hold each other. Right before their eyes, their mother's heads dropped, and laid motionless. The brothers only stared, still reaching out to them.

It was only then when Keizer Ghidorah came in. He saw Alliz, dead and bleeding profusely. Gigan barely alive and still breathing. Their wives . . . dead. Their sons reaching out to them. The Kings of All Stars fell to their knees, their wings clutching their heads as they roared in utter sorrow for a long, long, long time.

That was the memory King Ghidorah kept thinking about. That was the last time they ever saw their mothers, the last time they heard their voice. They were now in the same situation as them. One inch away from the ones who gave birth to them. A lump of dirt was right in front of them, but their heart began to slow, their blood began to stop, their organs failing, blood pooling around them. They dropped their heads, and let out one, last, deep breath.

Then, all of a sudden, three bolts of electricity covered the kings' body. It lifted them up gracefully, and with such care. Their limbs, wings, and heads hung low as they were held in front of the light of the sun. The blood that covered them was washed away; their wounds were suddenly healed; the gash on their chest sewed itself back together; their heart began to beat again, blood began to flow once more, and the light did the rest.

The electricity had come from the mouths of Keizer Ghidorah, and they watched as their sons were slowly spun around, light protruding from their body. They stood themselves up, and the light exploded. King Ghidorah was now reformed. They were no longer covered in blood, their pain was gone, their wings spreading wide as they were lifted above the ground, and heard their fathers speak to them.

You were always meant to be my sons . . . you were never a mistake . . . you were never a failure . . . you were never false kings . . . you are our sons . . . You Never Act Like A King . . . You Be One.

With such power, King Ghidorah lifted their heads high, and roared in all their grace.