legends were born with lighting and blood

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Young Ghidorah stretched out his necks for the first time. His twelve eyes being exposed to sunlight for the very first time. He used his other two heads to scan the area, noticing other shapes around him. At this moment in time he doesn't quite have an understanding on what an egg is, or what numbers are, so he just refers to the other white things around him as pale shells.

He suddenly feels something grab his left wing and pull him upwards. He used two of his necks to look at what ever had grabbed him. A larger, less fluffy version of him had grabbed him with its right neck and was using the others to inspect him. He couldn't comprehend what this was about, but he also didn't care all that much.

He wanted to stretch his wings, and not like this. He wanted to fly as high as he possibly could, and never come back down. The larger version of him put him down and he looked at the rest of the pale shells in the large golden nest they were all in. Ghidorah got up, using his wing to hold him self in place.

Suddenly, small sparks began to pop from out his hair like fluf. Young Ghidorahs have fluffy hair like filaments that help them conduct their electrical powers, but the males loose all their fluf and grow large, extravagant spikes, horns, and crest, while the female keep a small portion of fluf around all three of their necks, creating small manes.

Ghidorah sniffed his fluf and looked at the larger version of himself. That one had a small mane around its three necks. Instinctually, Ghidorah knew that this individual that had picked him up was female, and that it was his mother. She quickly picked him up again, but with her leg head. Ghidorah looked around and saw a much larger Ghidorah advancing towerds both of them.

The larger one stopped and sniffed Ghidorah with its left head. The larger Ghidorah had a moon shaped crest on each of its heads, two large horns on each head, and twelve orange eyes that radiated both anger and experience. This Ghidorah felt much older then his mother, so he nicknamed him, Grand Ghidorah.

Grand Ghidorah sniffed him once again before leaving. Ghidorah hadn't really been taking in his surroundings, only the nest and what was inside. When he was able to look around, he saw countless golden pillars made out of unknown materials, endless amounts of mountains stained with red dirt, and a cloudy sky.

Suddenly, golden lighting began to rain from the sky, and Ghidorah heared cries from creatures everywhere. Loud, and quiet he heared the monsterus calls of beast all around him. He let out a small bididi, before his mother held him closer to her. She looked at the other pale shells in the nest, and used her other two heads to devour them all at once.

What ever was going on, his mother was clearly getting agitated by it. There was a powerful gust of wind and Suddenly both of them were in the air. Ghidorah's mother flew into the sea of golden electricity before diving downwards. Ghidorah stretched his three necks out to see what was below them, and he saw a vast forest like area, filled with many different creatures.

He wanted to fly around on his own, but his wings weren't big enough quite yet, so he'll have to leave the flying to his mother. She flew around with him for what felt like miles and miles, before she finally landed. She stopped in a large area with six large mountains surrounding it.

His mother looked around with all three of her necks before grabbing him once again and flying towerds one of the large mountains. She flew into a large cave and put him down. She poked her long necks outside of the cave and looked around.

There hadn't seemed to be any danger as of now, so why would she be so worried. The Golden lighting storms raged on as Ghidorah stayed in the cave, trying to figure out how his own wings worked. He knew he could use them for walking, and potentially running, but he wanted to learn how to fly.

He spread his wings and flapped them as hard and as fast as he could, but nothing happened really happened. After what felt like hours of trying to fly, Ghidorah finally seemed to get some lift. As he began to fly around, his mother suddenly snatched him from out of the sky and crawled out of the cave.

Ghidorah screeched in frustration, still wanting to be left alone so he could learn how to fly already. His mother held him with her middle head and took flight once again, but this time she seemed to be going in a new direction. As she flew, the electrical storms began to subside, and the natural golden and white colors began to take over once more.

Ghidorah's mother flew for a while, until she landed, but this landing sight felt different. Ghidorah could feel eyes on him, and they weren't his mother's. He suddenly saw two young Ghidorahs fly past his mother. Both of them were twice his size and flying around, presumably chasing eachother around.

Ghidorah long for that, he wanted to spread his wings and fly. However now wasn't the time to learn how to fly. Little did Ghidorah know, he was born into a war torn species, and he might just be their only hope left.

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