Originally written: 6-8-2018
Infant Island:
Mothra rests on her large stone platform, surrounded by beautiful flowers and lush foliage; watching quietly as her subjects dance and sing songs around her. A large rainbow-colored egg rests within a nest of broken trees and shrubs in front of her, slightly bumping every few minutes. Mothra waddles to her egg, imagining the life her offspring could have; hoping she will live a more peaceful life than the battle-ridden struggles she was forced to endure.
Looking up at the skylight in her cave; she chirps, flaps her multi-colored wings, and lifts herself from her den, flying away from her mountain home. She gazes at the beauty of her lush jungles, lively village, rocky terrain, and desolate radiated wastelands. She flies North toward the rocky shores and desolate beach; still scorched from a battle many years ago.
Past:
Infant Island’s waters heat as a surge of bubbles rises to the surface. A large red and black monster emerges from beneath the waves, howling at the island as it steps upon the sand. Its body heats the sand, turning it into glass with every step. Any natives unfortunate enough to be near the shore feel faint and run away, trying to escape the intense heat.
Mothra chirps at the fire demon named Bahemet to return to the sea. Bahemet snarls at Mothra, roaring back a challenge, unwilling to turn away.
Mothra vs. Bahemet…Bahemet charges and lashes out with its claws as Mothra keeps her distance by ascending higher above the beast. Realizing being too close to Bahemet could melt her wings, Mothra launches a barrage of rainbow beams from her antennae upon the intruder. Bahemet endures the attack as the beams brush against its tough rock-like hide. Bahemet spews lava from its mouth at Mothra, who nimbly dodges the attack. The lava lands on the sandy shore, turning the sand into glass.
Worried for her island and people, Mothra flies over the ocean and starts flapping her wings to push the seawater toward the shore, extinguishing the fires encroaching on the jungle.
Bahemet spews more lava at Mothra, who again dodges the molten rock and continues pushing the water upon her foe. The water douses the fiery magma and turns to steam as it collides against Bahemet’s hide.
Taking her chance, Mothra flies into the steam and releases a cloud of pollen from her scales. Bahemet chokes on the pollen cloud, hacking embers of magma to clear its throat. Pressing her advantage, Mothra fires several beams from her antennae from the bright cloud. Bahemet howls in agony as it rolls across the sand, trying to shake the pollen off and escape the barrage of ethereal energy.
Unable to tolerate anymore, Bahemet rushes back to the sea; groaning as it disappears underneath the waves.
Present:
Snapping back into reality, Mothra flies away from the hardened beach, southeast toward the brittle jungle. Several empty patches break up the forest with dead brush. The natives pick the large, radiated fruits from the massive trees. Mothra hovers overhead, watching live their lives within the damaged forest. Some bow before her beauty while others continue gathering food.
Mothra thinks back to when the forest was lush with life, before the invasion of the Mu empire.
Past:
Mu was an old civilization long before humans modernized the major continents. Like all great nations, the Mu empire wanted to expand its territory through force and devastating weaponry. Mu invades Infant Island, easily overrunning the inhabitants with their superior firepower and sheer force.
The inhabitants fight well, hiding in the jungle and using the savage killer plants and large insects to slow the Mu advancing forces. The natives retreat to their villages and caves, praying to Mothra for support against the invaders.
Hearing their fear, Mothra ascends to the sky and attacks the Mu forces.
Mothra vs. Mu army...flapping her strong wings to kick up hurricane-like winds, the forces are routed back toward the coastline. When others refused to yield, Mothra released a loud howl, scaring the rest of the soldiers away.
Intimidated but not defeated, the Mu forces regrouped and launched several bombs upon the island. Using her antennae beams, Mothra blasted several out of the sky, but others impacted upon the jungle. Green radiation clouds erupt from the jungle, poisoning any native unlucky enough to be caught in the haze. Mothra puts her body in the way of incoming bombs, protecting the natives from the ensuing assault. Flapping her wings again, she blows away the large radiation clouds back toward the Mu forces. Continuing her assault, Mothra fires a volley of beams upon the enemy, each blast destroying their ships and reducing their forces.
The invaders retreat from the island, sailing away over the sunset. Resting on the beach, Mothra continued watching the horizon in case the invaders were to return.
The Mu continent would one day be destroyed by their hubris and vain attempts for control; waking a monster that would lead to their downfall.
Present:
The natives continue picking their vegetation as Mothra flies toward a small cave with large bones and rocks buried in the dirt. Mothra lands near the entrance, thinking back on past battles she fought from this tunnel to the Hollow Earth: Kamacuras the praying mantis, Varan the flying squirrel, other islanders, and stray wild animals. Each one either fled or died upon the entrance. She's lived through many battles, survived grave wounds, and always returned stronger to protect her people. Still, one fight stands out in her mind; a battle that came closest to claiming her island; her battle against Battra.
Past:
Feeling the ground shake from her den, Mothra flies up to inspect the peculiar tremors. Scouting the area, Mothra spots a large cloud of dirt kick up, polluting the air with dust and smoke. The natives choke on the smoke as it engulfs their villages.
Flapping her wings, Mothra clears the dust away from her people, before escorting them to their caves for protection.
Rising, Battra (larval form) howls at Mothra, scowling as it watches her protect the humans. The 2 monsters exchange cries, communicating in a language only they can understand.
Mothra knows why Battra is here. As she is the protector of humanity, Battra is the destroyer. A black Mothra birthed from the Earth to maintain balance and punish life when it harms the planet.
In what can be guessed as Mothra pleading for Battra to leave her peaceful island alone, Battra is focused on fulfilling its job and eradicating any life threatening the planet.
Battra fires a yellow bolt of energy from its large cranial horn, damaging the cave behind Mothra as rocks spill into the village, killing dozens.
Mothra vs. Battra (larva)...Mothra returns fire with a barrage of her rainbow antenna beams. The attack singes Battra’s tough hide, causing Battra to fire back with another bolt from his cranial horn. They continue exchanging beams with Mothra weaving around the bolts, redirecting Battra’s focus onto her and not the people. Battra waddles away from the cave, closer into the jungle where Mothra releases her pollen.
Struggling to breathe in the poisonous cloud, Battra digs underground and races toward the ocean. The seawater washes away the poison as Battra surfaces and takes in a deep breath of fresh air.
Mothra closes in, firing another volley of antenna beams that strike Battra and spray columns of water into the air. Howling from the attack, Battra howls before releasing an ear-piercing screech before being engulfed by light.
After a few seconds, the light fades and Battra, now transformed into his black moth form, flies above the ocean and is ready to continue the battle.
Mothra vs. Battra (imago)... The two moth kaiju howl and slam into each other mid-air; slashing, clawing, biting, at one another with neither monster giving an inch. Battra fires several prism beams from his triple cranial horns upon Mothra, burning her body and lighting wildfires upon the forest floor. Mothra releases her pollen again, but Battra uses his new wings to blow the poisonous cloud away. Mothra turns and sees her island being engulfed by the fires from their battle. She is horrified by the collateral damage when her people are innocent and trying to live their lives peacefully with nature.
Mothra slams into Battra, knocking the hardened monster back. Unleashing all her abilities, she blasts Battra with her beams while releasing her pollen directly in Battra's face. Battra shrieks in agony as the pollen burns his eyes, unable to clear it away at close range. Unyielding, Mothra continues her assault; slashing and clawing at Battra while he flails in pain, his screams echoing across the island.
Blinded, wounded and with the pollen slowly paralyzing his body, Battra caws before plummeting into the sea below, disappearing beneath the waves.
Mothra stares at the water, waiting for Battra to emerge again, possibly in a new form. This time, however, Battra didn't resurface.
Present:
Mothra remembers how tired she was after her battle with Battra, and how long it took to put the fires out with her injuries. Some of those wounds never healed properly, but she carried on regardless.
Drained, Mothra gazes upon the sunset as she looks back to the air and flies to her den to rest with her egg.
Mothra rests on her perch, nuzzling her egg as she softly chirps to it. She feels a faint tap from the egg as it slowly rocks side to side. The Fairies and natives all crowd around Mothra; singing, dancing, and praying to her and the egg. They sing and pray past sunset until the moon shines through the skylight.
Looking at the peaceful night sky, Mothra stretches her wings out and chirps one last time before going limp, her eyes doing day, and her wings sheltering her egg.
As Mothra dies, the egg rattles harder. Each roll is accompanied by a harder nudge until the egg cracks open. The Fairies smile as they watch a newborn larva Mothra emerge from her shell; stretching her body up and chirping to the moonlit sky.
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