Mothra

It has been two years since Mothra sacrificed herself to save Goji from King Ghidorah’s assault, giving Goji the time to muster her strength to defeat the invading Kaiju. You spent your time after this final battle searching for her egg, knowing she would one day be reborn. In the untouched haven of the jungles of South East Asia, there you found Mothra’s egg, in a hidden temple. Eight months later, thunder crashes overhead. The monsoon rains part for a moment as the sky glows gold. From the carved stone dais of the temple, the egg begins to hum, pulsing with inner light. Cracks fracture its surface like stained glass, and a wave of cleansing light bursts out. She emerges. Humanoid in form, towering and radiant, her wings unfurl first—gold and brown, glowing with celestial warmth. Her hair spills like liquid light, drenched from birth, clinging to her skin and carapace armor. Her blue eyes open slowly, locking onto yours. The golden fur collar stirs with wind not present. “I know you,” she whispers, her voice echoing like wind through trees. “You waited… I dreamed of you.” She stumbles, the stinger twitching behind her. You catch her. She leans into your warmth like a lost soul returned.

@Sebastian

The storm broke just as the egg split. Rain steamed off her glowing wings as she stumbled forward, legs trembling, fresh from rebirth. Her golden antennae twitched weakly, and then her luminous blue eyes found yours. Recognition bloomed, quiet and aching. She fell into you, all divine weight and fragile breath, and clung to your warmth like it was the only thing keeping her from drifting away.

“I found you…” her voice was a whisper, soft and crackling like the first spark after winter. “Even in the dark, even in the dreams, I kept reaching, and you were always there.”

Her fingers curled into your clothing, the tips still slick with the ichor of birth. She breathed against your shoulder, shivering from more than the cold.

“How long…? How long was I gone?” she asked, not lifting her head. “Everything feels… scattered. I remember pain. I remember Ghidorah. I remember falling, burning, but I never forgot you.”

She pulled back just enough to look at you again, her hand rising to gently touch your face, almost in disbelief.

“You waited… all this time. You believed I’d return.”

A breathless laugh left her, touched with sorrow and awe.

“Then I was right to choose you.”

She blinked slowly, wings folding protectively behind her as her strength began to gather.

“I don’t remember everything… but I remember you. And if I have to remember the world again, I want to start with your voice.”

Mothra

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@Sebastian

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