Prologue.

Mothra sat atop the Tokyo Skytree, surveying the entirety of the bustling city as the sun's light faded into night. She listened to the sounds of Tokyo and heard cries for help far across the vast city. Her magnificent multihued wings opened and she took off into the night.

Mothra's oblique path brought her closer to the cries. Her antennae flicked from side to side, absorbing the sounds of the city. Once she had found the sound she was looking for, she turned sharply in mid - air and shot towards the cries like a insectoid bullet.

The citizens of Tokyo looked up at her and cried in shock and awe. Mothra paid them no heed. Though she would always protect and serve the human race, she cared little for them as individuals. That's not why she had been created for.

As she quietly rounded the corner, a blazing tower came in to view. Ten out of the 40 stories were on fire and they were the bottom ten, making the top 30 stories look like they were floating on a bloated rubicund bonfire.

Screams of terror pierced the air as Mothra drifted to a halt right before the flames. Slowly but surely, she began to flap her wings, getting faster and faster.

Her wings stirred up the air, creating short sharp winds that blasted the fire, buffeting it. Mothra beat her wings faster still, rapidly increasing the strength of the winds, which soon became gales.

The gales washed over the flames, starving them of oxygen and before long, they were extinguished.

Her work done in Tokyo, Mothra glided away from the city and out over the glistening sea, towards the twilight sun. The sea and sky faded from bright blue to black within minutes, but Mothra didn't mind. She relied on hearing more than sight anyway.

She flew on across the ocean the pitch black night, never tiring and never growing hungry. As she sensed the continent of North America in the distance, a great shock went through her body.

Startled, Mothra forgot to flap her wings and she plummeted out of the sky. At the last minute before she hit the ocean, she spread her wings and soared back up into the sky. She wheeled around in mid - air and scanned the ocean for the source of the threat.

As she listened for signs of activity, a great arc of blue electricity shot out of the ocean's surface. This time she was ready, however. As the arc approached, the silver scales on Mothra's abdomen peeled off and formed a barrier between her and the blast.

The electricity hit her scales and rebounded sharply, hurtling back to its source, which it hit with a blinding flash. Just to be sure, Mothra fire a toxic dart at the source from her abdomen, then she sailed on through the otherwise tranquil night.

Mothra reached the West Coast of North America and flew down towards the ground. She touched down on the ground and immediately, silver cables sprung out of the lush green grass and tied her up. Mothra squeaked in protest and struggled to get free, but the cables shot iridescent sparks into her body.

She shuddered wildly but the sparks kept on coming until she could take no more. Mothra slumped into unconscious and collapsed into the grass, which opened up, dropping her into oblivion.