Chapter 1 - A Spirit God
It was night in the late Muromachi period. Godzilla walked through a huge forest, crushing the trees beneath him into piles of dead wood. He was a 100 meter tall, mutant dinosaur. Originally a surviving dinosaur from the prehistoric age named a Godzillasaurus, he had travelled down to the Earth's core and absorbed enough radiation to transform him into what he was. After being later attacked and hunted down and feared by humans, Godzilla had grown a somewhat hatred towards humanity. His goal was very simple: Survive. It was very disheartening for him to do so considering he was the only one of his kind. But he had to survive, and if humanity was a threat to his survival, and wiping humanity out would help him survive, so be it.
Then suddenly, Godzilla noticed something on the tree tops. It was very small but bright and glowing white. Godzilla looked closer. It looked like a little person with a large head. It clearly wasn't human, and it couldn't be a threat, could it? Then another appeared out of nowhere, and then another and another and another. The forest was full of these creatures. Godzilla stood his ground. He couldn't look away. He wasn't going to fight. They didn't seem like creatures to fight, but he was certainly concerned about what they were. Godzilla growled. The creatures didn't move. Then one of them chattered their head. Then another and another. Then all of them were chattering. The sound of their chattering consumed the air. Godzilla didn't understand what they were doing, and then he saw something walking in the distance...something big.
He saw a giant, water-like, walking animal. It didn't look mortal. It looked like a God. It looked like a Spirit. Perhaps it was. Perhaps the small creatures were Spirits too, or Sirens or something. The Giant Walking Creature stood before him. Godzilla had never seen anything like this creature. He had no idea how it would act. The Giant Walking Creature then roared, maybe in fury. Godzilla was shocked by this. Maybe the Giant Walking Creature wanted to attack him. Godzilla roared back. The Spirit stood it's ground. Godzilla prepared to fight. Whether the Creature was going to attack him or not, he wasn't taking any chances. Godzilla's dorsal spines began to glow blue. Godzilla opened his mouth and blasted his Atomic Breath, one of his most powerful abilities. The Atomic Breath struck the Spirit in the face, causing the Creature to roar in pain and fall back. Godzilla roared, and then prepared to blast the creature with his Atomic Breath again. His Dorsal Spines lit up again. But before Godzilla could strike again, the Giant Walking Creature charged towards him and grabbed his arm. Godzilla roared in agony. The Giant Walking Creature was causing him great pain. Godzilla struggled to get the Creature to let him go, but to no avail. Godzilla felt his power and strength drain away from him. He couldn't take it anymore. He felt pain. He felt weak. He felt tired. He tried to fight back, but he couldn't. The Giant Walking Creature then let go of him. Godzilla dropped down to the ground and passed out.
A certain amount of time later, Godzilla woke up. He was alive, somehow. He got to his feet, only to realise how big everything was. Then he realised it. He had been cursed. The Giant Walking Creature had taken away his height and now he was only 8 feet. Huge to a human. Not so much to a 100 meter Godzilla. Godzilla then thought of something else. The next moment, he blasted his Atomic breath. Good. He still had his powers. Thankfully, the Spirit had not stolen his powers as well. Then Godzilla thought, "Why didn't he take away my powers? And on top of that, why didn't he just kill me? He clearly had the power to do so." Whatever the reason was, Godzilla was sure to find out. He was going to find this Spirit God. He was going to find out why, no matter what.
