Hello again Godzilla fans, this is Immortal Drake, with another story about another OC, who will remain unnamed until later in this story. And without further ado, here is my good friend the Disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Immortal Drake does not own Godzilla, that is owned by Toho, Drake only owns OCs and story concepts.
Storm Rising
By: Immortal Drake
The second battle between Godzilla and Biollante is raging in Osaka. Destruction is rampant, as fire and falling debris fill the sky. Until at last, Biollante is defeated, and separates into a shower of golden motes of energy that dissipate into the sky. While the consciousness of the human Erika may have been removed from Biollante's mind in this event, she was far from defeated for good. What she needed now was to rest and reform herself. Collectively, the motes raced through Earth's atmosphere. Unbeknownst to Biollante however, a single mote was caught in a wind current and blown out of her control. The mote simply drifted for a while, moving as the wind blew it across the sky. Free from Biollante's mental grasp, the mote could not avoid an approaching storm.
It was thus the mote was swept into the raging mass of clouds, being tossed about like a speck of dust. It was drawn up, then down, then spun, if it had any sort of consciousness, it would not have known up from down. Finally coming to rest in the center, it seemed all would be going better for it. Instead, a lightning bolt struck it, infusing it with a massive quantity of energy. The mote transformed, turning more into a miniature sun, only a few feet across, and seemed translucent. It had turned into a more primal, almost primordial state. What was more; it had gained a conscious mind. In its first sensations, it was confused. It could only feel the moving wind currents and electrical fields of the lightning around it. No other senses but those, through them it could sense the world below it, each lightning bolt a direct touch to the ground, the wind a brushing sense of every facet of every object. Every object struck by lightning immediately gave the orb all the information about it; a tree gave up its root system and the web of conduits for liquids that branched through its trunk. This was not enough; the orb wanted more, more power to affect its environment. Almost as if by coincidence, a bolt of lightning struck a power pole, and the orb sensed the massive network of power that ran through the objects below. This would do nicely, and the orb sought the source, a structure that held massive amounts of power. As it moved to acquire this, the surrounding winds and lightning moved with it, another bonus, thought the orb. The storm would make an excellent cover for it to extract the power it needed. It centered its storm over the station, sending a few bolts of lightning down to check for dangers, and descended.
Yes, the tall structures here just glowed with power, the orb thought to itself as it flitted from one to the next. As it did it drained each dry, but it still wasn't enough to satisfy its hunger. Suddenly, the orb sensed a minor electrical field coming its way, and it hid behind one of the structures. It sensed vibrations in the air, something was making them. The orb tuned in on the frequency, "What the hell is going on here?" the thing said. The orb sensed small electrical currents running through the being as well, and it wasn't a tree, it was something that moved about, but was organic. Intrigued, the orb came out of hiding.
The creature it saw was standing on two limbs, and held a device in another that dimly glowed with electrical power. The orb came closer, and the creature let out a loud sound and stumbled backward, falling onto its back. The orb didn't know why the creature did that, but it did want the power from the device. It drained the device dry. Not satisfied, the orb decided to take the electrical power out of the creature. When it reached forth with its mind, the orb found a surprise, a place in the creature's head held a wealth of information. Its interest piqued, the orb delved deeper. It saw many things, when the creature was born, and grew up into an adolescent, many hardships along the way. The orb was starting to take pity on the creature, much to its own surprise, but then it reached much more deeply into the creature's, human's, mind. It saw that the ground was much more than it had seen, but an entire world, and filled with creatures that were immensely powerful. He saw a creature; a tall, green beast that towered even over its compatriots that rang a resonance in it, that creature must be similar to itself. Then the human's most recent memories appeared, and the orb sensed the fear the human had felt when he had seen the orb. If fear was the only thing that could be generated by its power, then so be it the orb thought. It would gather as much power as it could to itself, and come to rule over this pitiful world. Ending its search, the orb drained the man of all electrical energy, stopping his heart and killing him.
Well, how does that work for a prologue, what do you think of that? Remember, I can't become a better writer without reviews that point out what I do wrong, so please review. So long and be well!