Hello G'Fans...Im back in the business of writting Godzilla Flicks. Rise of the King is sort of a reboot to Godzilla: Second Coming, but it has no connection AT ALL. Just wanted to clear that up so no-one gets confused with the two stories. Plus as of right now, i do not plan on continuing that Second Coming.
So enjoy! R&R
Disclamir: I do not own Godzilla or any related characters, they belong to© Toho Co. Ltd
Rise of the King
Odo Island, 1954
It was the blackest of nights. Nothing could be seen even if you put your hand right in front of your face. It would have been consumed with the eternal dark of Mother Nature. The only single relief that could be considered was the stars. The stars sit scattered in the vast sky above the small fishing village; each one radiating an ion of light down onto a seemingly peaceful community. A community of fisherman and sellers that adhere to every single thing that happens on their island as some of their faith revolve around a legend. A legend that, despite how strange it might sound, will strikes fear into the villagers' hearts. The local lure is so strong that mothers will tell their children to behave and mind their elders or else. That "else" was to face the evil wrath of a "sea god", or "sea monster". It was strong and rooted in every person's heart and soul…if the local catch is short for the season its because of this "sea god", if a wanderer disappears, the monster got him. That's why on this night no-one will really question what happens, as the answer is already on the tip of the tongue of the local inhabitants.
A fierce breeze begins to muster itself. It begins from the north east and descends across the once calm sea. The sound it caused was defining as it grew in strength as a wall of clouds follow in its wake. A storm was brewing and its sights were dead locked on the innocent Odo Island. But this was not the worst of the island's worries. Just below the violent surface of spewing waves, something else stirred. A massive shape, too large to even fathom, was making its ascent towards the surface. Once it reached a certain depth, it changed its course towards the shoreline. On the surface it looked only like a glint of a shadow, but underneath a behemoth of massive proportions was about to make its presence known.
On the island, villagers scrambled about in hurried fashion to secure the shacks. Some were so flimsy that their inhabitants had to add extra wood or straw just to cover up potential leaks. But the storm was advancing fast as the winds knocked around anything that was left out; tree branches were slammed around like rag dolls. Everything was turning dangerous very rapidly and still people ran about. To make things even worse, a torrent of rain started to barrage down onto the town. Within a matter of seconds the intensity increased which made visibility nearly impossible. One couple was running only a few feet to their hut when the woman slipped from the rain and crashed into a puddle of mud. She made a sound to her partner for help who hurried over to help her up. Unknowing to them, just a few yards from their home something began its final rise to the surface world. The violent ocean swelled and rose upward into the sky. This creature was so massive its' body seemed to form into the storm itself, only the crackle of lighting revealed it to be a separate entity. As the storm continues to rage onward, the creature advances toward the shore and lets out a devastating roar.
The roar echoed through the village despite the ferociousness of the storm. It was heard above the thunder and howling wind, this was a true force of nature. The couple were finally about to enter their hut for safety when they felt their feet beneath them sway. The ferocity of the creature's footsteps was enough to make the earth shake. With each step they trembled and finally noticed the lumbering beast. Fear was the only thing that was plastered on their face as a tree came crashing down towards them as another horrifying roar was heard.