It was a nice and calming moonlight..the stars were beautifully sparking like they always were..the clouds were all there, some rained, others not. And there was him, resting sitting in a mountain cliff. Some called him a menace, others called him a hero, but everyone called him..a king.
And that was Godzilla's main title, after all, he casually destroyed many kaijus capable of destroying the world. Destoroyah, SpaceGodzilla, Gigan and of course, Ghidorah. and he always enjoyed smashing through all of them.
However, something was...off. He just didn't felt it was enough. he was alone, he had his friends but it was still broken. It was like a near perfect glass, but without one shard. imperfect was the word he often described to that feeling. There was someone missing in his life, someone that could be that missing shard. however, he never knew who that person was.
Until she came close to him on that exact moment. She would then sit close to him. It was Mothra, they were once old rivals, but now..it has changed into something.
As she approached him, he decided to tell her something..
