Chapter 1
Gotengo Research Center, 6:45 A.M.
The Anti-Monarch facility sat in the middle of Park City, Utah. The place itself looked like an abandoned, five story high apartment building, but it was active every hour, and although it didn't look like much, the main part of it was three miles underground. The company was supposed to be a part of Monarch, but the owner wanted to kill the Titans, whereas Monarch wanted to keep them contained and alive. The idea was separate, and thought of back in the twenties, when the first Titan was sighted and confirmed real. The facility took forty years to build, and has been standing and going on for sixty years, studying the monsters, trying to find a way to kill them all.
It was cloudy in the early morning of October, two thousand twenty three. Dr. Remington Lennox had his eyes glued to his computer screen. On it were pictures and articles of ancient history dating back thousands of years ago about dragons, talking about their history and mythology. His desks and floor were overflowing with the papers, but all of them were useless for future studies. Except, after what he had learned and witnessed over the years, they would all prove that gigantic creatures existed years before their time . . . before the War of the Hollow Earth.
Dr. Frederick Owens then walked in, carrying his coat on his arm, instantly stepping on the papers. He looked over at his co-worker, who did not take notice of his presence. He picked up some of the papers and set them down on a desk.
Frederick hung up his coat and said: "I clocked in for you."
"Why?" Remington asked, not taking his eyes off the computer screen. "I never left."
"Can't get a joke once in a while?"
Dr. Lennox turned. "What knocked you off?"
"Just tired. The manager wanted me to help out a little in the basement. Sorry."
This got Lennox's attention. "On the machine!?"
"Stayed till three." Owens sat down at his desk. "Find anything applicable?"
"I stayed here, wide awake all night and found utterly nothing. Just some drawings by an ancient society, none useful whatsoever."
"Monarch would love to look at those."
"Monarch would believe everything I have here existed years ago, and still do this day."
"That company would get us killed."
"Is the Pan Pacific Defense Corps any different? With all those creatures out there, I'm not even sure if we're allowed to call this planet home anymore."
For the rest of the morning, the scientists worked without saying anything as the sun rose higher into the sky, and the clouds slowly drifted off into the distance. It was about noon; still they did not find anything useful. The pictures Dr. Lennox looked at were interesting, except told no new information, but kept getting a strange feeling that they were more important than he considered them to be. He decided to keep one and crumble up the other, and tossed it into the trash, but it bounced off the other papers that were overflowing the can. The doctor sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"Still nothing?" Frederick asked.
"No," Remington replied. "I'll skim through this last page here, then head out to lunch."
The article was much longer than he had thought, and the doctor found himself reading almost the entire study, hoping to find any kind of interesting paragraphs, but nothing. Towards the final page though, there was what had to be a thousand year old picture of a three headed dragon fighting . . . some kind of giant octopus. Hoping it would say something, he read the top paragraph down. The whole way through, Lennox's heart began to race, and his eyes went wide with surprise . . . and fear.
"Hey Frederick," he said, "come over here."
Thinking his co-worker had finally found something, Dr. Owens did not hesitate to run over to the other desk. "What did you find?"
"Look at this." Lennox pointed to the screen. "Years ago, there lived an ancient race of aliens that worshiped the Gidorans."
"There was an entire species of Ghidorahs?"
"Gidorans. This article tells an old story about a war that happened thousands of years before the War of the Hollow Earth. Unfortunately, it only tells so little, because the person who wrote this lived thousands of years ago, and died before he could finish writing this. But, it does say that King Ghidorah's fathers were born into a five thousand year battle between the Ghidorah Kingdom, and another higher species only the Gidorans could beat."
"Does it say the names of the race who fought the Gidorans?"
"No, it only hints at them."
"What about the name of the species who worshiped those dragons?"
"They were known as the Rea. But, the name hasn't been said for so long, almost all of this was completely forgotten, and ancient humans decided to call it Rea Mythology."
"Does this say who was King Ghidorah's fathers?"
"No, but I'm sure this is what they look like."
Remington scrolled down to show him the painting, and the doctor too felt a wave of fear pass over him. The old painting showed a battle happening in deep space. At the bottom was another Ghidorah, but this one had darker golden scales, with blue stripes along their body. Their faces were horrifying; all had three ruby red eyes; and looked as if they had four legs. All of the heads were blasting thunder from their mouths at the monster that made both scientists fearful. It showed only the head. It looked like an octopus, but the top part looked more . . . humanistic. It had octopus-like tentacles; its skin was dark green; and had glowing yellow eyes.
" . . . What is that octopus?" Frederick asked.
"I have no idea," Remington replied. "But the article does say that whatever this creature is, all of the others were defeated by the Gidoran Kingdom, banished them back to their home planet."
"I doubt that it will say the names of them."
"It doesn't. Except, it says here that the leaders of all Ghidorahs fear that one day . . . their enemies may all come back."
Now it was not the painting that made the scientist's faces fill with fear, but the thought of an entire species of unknown monsters coming down to earth at any time was now the greatest threat no one knows about.