Moll and Lora gazed admirably down upon Mothra's child who was swimming with all her might. The bright full moon dangled over the western horizon beautifully, lighting the insect's way across the warm waters.
"Look Lora, there it is, Yaku Island." Moll muttered as she spotted an island on the southern horizon.
"It's as beautiful as it was before." Stated Lora. Fairy let out a little chirp of excitement as her antennae wiggled. Moll and Lora smiled at the cute little moth.
Moll inhaled the light, south-western oceanic breeze. After all the horror they went through, they were surprised to find something beautiful and fragrant remaining.
The colossal insect stepped on the land, allowing the water to dry from her body before she pressed on. The Elias followed Mothra as she entered the forests on the island. An ancient beauty floated through the fresh air of the ten-thousand year old forest. The larva crawled and crawled until she reached the trunk of a one-hundred and seventy foot tree. It's beautiful, glamorous leaves glistened in the cool moonlight as a gentle westerly breeze began to blow. Small and large animals gathered in the area to witness the miraculous metamorphosis of Mothra. The mammoth worm rested its body on the giant tree's trunk, waiting for the perfect moment to build her cocoon.
Garugaru streaked over the barren city, with Belvera perched on his back. She managed to give strength to Anguirus and Desghidorah, but now she made her way down to Mothra. The insect turned her head away from the dark fairy's gaze, remembering all the trouble Belvera had caused a few years ago.
"Gee, sorry Mothra, you don't need to get angry!" Belvera yelled impertinently. Mothra screeched and responded telepathically.
"I am greatly disappointed in you, 'Fairy of Courage.' I'm not sure you have grown past your pathetic deceitfulness." Mothra replied mentally as her sapphire, multi-factored eyes stared back at the diminutive women.
"I do have a name, how would you like it if I called you 'Big Fuzzy Bug?'" Belvera mumbled sarcastically. Mothra raised her gossamer wings furiously and screeched.
"Okay, I'm sorry, I know I should have more respect for you." Responded Belvera in a somber voice.
"Belvera, without you the world may fall." Mothra said psychically. For once, Belvera felt as if she was worth something, she smiled sweetly at the injured deity.
"Thank you Mothra." She replied, as both her and the Goddess reformed their close friendship.
The Elias watched in awe as the larva started to spin her cocoon, by spraying silk into the tree's canopy. Beautiful green particles floated down from the leaves, and was absorbed by the young and eager insect. Eventually, she was encompassed by a cocoon that glinted in the glorious night. Moll and Lora smiled so joyously, they were practically reliving the past when Mothra Leo was being born.