Epilogue
All over the world there was joy and jubilation and laughter. In the underground, underwater capital city of Mu, people gave hymns of unadulterated joy as the temple dancers and snake men priests stood before their god Manda, Manda who looked to his son Quetzalcoatl who, though injured, was alive and at last returned to him; in Moscow, crowds across the city danced as sound trucks left the ruined Kremlin, blaring the joyous news; in New Delhi people crowded around a cab listened to the radio and wept openly; in Australia, ragged people shouted and sang before the Sydney Opera House; and in Tokyo, there were ticker tape parades and the pouring of champagne and mad love. Everywhere, people celebrated as the sun shone once more and the world was at peace again at last, at long last, the Monster Wars were finally over. People all over the world knew this because at long last the sun shone bright and warm upon them, at last cool showers came to wash the blood of war away, because at last flowers bloomed and the trees gave shoot and because the world seemed to shine. They knew because Secretary General Miguel Santos addressed them by radio and television to speak to them and they listened.
My fellow people of Earth, King Ghidorah is dead. Yes, King Ghidorah, the Star of Doom, the Bane of Life, the Prince of Skyllans, the three-headed monster is dead and that means the Monster Wars are won. He has wrought much suffering and much destruction across the world but the buildings he has torn down, we will rebuild. The fields he has upturned, we will replant. And so although there still lies before us the great task of repairing what has been broken, we can allow ourselves this moment of celebration. Perhaps, no words can better describe what we feel than those said by Winston Churchill, First Minister to King George IV of Britain with the final victory of the forces of good at the end of the Great World War.
"This is your victory, it is no victory of any party or of any class, it is a victory of the great British nation as a whole. We were all alone for almost a whole year. Did anyone want to give in? Were we down-hearted? The lights went out and the bombs came down. But every man, woman and child in this country had no thought of giving up the struggle. London could take it. So we came back after long months from the jaws of death, out of the mouth of Hell, while all the world wondered. I say that in the long years to come not only will the people of this island but of the world, wherever the bird of freedom chirps in human hearts, people will look back to what we have done and say: 'don't despair. Don't yield to violence and tyranny. March forward and die, if need be, unconquered'."
At the dawn of the Monster Wars, I said we could win and we did win. We had to work together or we would die so we worked together and we lived.
Two people who did not hear those words were on Coney Island, where the old roller coasters and slides stood derelict, telling the world of old times and old memories. Kyle's father had once been to that place of cotton candy and illicit entertainment as a child, much the chagrin of his own no-nonsense father. For the longest time, it had been a place of games, nonsense, and amusement; that had mostly ended when the Rhedosaurus had made its last stand there, fighting and dying amidst a flaming roller coaster. After the big battle there, Coney Island had never really recovered. But now all that was forgotten as there was where another dinosaur monster, one far greater made his closing bow. Kyle and Miki had taken a ferry there hoping to keep Godzilla in sight as long as possible; they were there, walking on the beach and watching the waves wash on the sandy shore. They walked, holding hands and shivering amidst the chill of the pre-dawn air. Walking along the dew wet sand grass, they were cold, but they didn't care because as they reached the walkway they saw him… and they saw him amidst the first rays of the sun's first light.
Already up to his waist in the waters of New York Harbor the King of the Monsters kept wading forwards. He was tired, more tired than he though was possible; however, he'd soon be in deep enough water to dive and beneath the seas he would rest. And after he would rest, he would then go and search for his friend and brother, Anguirus; the Great Tyrannosaur had said that Anguirus was among the living for he was not dead. If not dead, then the Supersaur was only sleeping and Godzilla intended to find him and wake him up. No, it was not over, nothing was ever over.
For now however, as his breath was seen in the chilly dawn air, he thought. He thought of how for so long he had made war against the humans for having "usurped" his world and of how the dinosaurs themselves came to rule by the Triassic extinction. The Cambrian—the Age of Insects—had had to end for the dinosaurs to come for such had been the will of the Great Tyrannosaur. And yet… If a survivor of the previous cycle were to have appeared in the Mesozoic on a mission of vengeance saying that he had been there first, wouldn't Godzilla have fought to protect his home? He would have, even as the humans fought to protect the world that was now theirs. And if there were justice in his heart, Godzilla would have chosen to share the Mesozoic world with the survivor, just as the humans now shared their world with him.
Though it had taken him 65,000,000 years to accept it, Godzilla finally acknowledged that the age of dinosaurs was ended and that it was the mammals turn to rule. And while he knew that it was a strange new world that it would take him who knows how long to understand he also knew that if even just one in a million among the humans was like his Miki, then he knew that they would guard this Earth well.
As Miki and Kyle saw all this, they wondered. Kyle looked to the rising sun and asked, "So now it's finally over, eh?"
"Against King Ghidorah, yes."
The blonde kaijuologist looked up and saw the last fading stars. "King Ghidorah… he's dead now. But what the hell was he?"
Miki looked downwards. Hers was a bleeding heart, hers was a soul that would weep for anybody, even a monster. "He was a creature created without love. All his creators ever taught him was hate and thus hate was the only thing he could ever know."
She looked up at the stars and wondered if it was really over. She looked at the universe and remembered all that she had seen. "King Ghidorah is dead but what of the other skyllans? The Hedorahs, the Gigans, the Orgas, all the space monsters… and the ghidra? His children are out there and some are already here on earth; the dorat swarms a threat. The skyllans are a threat to the galaxy and space is polluted with them. If we're not careful, we can expect another giant space monster real soon. Maybe the fight with King Ghidorah was just the beginning and if so, then the demon was a warning to mankind."
The psychic and the kaijuologist thought about that and were troubled. Looking at each other, they were worried but then Kyle shook his head and smiled. "If more space monsters come, then they lose. They'll all lose because we have Godzilla on our side."
Miki smiled and cuddled against him. With that hope for a better future, Kyle and Miki walked hand and hand as they saw Godzilla head out to open sea. Yet as they did so, Martin mysteriously stopped and froze; worried, Miki looked to him and asked, "Kyle, are you alright? Do you feel ok?"
It was with that that all of a sudden, Kyle pulled away from Miki and began running. He ran along the shoreline and into the ocean; there he kept going, half running and half swimming until he was knee deep in the water, there he looked at Godzilla and raised his fist. "Damn it you monster, come back here! I still have something to settle with you!"
Somehow, the saurian was able to hear and he turned his head back and roared out, a smug smirking roar.
Ever since his brother's death, Kyle had learned many things. He had learned to hate, to love, to win, to lose, and now he learned the last thing. The last thing, which was how to forgive. Returning the smirk, a smug Kyle Martin said, "See you again someday, Godzilla."
Catching up to him, Miki could hardly believe what she had just heard. Had monster hater number one actually said what she had thought she'd heard him say? She placed a tentative hand on his shoulder and asked, "Kyle, did you really mean what you said, that you no longer consider Godzilla you're enemy?"
The two of them, knee deep in the ocean surf, they held hands and Kyle said, "Miki, the two of us are peas in a pod. I grew up hearing stories about that dinosaur from my father, my brother, and my grandfather. My whole childhood was about becoming a kaijuologist and following in my father's footsteps… and I did. All my life, I never knew about anything but Godzilla and I never got it… until now."
With that, Miki covered her one true with a warm embrace for she was filled with happiness. "Man and dragon reunited, the old bonds broken in Eden made whole once more."
Kyle saw the smile on her face and said, "You're happy. I have something that will make you even happier."
She was confused and taken aback. "I don't understand, what do you mean?"
"This." With that, Kyle got down on one knee and pulled something out from his pocket. He opened his hand to reveal a ring and then looked to her and smiled. She knew what this meant.
Trembling for a time as she saw this, Miki began to cry. Throwing her arms around Kyle, she cried, "Yes! Oh yes!"
The two of them shared a kiss by the last moonlight and an embrace by the first sunlight. They turned east to the ocean and saw the sun coming over the horizon. Godzilla was swimming away into it, a sunrise framed by a rainbow. Holding each other, the pair knew that the rainbow was a divine promise; it was God's sign, His covenant of hope. The age of vengeance had ended and the age of mercy had begun.
It was quite literally the dawn of a new day.