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Story 1: She Who Stops the Flow of Water
Gojira's roar echoed between realms as Godzilla pulled him through the Immaterial Sea of Dreams. Even with Gojira's smaller size, 100 meters in height to Godzilla's 121 meters, he was still able to give Godzilla a serious fight. The blue water-mists of the Immaterial dream realm swirled like the gales of a hurricane as double incarnations of the same monster fought, Gojira blasting his ray wildly as Godzilla dodged it and attempted to hold his counterpart in place.
The roars of battle echoed through the mists, rippling through the subconsciousness and dreams of countless slumbering beings across a multitude of universes and realms.
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Godzilla's eyes opened. He lifted his head and found himself in his home-place within the Muvian ruins. It was a curiosity that he should hear his own voice in his dreams, as if he had drifted into the dream realm from another time and place, but the memory soon began to fade as another sensation overtook him, and a familiar dread brought with it a sense of urgency........
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She was lost. The mother had drifted across the big stretch of bitter water for an unknown amount of time, and she grew tired and weary. She had long swum away from the strange settlement of tall structures that the tiny humans had brought her to after taking her away from her plateau home, making her true escape out a mighty river as the bridge she tread over collapsed under her weight. But now, after reaching the river's end out into a vast stretch of bitter water, she had no idea where she could go.
It filled her to with despair knowing she might never live to see home, and that the five lives she carried within her may never live to be born. Still, she had to press on for their sake, no matter how hopeless it may seem.
What was this? Across the bitter water, she felt something call out to her. She likened it to the calls of her mother when she was a mere hatchling. For the first time since her capture, there was something which gave her guidance, and spoke promises of a new home where she and her babies could be safe. Her heavy body drifted to a new direction across the waves of the bitter water.
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Godzilla traversed the Hollow Earth to his destination, the resting place of the Blue Rock which fell from the Lost Star in an age before the tiny humans appeared in the world. Already, he could feel the Blue Rock call to another creature, a lost denizen of Pachamama's Plateau in the Big Rainforest.
He did not deem this creature a threat, but the Plateau denizen did not realize that there was another who heard the Blue Rock's call, and Godzilla would not allow that monstrosity to reach its goal.
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Her journey was the stuff of myths and folktales. As the quadrupedal beast with the long serpentine neck and tail tread across their land, the peoples who witnessed her had many names for her. However, when she reached the heart of the continent, the indigenous peoples of those deep jungles had a name that resonated through time- Mokele Mbembe, the One Who Blocks the Flow of Water.
In the canopy of the jungles, she found rest and the food that she and her unborn babies needed. Still, she kept such respite brief, as the call compelled her to make her way deeper and deeper into the thick brush.
The call became clearer as she moved closer, her footsteps like the booming of the loudest thunder through the deep bushes. Trees, vines, and brush were pushed aside and crushed beneath her feet while she pushed through, until at last, she came to it.
Her animal mind had little comprehension of what she looked upon. A massive stone, shimmering with blue light. The light's beauty mesmerized her, drawing her closer. When she finally came to it, her mind was filled with visions of a distant World of Dreams......
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He found her. And it. A blue-skinned beast that humans would call a "brontosaurus" slumbered beside the Blue Rock, the cosmic object dwarfing her. What truly stopped Godzilla in his tracks was what the Rock did to her. Its blue light coursed through the brontosaur as she slumbered, but it left her unharmed. The last time he witnessed a being touch the rock like this, his own mother Ceto was torn apart by its power. Now, this brontosaur was not only unharmed by this power, but he could also sense it was invigorating her.
A heavy sound drew his attention to the distance. Something moved through the jungle. A snarl-hiss confirmed that it was close to its destination....
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The mother saw dream-visions she could barely comprehend. The golden light in the sky revealed to have many spheres circling it. The place she lived her entire life upon revealed as the third of these spheres. But the vision wished for her to focus on the massive blue sphere with gaseous clouds that was the fifth in this system. At least for a time.
The Spirit of the Blue World lived in symbiotic harmony with the system's second sphere, the Twin World of the mother's own. The Twin World embodied the raw power of emotions, and the Blue World embodied dreams and the ability of beings to create- a concept alien to the mother until now.
The Blue Rock which called mother to the deep jungle revealed itself to have come from the Blue World, the shark-race dwelling on that world, who the Blue Rock called the "Zi'Gra", misusing the power of their world to create a weapon. When it came to the third sphere, a great mother titan who the Rock called "Ceto" sacrificed Herself to take much of the Rock into Her own body, leaving only a fragment to remain in this world.
The Zi'Gra would pay for their misuse of the Blue World's power, causing a cataclysm which tore the fabric of space and flung the Blue World to the far end of the system of spheres. The Spirit of the Twin World still mourned the loss. Now, the Blue Rock needed to find someone to protect it and prevent further misuse of its power, and the mother was overwhelmed by what it told her next.
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The titan that emerged from the jungle had a number of names in the southern regions of this continent, but the indigenous humans most commonly named it "Grootslang". The quadruped titan was as tall as Godzilla himself when on four legs alone, its vaguely pachyderm-like body ending in a reptilian head with crocodilian jaws adorned with tusks and the odd elephant-like trunk on its snout.
Grootslang hissed at Godzilla as its trunk lifted and sniffed the air. It could "smell" the power emanating from the Blue Rock and hungered for it. Godzilla would not let that happen. He did not fear Grootslang gaining the Rock's power, he was certain the creature would be ripped into atoms if the power touched it, but he did fear the possibility of the Rock being disturbed by an invader causing it to unleash its cataclysmic power on the world once again.
Godzilla roared a challenge at the newcomer. His opponent let out a cry which sounded like a combination of a bird of prey's screech and an elephant's trumpeting before they charged at each other.
Grootslang's weight was greater than Godzilla anticipated, and the enemy nearly pushed him back. He quickly doubled his efforts to apply his own force, but he knew he would have to do more. Trying not to loosen the force he applied, Godzilla reached up and grabbed one of Grootslang's tusks.
The monster knew what Godzilla was attempting even before he began to pull. The creature panicked as Godzilla yanked on its left tusk, not relenting on the force he applied with his body. Grootslang's elephantine roar grew louder and more desperate the harder Godzilla pulled, until the Titan King ripped the tusk clean off.
Grootslang's trumpeting screams grew loud enough to shatter the eardrums of humans as Godzilla drove its dismembered tusk into its left eye. The monster tossed Godzilla aside as it thrashed around violently, shaking its head around with the tusk logged in its ruined eye socket.
Godzilla pondered his next move when his attention was suddenly drawn back to the Blue Rock and the brontosaur. The animal had woken up, and she was not the same. Godzilla's head reared back as the brontosaur emanated with the Rock's blue light the brightest he had seen it since it consumed his mother. But it did not destroy the brontosaur's body; she now towered over him and Grootslang, no longer a mere animal, and now a full-fledged titan.
A strange symbol manifested on the brontosaur's forehead, a glowing green shape resembling the three-pronged tridents humans used as weapons. And with it, a swirling vortex opened between Godzilla and the brontosaur, the mists of the Blue Planet summoned to this world once more.
When Godzilla saw the swirling blue cloud, he had an idea what he should do next. Grootslang had been a terror upon the southern regions of this continent for millennia, and Godzilla had perhaps tolerated that a little too long. The monster still thrashed around violently while it bled from its ruined eye, but Godzilla was determined to pull this off.
Grabbing Grootslang by both its trunk and the main bulk of its body, Godzilla forced it towards the vortex. The monster was too lost in its own agony to pay attention to where Godzilla pushed it, and it only had a brief moment of awareness once Godzilla shoved it into the vortex.
Grootslang's trumpet screams became almost ethereal as the blue, swirling mass did its work. As happened to Mother Ceto in the distant past, Grootslang's flesh was torn apart to its very atoms, leaving only a skeleton that the vortex swallowed before vanishing.
His opponent and the vortex gone, Godzilla gazed at the mother brontosaur. Her face was serene as the Mark of Planet Neptune was aglow on her forehead. With thunderous footsteps, she approached him. Within her gaze, he saw the face of an ancient Muvian serpent girl he once tried and failed to protect. Losing all sense of danger, he allowed her to come close to him, and he touched the Mark of Neptune on her forehead and let it reveal to him realms beyond what he had even dreamed of.
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Mokele Mbembe rested beside the nest of trees and brush Godzilla made for her. They both gazed at the egg she had laid. She had five babies inside her, but the power of the Blue Rock had changed them even more than it had changed her. The quintuplets had merged into one body, and she was shown visions in her mind of a future five-headed titan who would become an even greater guardian of the Blue Rock than her.
Godzilla lay down and rested beside Mokele Mbembe, and she laid her long neck across him. In a faraway land, little humans would tell of a brontosaurus from a lost plateau brought to the city of London by George E. Challenger and the wild story of the dinosaur's escape and subsequent rampage through the city before swimming away up the Thames. For almost a century, people brushed this piece of history off as a mere urban legend, not knowing the truth of Mokele Mbembe and what the brontosaur titan now guarded deep within the Congolese jungles.