The Titan King

Dawning of a new Era

Every Titan in the area heeded the echoing call of Ghidorah, slowly gathering in the Great Valley in front of Royal's peak. The crowd was already massive, with more Titans and wildlife showing up every minute to see what the golden dragon wanted. The air was cold, the sun had already set, and the feeling of dread had swept over the subjects of the Great Ecosystem, though they had no idea why. Most Titans have an innate ability to sense the winds of change, therefore they can readily adapt, however, they were unprepared for what they were about to witness.

Mothra stayed closely tucked underneath her Mother's wing. The massive gathering of Titans much bigger than the two of them, like the stomping Methuselah, proved very dangerous for a Larva of her size. Rhea had no idea why Ghidorah had summoned them and not Dagon, but something felt strangely different, and the mutters and hoots among the other Titans reassured her that she was not the only one who felt this way.

Caelus formed from the sky, spotting the Divine Moth summoning him over with a bright yellow shimmer from her wings like a beacon. He was reluctant to tell her what had happened, but he flew to her side anyway, landing before the two of them with a mournful look in his eyes.

"Caelus..." Rhea lightly spoke, "What's going on? Why has Ghidorah summoned us and not the King?"

The bird gave a light sigh, slowly clutching his wings together. "...They have requested that they tell you themselves. I'm sorry..."

Mothra began to worry. She didn't like his tone of voice. She looked through the crowd, as much as she could through her Mother's wing, and she spotted Eos slowly walking from between the peaks, her neck slumped in a miserable arch and a tear in her eye...and then she realized:

Gojira didn't follow her.

"Mother...?" Mothra turned, looking up into her eyes. "Where's Goji...?"

She pulled her closer with an extended leg once Ghidorah appeared from between the Peaks. The dragon stood high up, using their wings for leverage as they looked out to the gathered group. The middle head sighed, conversing with his two other twins silently, before clearing his throat to silence the Ecosystem. He then began to speak, sorrow across his eyes and a slump in his posture.

"I am glad you we're all able to arrive in such a timely fashion..." He said loudly, "However, I fear that is it not on the best of news. I regret to inform you all...the King, and the Prince, have fallen."

Loud gasps rung out from across the sea of Titans, with mutters and saddened howls echoing through the Valley. Eos winced at the noise of grieving subjects, a long stream of tears falling down her face and onto the ground. She shook her head slowly, and with a sniffle, she stood up straight, trying her best to keep her queenly demeanor.

"Dagon's death...is a terrible tragedy." Ichi continued. "The greatest Alpha our Ecosystem has ever known...taken from us...before his time. To lose him, who entrusted his faith in us to protect the Ecosystem...is a deep, and personal loss...and not only that, but little Gojira...who had barely begun to live, who's blood held our future...it is almost too much for our heart to endure."

Mothra sniffled, curling up tightly against her Mother's side as she crouched to her for comfort. Her hue illuminated light green, with Rhea wrapping one of her legs around her.

Ichi, Ni and Kevin then stood up high, dwarfing all of the other Titans in their shadow. Ichi continued to speak, looking into everyone's eyes with a glare, "And so, it is with a heavy heart...that we must assume the throne. Dagon entrusted us with his dying wish to lead the Ecosystem into a glorious future...which means...we...are your new Alpha." 

 Of course, there were some objections from the crowd, with many cocking their head sideways in confusion, or outright spatting at the thought of someone other than Dagon being king.  He and his families' line of Alphas have always been rulers of the Ecosystem for as long as anyone, even the oldest Titan, could even remember, and they ruled fairly and justly. The thought of someone else taking over the throne was simply jarring, and it made the group a bit wary on the decision...but, if it was Dagon's dying wish, then it would be for the best that they all honored it.  Ichi noticed the opposition, and responded by simply shutting his eyes, his face turning into an icy scowl. "However, I must admit...we cannot bear this burden alone. We will need some help...insuring all of our safety."

The echoing howls of M.U.T.O. rung out from behind the crowd. One turned into three...three turned into five...five turned into twenty...and twenty soon turned into a hundred. Many Titans clutched their young to their sides as the parasites walked up, hissing and snapping loudly at any Titan that dared stand in their way. They were bigger than most, but their sheer numbers made them an outstanding force...a force that couldn't be reckoned with. They paced up to the peak, dividing the subjects forcefully to make their way to the forefront. A group surrounded Queen Eos, snapping their toothed jaws at her to make her submit. Unlike her passed-on husband, she wasn't much of a fighter, so with a wide-eyed gasp, she looked up to Ghidorah in fear.

The twins were now stood high, and with a loud and cacophonous howl, extended their necks and wings widely with a stomp. Ichi grinned at the sky, hissing lowly as he continued his speech. "And so, from the ashes of this tremendous loss...we shall welcome the dawning of a new era...and look, so ever welcoming, to the greatest future this Ecosystem shall ever know!"

The dark clouds that hovered over the peaks soon lit up with an array of golden lightning strikes, with each strike using Ghidorah's wingtips as a lightning rod. The light was so bright, that many had to cover their faces to shield themselves from blindness. Coelus saw the light display from afar in his den, giving a low and mournful hoot from his short trunk. With a headshake, he slowly turned back towards his mural.

"Oh...Gojira..." He muttered, and with a slow slash of his sloth-like claws, he crossed Gojira's picture out from his mural, slowly sitting on his back legs in sorrow. Change was coming for the Ecosystem, he knew that, but at the very most, the old behemoth hoped one thing...

That this change would, somehow, be for the better.