The Titan King

Escape from the Valley

The sound of screeches and hellish howls echoed across the Valley. The M.U.T.O. outbreak had become widespread, to the point where the creatures had complete control over the lands. All of the Titans that followed the way of the Ecosystem were slaughtered, but the families who survived the onslaught took shelter among Eos. She was their symbol of hope, their last line of defense in this time of despair, however, she was quickly losing strength due to the shift in balance. Her scales were faded, and she was losing muscle mass at a rapid pace.

Among her, her most loyal follower Rhea, the divine moth of reincarnation. The times were not kind to her, as well. Her wings became tattered and ripped from old age, making flight impossible, and her fur was tainted by dirt and grime. She tried her best to pull herself to her feet, but she stumbled, her legs not able to support her fully. Fortunately, she was met underneath by her daughter, who spoke with a voice as smooth as hand-woven silk.

"It's okay, Mom, relax..."

Mothra had cocooned and metamorphosed into a beautiful Divine Moth, just being a few meters shy of her mother. She curled her wings around Rhea, shimmering her with a relaxing blue illumination. She had stepped up as her mother's protector, as she was when she was younger. Unfortunately, the conditions of these lands weren't improving, and she feared the worst. No one was in any condition to leave the Valley, and even if they were, Ghidorah would surely hunt any runners down and dispose of them...they were trapped.

"Thanks, honey..." Rhea said quietly, slowly lying back down into the dust. "I don't know where I would be without you."

Eos slowly turned her head at the blue light from Mothra's wings, and noticed the visible eye-like patterns on both of them...clearly the eyes of her son. She choked up a bit, but smiled softly at the young moth. "...I miss them, too."

Mothra turned to the Queen and paused, slowly nodding her head. "Mom told me that my wings would take the pattern of something I was passionate about...I know Dagon and Goji would know what to do. I feel so powerless..."

Eos sighed a bit, looking up to the cloud-filled sky. She couldn't remember the last time it rained, as all the rivers and lakes in the valley had dried up to dust, making the water-dwelling Titans seek shelter elsewhere. Things were pretty bad, but...something told her not to lose hope...that better times would come down the line. Her eyes widened when Caelus broke through the clouds with a mighty flap of his wings.

"Your majesty, I'm afraid I have terrible news..." He spoke, landing before the crowd with a look of disdain. "We are the last ones left in the valley. The King's army has chased off the last of the subjects other than the survivors."

Mothra frowned a bit, her fluff on her body raising straight, "We should find a way to uprise against Ghidorah. This can't continue!" She looked down in thought, before stomping one of her feet against the dust, "I could leave for help. The world is big, there has to be another Titan out there that's able to challenge Ghidorah for the throne."

"Absolutely not." Eos shook her head. "I can't risk your life like that. We have already lost enough-"

"We don't have a choice, your majesty! Dagon and Gojira are gone, but maybe there's still hope for another King!"

"There's no one strong enough to make the journey with you. You could be gone for years, and still not be able to find someone strong enough!"

"But-"

"The answer is no." Eos commanded, her brow curling into a frown. "It wouldn't be ethical to put you in danger like that...this is my responsibility, and I will take the danger that comes with it..."