Title: Key to Coexistence

Chapter 1: Memories

Category: Godzilla: King of the Monsters

Disclaimer/Author's Note: I do not own these characters, the film is copyright to Warner Bros., Legendary and Toho Co. I am just writing a story that further details when Godzilla absorbed Mothra's essence. I meant to write this as an entry for a contest, but the situation happened. Now, I might write more chapters for this if I can figure out where this goes. When Godzilla absorbed more than just Mothra's energy, what if he also absorbed her memories? I admit that Godzilla getting Mothra's memories might seem like dream-fasting between the Gelflings in The Dark Crystal.


He opened his eyes, but he was not in his usual lair. The lair he had often retreated to for rejuvenation was dark with the glow of magma and smelled of smoke and brimstone. This new place was overgrown with ferns and had an earthy smell.

He looked around his unusual surrounding. Above his head were these stone figures similar to the ones in his own lair, but the figures in his lair were fearsome with hardened faces while these ones were elegant with gentle expressions. Around him were these metal structures, crawling on the metal structures were the little creatures he knew as humans.

He was suddenly surrounded by beams light coming from the ground, which confused him. Touching the lights with his snout, he recoiled as the lights stung him. He was in a cage and the lights were the bars to contain him. He began to feel agitated at the thought of being restrained. The lights flickered and faded out of existence. The humans began to aim their weapons at him, which angered him.

He quickly lashed at the little creatures, spraying a sticky substance to trap them. Some of them he would knock off the metal structures, while others he grabbed with his mouth and flung them into the sticky substance.

While he was dealing with the little creatures that tried to attack him, he suddenly heard something, a strange song that was calling to him. The song was familiar to him, yet he could not understand how. He searched for the source of the song until he found it coming from the metal platform before him; on the platform were two humans, both female.

As he leaned in closer to get a better look at them, the younger of the two females came forward and reached her hand out. A human before touched him, but it was within his own lair and the human who touched him was an older male who looked mournful. The little female showed enthusiasm as she placed her tiny hand on his snout.

He exhaled, causing the little female to jump back, but not from fear. The humans sounded more joyful than frightened. Their behaviour made him curious.

Suddenly, his moment of curiosity was disrupted by a loud bang. The humans staring at him turned their heads in fright toward the direction of the loud bang and huddled together on the platform. He stared in the direction where he saw fire, he could hear the screams of other humans, and he could smell smoke and something sinister in the air.


Godzilla opened his eyes again, but he was where he had fallen asleep, in an underwater trench near the entry point to his original lair, which was destroyed. Blinking and focusing on his surroundings in the dark abyss, he stretched his arms outward after being coiled up in the trench.

As he uncoiled his tail to remove the stiffness from his slumber, he thought about the strange dream he had. However, there was something odd about the dream, it felt real, as if he really experienced it but could not recall. He remembered how he attacked the humans in the dream, how they were trapped in sticky substance, like a form of webbing. Considering all of his abilities, Godzilla knew that he could not spray webbing.

He had seen such an ability before, but it was not his ability, it was hers. Godzilla remembered how Mothra glided down from the heavens and sprayed her sticky silk to trap Ghidorah for a moment during that fight.

Was it one of Mothra's memories that he saw in his sleep? Godzilla remembered receiving Mothra's energy as her ashes fell upon him, after she died for him when Ghidorah obliterated her with a powerful blast of gravity beams. Could it be that Mothra's memories also transferred and still lingered in his system?

A groan of anguish rumbled in Godzilla's throat as he recalled that fateful night. The grief he felt from when Mothra died taking a blast meant for him still haunted him. Would the pain ever leave considering that Mothra's memories were still within him?

Mothra was gone, all because he could not stop Ghidorah on his own. Godzilla only had his memories of her from the battle, her song calling to him like a siren's, and from the ages before when Ghidorah first terrorized the world.

Swishing his long tail, stirring up the silt within the trench, Godzilla shifted his weight as he adjusted from lying to sitting. Normally he would have gone back to sleep if he did not need to maintain the balance of nature, but he was restless.

Perhaps some part of Mothra's spiritual essence still lived in Godzilla's body even though she had perished from the fight against Ghidorah. Swaying his head side to side, Godzilla tried to understand the reason why he dreamed of Mothra's early memories. What was so significant about that memory he dreamed of? Was the little human female in that memory the key to all this?

The great reptile flexed his clawed fingers and arched his back as he prepared to swim out of the trench. He was too restless to go back to sleep and he wanted answers. His tail propelling him, Godzilla swam out of the trench and through the open ocean. Perhaps a long swim might help clear his mind.


Meanwhile, in a small cottage near a lake in Colorado, Madison lay awake in her bed. After the events in Boston, Madison Russell and her father had returned to his Colorado cottage to pick up the pieces. Madison was still haunted by the memory of losing her mother in Boston and also seeing the beautiful titan Mothra perish from the destructive force of Ghidorah.

As Madison glanced at the window, looking at the still dark sky. While she grieved for her mother, Emma, she also felt as much grief for Mothra. The great moth titan was the one whose birth that Madison witnessed. Even though Mothra had been a guinea pig for the ORCA, Madison was fond of the creature, that she was able to get up close to the larva and make a connection. She understood that her mother and Mothra had made choices for the greater good, yet Madison felt the heavy weight of guilt. Could she have done anything to improve the outcome?

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand as she tried to clear her mind of the anguish. There was nothing she could've done where Emma Russell was concerned. Once Madison's mother had her mind set on something, she was determined to see it through.

Guilt, that was Emma's reason to sacrifice herself. Madison understood that her mother felt responsible for the destruction and death that Ghidorah caused, considering that Madison was the one who called out Emma's devastating mistake.

What of Mothra? Could Madison have done anything for the magnificent moth titan? Would Madison have been able to use the ORCA to warn Mothra of the danger?

Madison sighed, as she tried to replay the scene in her mind. Even if she had repaired the ORCA sooner, there was no way Mothra would've listened, the moth titan was determined to aid Godzilla against Ghidorah. The memory of Mothra being incinerated by Ghidorah's blast was still overwhelming, however, Madison understood that she wasn't the only one who grieved for Mothra. She remembered as the dust that remained of Mothra rained down, Madison heard a mournful groan from Godzilla.

Was Godzilla capable of grieving? Madison sat up and hugged her knees to her chest. Godzilla was capable of anger, she remembered that from Godzilla's fight with Ghidorah. The titans did demonstrate intelligence beyond what humans assumed of them, perhaps they were capable of having some of the same emotions that humans experienced.

Staring out the window again, Madison thought about what will be her next step. Even though she and her father wanted time away from Monarch to deal with their grief, Madison had a feeling that they would eventually be called back to action. If they were called back into Monarch, Madison might get the opportunity to actually study the titans and their behaviour. She wanted to know more about them and maybe find a solution to coexisting with them.

Andrew probably would have wanted that. Madison remembered that her brother was always curious and fond of animals; he would never have wanted the titans exterminated nor become instruments of genocide. While Mark Russell had felt hateful towards titans for Andrew's death, Madison understood her father's anger, but she had accepted the fact that Andrew's death was an accident. Perhaps if Madison can find the solution, she would do it for her brother, her mother, and for Mothra.

Feeling groggy from her thought process, Madison lay back down and shut her eyes.