Age of Monsters (ASOIAF/Godzilla)
A one-shot plot bunny muse tumour that I had years ago, but never got around to writing, but the new film has brought some of that energy back.
114 B.C.
A volcano shattered and from it's depths fiery wings spread and a shadow roared.
No one knew which of the Fourteen Flames housed the Red Demon.
R'hllor as the fools of the East referred to this ancient deity.
But Aerolyn the Wanderer, Red Priest of the Lord of Light, knew better. He watched from the sea on a boat already sailing away from the doomed Freehold.
R'hllor spread his wings and took flight.
"Rodan." Aerolyn muttered, the ancient true name of the Red God, forgotten by even the Red Priests. He only knew because he uncovered the ancient temple complexes in the Grey Wastes that told the truth. Of how the Gods once ruled the world and battled each other for dominance.
A terrible screeching roar filled the air and and embers of fire sailed across the heavens as the Red God took flight.
A terrible shadow was casted over Valyria...and then a gale strong enough to smash mountains, temples, palaces and swat aside men like bugs before a storm.
Hurricanes of sheer unrelenting heat blasted across the coast and Aerolyn stumbled back in shock as his skin dried and blistered.
Every hill for five hundred miles exploded, filling the air with ash and smoke and fire. Dragons in the sky screamed as they burned and suffocated.
The magma chambers beneath the Fourteen Flames raged out of control, breaking free of the ancient spells that controlled their flow.
Earthquakes destroyed palaces, temples, and towns, while lakes boiled or turned to acid.
The Fourteen Flames, the fiery mountains of Valyria, sent molten rock a thousand feet into the air, and red clouds rained down dragonglass.
The cataclysm fragmented the Valyrian peninsula surrounding Valyria into numerous smaller islands and creating the Smoking Sea between them.
Rodan took flight and disappeared up into the smoky skies. A force of wind send the sea roiling and tremendous waves rampaged away to other shores.
East of Valyria, Velos and Ghozai on the Isle of Cedars were destroyed by a tsunami.
Aerolyn's ship was capsized and he fell into the burning waters.
I had to. I had to release Rodan. To stop the Long Night come again. Those foolish Dragonlords know not what they have done— but I have delayed the end of the world.
And then he knew no more.
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281 A.C.
"The Dragon has Three Heads."
Rhaegar Targaryen ordered the miners to continue to excavate the
three-headed dragon they found buried beneath the ice in the North, just beneath the Wall, right under Winterfell's nose, so to speak.
He had journeyed here in secret, with some of his most trusted companions.
No one, especially his father, knew his whereabouts. His work could not be interrupted for any reason.
The Dragon spoke to him, inside his head.
Release me.
Rhaegar nodded, his eyes glowing golden. "Yes, Master. I hear and I obey."
Suddenly Lyanna Stark, his beloved— and one whose blood he desperately needed in order to release his God— came tumbling into the tent that oversaw the ancient mine shaft.
"Rhaegar! Oh it's terrible, my father and brother— they're both dead! Killed by the King."
Rhaegar's blood ran cold even as he held Lyana in his arms as she sobbed, her belly swollen with their child. "Brandon thought you kidnapped me! And the King thought that my Father kidnapped
you!"
Rhaegar knew then that keeping his whereabouts a secret whilst he was last seen near the North was a mistake.
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300 A.C.
Mance Rayder blew the Horn of Joramun and watched with apprehension as something rumbled beneath the ice.
Giant fins broke the ice, glowing blue with sorcerous and godly power.
The Old God rose from the depths, as the ice sheet splintered, sending un-careful Free Folks tumbling into the freezing sea to die.
"Godzilla." Mance muttered and prostrated. The hundred-thousand wildings behind him did the same. They kneel to no men...but for a God they will all prostrate themselves.
The blue eyes of the God shone brilliantly and the millions of corpses that made up his scales screamed. The Wight Dragon opened his mouth and sent a bolt of blue fire that slashed across the Wall, sloughing off great chunks of ancient ice.
Crows tumbled and died as the ancient defence of Man collapsed.
In the distance, the screech of a fire god could be heard as it lifted off from Asshai, shattering the ancient city in its flight.
Jon Snow shook his head. "Mance, that is a
wight dragon god. That is the Great Other himself! We cannot possibly let this thing past the wall. Please stop this."
"The wights and the others are our allies in this, Jon."
"They are the enemies of life." Jon insisted, drawing his sword. The other free folk immediately levelled their spears at Jon.
"Jon, what are you doing!" Ygritte roared.
Castor snorted, the incestuous bastard and Other worshipper sneered at Jon. "Always knew you were a traitor to our cause."
Mance looked at Jon in disappointment. "Boy, the Others are the guardians of the world, as we all are. We must stop the Three-Headed Dragon, Ghidorah before he destroys the world. The Long Night wasn't a war between the Others and the Living. It was a pact
against Ghidorah. The Wall was erected by Brandon
with the help of the Others in order to keep out Ghidorah's influence; the Others act as insurance in case Ghidorah ever breaks free."
Mance gestured at Godzilla. "And now, we need the Great Other to go fight Ghidorah."
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The Summer Islanders held hands as they sang, beseeching to the ancient Eastern God known in Yi-Ti as the Maiden-Made-of-Light.
"Mothra oh Mothra. If we were to call for help. Over time, over sea, like a wave. You'd come. Our guardian angel. Mothra oh Mothra. Of forgotten kindness and ruined spirits. We pray for the people's spirit as we sing. This song of love."
From the East a brilliant new sun broke the darkness of night and wings of light shone as god rays chased away the shadows of terror and uncertainty.
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Melisandre looked into the fires and smiled grimly. She had learned much uncomfortable truths in these past years— Stannis was not Azor Ahai.
And the Great Other was not the enemy they were looking for.
Even now, R'hllor— no, Rodan was on his way, to battle against the newly arisen Ghidorah, awoken by that fool of a girl, Daenerys Targaryen.
Ghidorah was already laying siege to Winterfell and will soon venture South towards the major concentration of the living. It must be stopped.
Rodan had lain in Assshai for centuries after the Doom of Valyria, now his flight has destroyed the City of Shadows.
A price worth paying.
Melisandre hoped that Godzilla, the Great Other, would make it in time to aid her God in fighting the Three-Headed Devil.
She knew that the Maiden-Made-of-Light was on her way, from distant Yi-Ti.
"Let them fight."