Motunui, years ago...

The sky had turned gray by the end of the day, and a very violent storm had arisen over the archipelago. The ocean had become furious, immense waves coming to strike the edges of the island. Under the strong winds, the trees trembled and leaned, as if they were going to be uprooted. In the village, all the inhabitants had gone to take refuge in their huts, doing everything to protect themselves from the wind and the rain. Children watched, terrified, the fury of the elements unleashed and were reassured by their parents.

Tala, standing on the threshold of the chief's large hut, her cane in hand, contemplated with a certain calm, the raging storm and the waves of the ocean coming to strike the edges of the island.

_ "Mother, come and take shelter." Tui, her son and chief of the tribe, then tells her. Tala sighed softly and turned around the house. In the hut, a completely different atmosphere had taken hold. A mixture of fear, but also of hope. Lying on her bed, Sina, Tui's young woman, seemed tired and breathed heavily, supported by several women from the village. Today was the big day. Despite this stormy day, a happy event was going to take place. Sina was going to give life. Tui, more than nervous, then glanced towards the horizon, towards the storm and his eyes darkened.

_ "This storm is of a violence that I have never seen before ... it is as if the gods themselves were angry." he says.

_ "No, not angry ..." Tala said to him with a mischievous smile "... that's what your eyes see, but it's much more complex. The ocean is not angry , on the contrary, he is delighted with the birth of this child ... "

_ "Come on, mother, not yet a story please, this is not the time ..." sighed Tui, knowing his old mother's passion for the myths and legends of their people. Tala shrugged gently, not insisting but keeping her smile on the corner and followed her son to Sina's bed. The young woman grimaced, moaning in sharp pain. The women around her were ready.

_ "Breathe ... and push!" said the woman who would be ready to take the baby out. Sina, supported by her husband, then pushed with all her strength, screaming in pain, as loud as the howls of the wind and the roar of thunder. In the midst of the roars of lightning, for a second, Tala turned to the ocean ... she also seemed to have heard the roar of something else, coming from the horizon, on the other side from the ocean ... a roaring beast ...

But her attention was again drawn, this time to the crying tears of the baby who had just been born. Very small and fragile, the baby was crying, gently laying in the arms of Sina, who exhausted and shedding tears of pain and joy at the same time, contemplated her child, as did Tui, who could not hold back her tears of joy to sink and kissed his wife's forehead. Tala watched, smiling too at this happy event.

_ "Congratulations ... she's a girl." said the woman who helped deliver the baby. "What are you going to call it?"

Sina looked at her husband, and wanted to suggest a name she had already thought of, then watching the child nestle against her.

_ "Moana ..."

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Feeling the warm breeze on her face again and hearing the rustling of the waves rubbing against the rocks, Moana suddenly opened her eyes, gasping and straightened. She was soaked, but dry, sitting on what appeared to be a small rocky islet lost in the middle of the great ocean. But how was it possible? A few moments ago, it was sinking straight down into the depths of the abyss when a gigantic sea monster had just destroyed her boat and killed her fishing comrades. How was it that ...?

And it was there that she noticed this giant shadow covering her, and heard the thud behind her. Looking over her shoulder, the young woman gasped in surprise, opening wide round eyes.

Standing squatting above her, as if waiting for her to wake up, Kong was there, looking at her without doing anything but seemed to reassure when she saw her awake and expressed a neutral growl.

Moana got back on her feet despite the fatigue, unable to restrain a smile from forming on her lips and a tear from flowing at the sight of the giant gorilla. How did he get there?

_ "K ... Kong ..." she sighed coming to him without fear. The gorilla groaned softly, leaning towards her. With her hand, she touched his huge nose, feeling the breath of heat cover it. He had saved her from this monster. In silence but with her look as expressive as words, she thanked him and he understood. Moana also found that he had been different since the last time.

He was tall, much taller than before, now reaching 92 meters high. Already impressive from the top of its 30 meters, this time it was even more. She was like a ant before him. His fur had become darker, as had the color of his eyes and new scars now covered his hard face. A large beard of hair covered his chin, making him look older. While continuing to stroke his snout, Moana gazed at him with fascination. She found it even more beautiful and majestic. A true god on earth. She felt more than lucky to have been able to meet and connect with such a unique creature. She remembered the rock paintings on Skull Island, depicting this Motunui woman explorer who long ago stranded on the island and lived with Kong. In a sense, this story seemed to repeat itself. Was this the will of fate? Were the King of Skull Island and the Daughter of the Ocean always destined to meet again and being together? In a way, it didn't bother Moana in any way.

Suddenly, the divine song was heard again, echoing in the distance, across the ocean ... Moana heard it, and was surprised to see Kong reacting too, raising his head in a low growl and turning his dark gaze towards the direction of the song.

_ "You hear it too, don't you?" said Moana, to which Kong nodded softly without looking away. Banging on his chest, Kong roared powerfully, as if to address a response to this song, but received no response in return. Moana approached the edge, letting the water come to touch his feet and contemplated, Kong standing behind, towards the horizon. What was this mysterious song? It sounded like a call. But who could it be?

_ "This voice ... it calls us ... we need to find out what it is." said Moana with determination. Kong seemed to agree. He then took Moana in the palm of his giant hand, with great delicacy, and came to put it on his left shoulder. Sitting on Kong's shoulder and stunned by the height, she smiled at her giant friend, and was even more surprised to see the ocean spread in front of the giant gorilla, opening a passage for him. So that was how he could have left Skull Island and come to save her. The ocean came to their aid once again.

_ "Let's go." said Moana.

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Somewhere in the ocean...

He had lived more than any living being, so many millennia that he could never count them. Everything had remained in his mind, each memory remained engraved and could not fade. Was this still a curse on his condition? Was he forced to remember everything?

He was the first born. He had witnessed the birth of this world and the first creatures that once inhabited it. He remembered the words of Te Fiti, mother goddess who created life and the world. "Protect this world, you the first of my children. I grant you the power to make the earth, the water and the air tremble ... maintain natural balance, by all means ... this is your mission."

While swimming at a slow but steady pace on the surface of the water, Godzilla, with a somber gaze, remembered all of this. But why now? Everything he had gone through, all the deaths he had caused voluntarily or not, all this violence ... was it worth it?

Suddenly, a violent shock and an explosion against his back spines dragged him out of his thoughts. Unwarmed by the projectile, Godzilla scowled, recognizing the sound, shock and smell, the projectile coming from a human cannon. Other similar shots hit the titan's back protruding from the water, but did not hurt him. Wrathful by this attack, the king of the titans made his eyes shine with a supernatural blue, rising suddenly from the ocean and letting out a bestial roar as he arose like a raging mountain, lifting tons of water and foam around him.

Opposite him, several hundred meters away, was land, or rather a very large fortified island. From the top of the walls protecting the edges of the island, dozens of aligned cannons fired without interruption. In addition, a real blockade had been formed, an armada of ships, also armed, also fired on the titan. Godzilla recognized this place. The Southern Isles. Without realizing it because lost in thought, he had already arrived here.

Struck on the chest, arms and head by cannon fire, Godzilla growled, more and more irritated by these attacks. Miserable insects, he thought in his angry spirit. It happened like in Paris. They dared to attack him, take him from above as if he were just a rabid animal ... these pathetic little bipeds ...

Backbones gradually glistening, eyes shining with anger, Godzilla took a deep breath and without hesitation, spat out a first and powerful glowing blue ray, which struck and pierced several ships at once, causing them to explode in thousands of pieces, and pulverizing the crews on board. The blast from the explosion damaged ships in the vicinity of the impact, and dozens of sailors howled, falling into the water. Behind the walls, the bells of a church rang, raising the alarm in the coastal city.

But Godzilla paid no more attention to it, continuing to unleash his anger and deadly blue rays on the human armada, destroying dozens of ships in seconds. Very quickly, the sea caught fire and filled with floating corpses of sailors and ship debris. With a heavy and slow step, Godzilla advanced towards the islands, always struck but in no way affected by the projectiles. From the walls, more and more soldiers, faced with the ineffectiveness of the shooting and the massacre that was perpetrated before their eyes, lost courage and fled from their positions. Others, crying, huddled in hiding places and prayed or lost their minds.

Godzilla approached the walls, and with his long and powerful scaly tail, turned around on himself. The tail of the titan swept part of the wall as if it were nothing, causing thousands of shards of walls to fly in all directions, which crashed everywhere in the streets or on dwellings, killing several people. A priest of the church, completely fanatic, stepped forward, his book in his hand and his eyes round like a man possessed, brandished it towards Godzilla.

_ "You, false god who claims to reign over this world, return to the hell to which you belong. It is God, the only and true, who commands you! Vade Retro ..."

He did not have time to finish his sentence when he was crushed like an insect by the giant foot of Godzilla, who had not even noticed it and passed the wall. Further down an alley, a crying mother fled at top speed with other citizens, towards the interior of the island. The little girl held in her mother's arms, contemplated, with shocked eyes and tearful eyes, this immense reptilian creature, roaring with ferocity and continuing to pour its devastating power on the city, pulverizing entire streets with a single breath of fire. Godzilla's golden eye shone with unrivaled fury. It was too much for him. This time, humanity was going to learn to stay in its place, definitely.

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Arendelle, Norway

Elsa gasped, suddenly opening her eyes, as if emerging from a horrible nightmare. Dressed in her nightgown, lying on her canopy bed, she noticed that it was still dark as to the darkness of the room.

Invaded by a deep feeling of discomfort, the young queen rose in silence, covering her shoulders with a silk shawl, and went to the large window offering a view of the sleepy fjord and lit by the silver glow of the moon. Contemplating the horizon, Elsa was perplexed. Putting her hand on her heart, she could feel it ... something was wrong, and it had something to do with the monster king ... he was not well ... this anger, this hatred and this suffering, she could feel it ...

Suddenly, without explanation, Elsa gasped again, in terror this time, when a sudden series of flashes and images invaded her mind ... Elsa uttered a silent cry ... flames, destroyed houses, a sea on fire, ashes raining from the black sky ... the echoes of howls, tears and suffering ... of the dead, everywhere, covering the ground with their blood ... in the midst of this chaos, the giant form of Godzilla, darkened and covered with flames, with red eyes, raising his head and roaring in hatred ... the sentence that Maleficent once spoke, repeated itself like an echo ... "He was the first to see the world, and will also be the last."

The images disappeared and Elsa fell to her knees on the bedroom floor, breathing heavily and shocked by these visions.

_ "Godzilla ..." she sighed anxiously while looking towards the horizon of the ocean. Curiously, and rather disturbing, that night, the moon seemed to have colored with a faint glow ... the color of blood.