I'm sorry for the lack of updates and thought that my reviewers and whoever else has been reading this story deserved an explanation. I wrote this story when I was in 8th grade (I'm 20 now) and thought it'd be cool to post it on since I post other stories here too, but I'm afraid I won't be continuing it all of the way. When I first wrote this in 1998, the true villain(s), in a huge swerve, turned out to be an unknown terrorist group along with a splintered faction of the U.S. military that seize control of New York after Godzilla's initial attack, in which the Big Guy eventually defeats. Now that we are in 2004 and have real terrorists to worry about, I don't feel that the storyline is appropriate or in good taste anymore, especially after 9/11. I am not trying to shaft or piss anyone off by cutting the story short. Believe me, I appreciate the people who take the time to read my stuff too much to do that intentionally.

I do have a sequel to this story started, GODZILLA RISING: THE WRATH OF THE KAIJU, and it will be filled to the brim with all the action, attitude, and drama that makes Godzilla such an enduring character, with my own twist of course.

Godzilla Rising: The Wrath of The Kaiju- The unthinkable has happened: World War 3. The trio of warring factions now stand deadlocked as, in addition to their conflict, a plague of mutated creatures of all shapes, sizes, and powers, dubbed "kaiju" by the Japanese, rampage across the globe. Now the only wild card amongst in the midst of power struggle and carnage is the one being who can bring about an end or a whole new beginning, GODZILLA.

Well, here is the final part of Godzilla: A Legend Reborn, terrorist parts excluded.

[He carefully and slowly approached Godzilla. The leviathan stood still, never taking his eyes off the helicopter. Energy sparked and crackled from his fins. Campbell could see what was coming and quickly snatched a megaphone from Taggart's equipment bag and threw open the side door, wielding a megaphone.

"Godzilla, don't! 'You remember me...?"

The energy surge stopped and Godzilla walked up right next to the 'chopper, who was at eye-level with him.

"I don't know if you can understand me or not, but you've gotta stop this carnage while you still can. They'll get you in the end. You saved my life and Amber's so I don't want anything to happen to you. Please, leave while there's still time."

Godzilla tilted his head to the side. He was actually trying to understand.

"Please Godzilla!" yelled Amber. "You saved me and the man I love and I feel like we have to help you now. I know you never meant to drop Sean either! If your purpose is to teach us a lesson, then we've learned it! Messing with nature and nuclear weapons is wrong; I'll be the first to admit that! But you've gotta go before it's too late."

Godzilla stared for a long time before letting out his now trademark roar. From inside the chopper, Gojira's gapping maw was like peering into an impossibly huge abyss. The blast of wind from the roar tossed the helicopter around but Taggart got it back on track.

"Am I the only one here that's sane?" he asked.

Campbell laughed off the comment and looked back at Godzilla. Those eyes, those eyes contained so much intrigue, intensity, life, power, and many other facts left undiscovered. They now looked at Sean Campbell and Amber Hart with a sense of understanding. The mighty beast growled and smashed his fists together. His eyes also flared brightly.

It was a clear message as to what was truly happening. Sean's ever inquisitive mind ran wild as he stared into the inferno that encircled Godzilla's expression. The beast was a sign of things to come. The nations of the world had thought that nuclear weapons were a thing of the past, but somehow, in the right place and at the right moment, a nuclear explosion combined with a correct set of conditions created an incarnation of all of Man's nightmares stemming back even to the ancient serpent of Eden. his ancient fear of the reptile. Now, that nightmare had come true thousands of times over in the form of a reptile of unfathomable power that had emerged from the depths of the oceans seemingly to destroy everything in its path.

Campbell looked back at the unbelievable Godzilla. He knew the great beast had to be stopped and contained, but he had hoped to gain full understanding of him first. Godzilla peered back at him, his eyes once again softening at the sight of Amber. A look of astonishment flashed across Sean's face. Amber knew what he was thinking also.

"Amber," whispered Sean. "You may be able to get through to him

Sean took a deep breath and reached his arm out the side of the chopper with the palm of his hand held up. He had no idea how Godzilla would react to this gesture of friendship. Godzilla blinked several times and roared. He then slowly raised his own right hand and reached toward the helicopter.

Just about as Campbell was about to make his second contact with Godzilla, the beast's fingers got too close to the rotary blades of the chopper and every blade was chopped off when they hit the giant hand. The Apache plummeted toward the ground far below.

"Oh God help us now!" screamed Taggart.

As their lives flashed before their eyes, Amber, Sean and Will had one last hope for survival. Godzilla's cry of surprise seemed to have a trace of concern in it. The helicopter suddenly stopped falling with a huge jolt. From the windows of the chopper could be seen a large terrain of dark green skin, three massive fingers and one massive thumb. Godzilla had been there when they needed him.

The awesome creation of the atom's raw power walked over to a decapitated skyscraper and gently placed the damaged Apache onto it. The 'chopper finally was still, the howling wind swirling around it. The three people inside opened their tightly squeezed eyes. Amber laughed out loud, ecstatic to be alive. She then grabbed Campbell and gave him a huge kiss.

"He saved us!" said Amber.

"You got that right!" said Campbell, gasping for air.

Sean opened the side door of the helicopter to the site of Godzilla. Godzilla had that serious look on his face again.

"Ugh, um, uh thanks Big G; I didn't expect you to care like that," said Taggart. "We're gonna radio for a ride out of here."

In the distance, the East River seemed to ignite with electrical energy. Godzilla spun around to see this and started toward the river and the Brooklyn Bridge.

"No Godzilla, don't go! It's a trap!" screamed Amber.

"Listen to her, Big G! I know that you at least have some idea of what we mean!"

Campbell shook his head.

"We sound like idiots, expecting him to understand us!"

Slowly, Godzilla turned back around and looked at Campbell and Hart. His fins crackled with energy and seemed to... wink at them with blazing eyes.

"Look at him though; we don't sound so nuts after all," said Amber.

He started toward the Brooklyn Bridge with a mighty stride, full of confidence and pride. Fire once again erupted from everything that was destroyed in his unstoppable march. No one who was watching could take their eyes off of Godzilla. Amber, Sean, and Will had just had their lives saved by a living force of nature.]

A/N: For a quick synopsis, Godzilla is apparently "killed" by a desperate military attack of bio-weapons and fuel-air bombs. After Godzilla's disappearance under the Hudson River, the terrorist/splinter military group assault Manhattan and when Godzilla returns, an all-consuming battle ensues where Godzilla proves his power by defeating them in a fight that levels nearly all of New York, saving the people he had started out destroying. Sean and Amber continue to try and convince Taggart of Godzilla's apparent change of heart. The Colonel appears to be listening, but the United Nations does not.

[ The Panama Canal...

The deafening roar of Godzilla tore across the morning sky as people ran for their lives. There were only three naval ships blocking the beast's path to the Panama Canal. They were firing torpedoes and anti-ship missiles like mad that just exploded harmlessly against Godzilla's chest and neck. At least six torpedoes struck Godzilla's submerged legs and tail, their exploding uranium warheads shooting tall, wide pillars of water into the sky. Godzilla shuddered and bellowed in rage. He unleashed his nuclear breath on the hapless navy cruisers. They were all blasted into atoms. Satisfied, Godzilla entered the Panama Canal.

He towered mightily over his surroundings. Tropical birds flew away before Godzilla even bothered to take notice of them. The beast's deadly tail lashed out and smashed into the side of the canal. This left a ragged gash in the shore that could have been mistaken for a detonated minefield. Godzilla looked at the gash for a second or two, seemingly contemplating the way he kept destroying things even when he was not even trying to. He continued on his way.

Gojira peered into the depths of the vast forests beside him and ahead at the splendor of the Pacific Ocean. Godzilla roared at the horizon, sending a legion of forest-dwelling animals into a terrified frenzy. Godzilla's size and bulk was nearly overflowing the Panama Canal. Water poured over the sides, flooding the adjoining land. When he finally reached the other side, Godzilla quickly and silently slipped into the depths of the Pacific. His dissension barely even made a ripple on the ocean surface. Silence once again fell over the Panama Canal. For Godzilla, this tranquility would soon be shattered, perhaps forever.]

A/N: Godzilla makes his way to the now evacuated Galapagos Islands where the military waits for him with their rapidly developed G-Eraser warheads, made from Godzilla's recovered DNA samples and a neutron bomb to finish him. Sean and Amber watch on helplessly as Godzilla walks into their trap.

[A few of the F-15 pilots were the first to notice the disturbance in the water. The time had come. Godzilla emerged from the water with his usual mighty roar. Cascades of water fell from his unimaginably powerful body. Godzilla possessed a powerful mystique about him that nobody could possibly deny. It had gotten to the point where words could not even begin to describe Gojira's presence and majesty, or all of his unimaginable power. He was a phenomenon like no other. The mighty monster looked from side to side and growled. He began to approach the island ever so steadily and methodically. The F-15's began to organize into an attack formation. Godzilla's feet crushed the shoreline as he walked onto the island. He was ready for anything. The sound of the jets' engines caught Godzilla's attention. Nuclear plasma breath lashed out at the jets. Some were able to dodge out of the way with only sections of their fuselages melted but others were not as lucky.

Flaming wreckage plummeted to the ground; their losses would probably not even be remembered to those who witnessed their fall. The other more fortunate pilots were able to unleash several payloads of incendiary warheads at Godzilla. Not even half of them connected with their target. Liquid flames erupted into several enormous spouts of fire that wrapped around Godzilla. Several people nearly screamed while others held their collective breath. The fighter jets continued raining napalm all around Godzilla. Every few seconds, the monster could be seen through the sheets of fire that tried its best to scorch him.

It failed.

Godzilla emerged from the flames with an angry roar. The leviathan's head and his back had been set ablaze. They quickly burned themselves out. He quickly brought the other F-15s to the ground in a storm of nuclear death. Godzilla growled in satisfaction and continued on his way across the island. Soon afterwards, three squadrons of F-15s gathered. They were ready to clash with the mighty Godzilla. Back on the Theodore Roosevelt, Taggart had received a call over his communications radio. He listened gravely to the information that he was given. After ending the transmission, Taggart approached Campbell and Amber. His eyes shouted obvious clues to very bad news.

"Will, what did they say?" asked Campbell.

"That was my superior. Right now, the U.S.A.F. is deploying the G-Eraser weapons."

"No... oh God no..." sobbed Amber.

"Please sweetheart." consoled Campbell. "Remember what I said before. He'll come through in the end."

They didn't have time to finish their conversation. The specially armed F-15s were about to initiate the final attack on Godzilla. It had come time to see whether or not these "G-Eraser" weapons, which had been quickly constructed without testing, could actually work. It was time to see if they were really configured to destroy only Godzilla's DNA. If so, then Godzilla's blood samples had been used very well by scientists. The F- 15s moved into attack formation. Godzilla fixed his intense gaze upon them and roared. All at once, the entire world seemed to hold its own breath. Each F-15 pilot primed their weapons and pulled their triggers.

G-Eraser missiles leaped from each jet and streaked toward the monster Godzilla. It was a moment of truth. Could mankind's last-ditch effort work? Many actually hoped that it wouldn't. At least twenty missiles centered in on Godzilla's right side and chest. The beast vaporized some of the fighter jets, scattering all three squadrons. He never bothered to notice the missiles until it was too late. All of them found their mark. Plumes of fire erupted from the missiles' explosions as Godzilla let out a deafening roar of rage and confusion. The flames cast an eerie glow over his dorsal fins and face. He did not understand this new feeling that engulfed him. It was foreign to him, something completely alien: pain. The flames cleared away enough to see the bloody patches all over the right side and front of Godzilla's body.

"Godzilla!" screamed Amber.

Others were in a stunned silence.

"Oh my God no..." whispered Sean.

Campbell could not find the right words. Godzilla extended his neck and bellowed in pure rage and pain. He would never give up, no matter what. The F-15s circled back around and fired again and again. Dozens of "G-Eraser" missiles slammed into the enraged beast. He grimaced and continued firing his nuclear breath at the fighter jets who swarmed around him like pesky mosquitoes. Godzilla was being slowly cut down. With the missiles destroying his DNA, Godzilla's armored hide nor his amazing regenerative powers could do anything. The F-15 pilots were relentless, but even they felt a twang of empathy for their target. Godzilla's multitudinous wounds streamed with crimson blood. He stomped his feet in pure frustration and anger. The ground itself shattered under his weight. Godzilla opened his slavering jaws and raged against his cruel fate.

"Sir, direct hit but the target is still standing," radioed the squadron captain back to the carrier.

"Well come back around and fire again!" yelled the captain in reply.

It was all going to be over soon. All that Godzilla had done, all of the chaos, the destruction, the heroics, all of would now end. The mighty beast, the phenomenon, the force of nature was being cut down. Frank Jackson's media group was still able to bring footage of the assault on Gojira to the citizens of the world. Mixed feelings ran amok. Some people thought that Godzilla's demise would be for the best while the others were sending loads of phone calls and e-mails to their local broadcast centers so that they could somehow relay them to the military, pleading for the attack to be stopped.

Campbell had never felt so helpless in his life. He could do nothing to help Godzilla and it was tearing him up inside. Amber could not even stand to watch anymore. She wept for Godzilla. The F-15 fighters regrouped and made one final run at Gojira.

The eyes of the mighty titan burned at his attackers with loathing eyes. He decided that if this was indeed his final hour, it would be their last too. Godzilla glared his hatred as nuclear energy began to crackle on his fins and build up in his throat. All but two of the aircraft were destroyed by Godzilla's fire. The missiles those jets had fired were still there. They all smashed into the ailing Godzilla with terrible force.

The great beast reared back and let out a mournful scream into the evening sky. The television cameras zoomed in as close as they could on Godzilla's face. He seemed to look right back at them. His eyes still blazed with power and a sadness that had never been seen before. It was as if he was asking how it all could possibly end like it was going to.

Amber burst into tears. Campbell suddenly made a dash toward the side of the ship. In his mind, he was going to try to help Godzilla somehow, some way. He wasn't thinking clearly, but he did not care. Some of the sailors had to hold Campbell back.

"Godzilla, don't die!" yelled Campbell.

Gojira inhaled and an earsplitting roar followed. The will to win still and always burned brightly within him. Meanwhile, the military had decided to use Plan B.

Raymond Michaels was aboard the B-2 bomber when it was ordered to attack. He sat in a cold silence. The death of Godzilla was imminent and he was right in the middle of it all. President Stone had confirmed the use of the neutron bomb on Godzilla due to the apparent failure of the "G- Eraser" weapons. This act would seal the doom of the main Galapagos Island and Godzilla himself. The government thought that it would be worth the consequences if they could rid the world of the presence of Gojira.

The time had come.

Chapel bells in various churches began tolling as people prayed that everything would work out for the best. Others felt the sting of tears in their eyes. Even the most cold-hearted person had to feel empathy for the monster known as Godzilla. Frank Jackson continued his live coverage even through the chaos that was all around him.

Taggart ran up to Campbell and Amber.

"We'd better get ready. They're activating the neutron shield around out fleet," informed Taggart.

Sean turned around to face Taggart.

"Don't you see this is wrong! They can't kill Godzilla! They just can't! He's our reminder of the mistakes we've made, a wake-up call to the fact that we're not the true masters of everything. He's the way to really see the horrible things we're doing to this planet and to ourselves. If Godzilla dies, then we'll forget all of our mistakes and make them all over and over again!"

Taggart knew deep down that Campbell was right.

He wished he could stop the attack, but there was no way that he could. The electronic neutron radiation shielding was activated to protect the fleet of naval ships. The B-2 bomber was rapidly approaching Godzilla's location. Its weapons officer had already armed and primed the neutron missile. All of the preparations were complete. The timer on the neutron missile had reached the final thirty seconds of its countdown.

"They are about to launch the neutron weapon. I'm not a very religious man, but please God, please take care of all of us... please," said Frank Jackson.

People all over the world stood in silence. The timer counted down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... and the missile was launched. Godzilla looked up and roared, trying to see what was happening. The B-2 had managed to stay out of the way of Godzilla's deadly thermonuclear breath. Its crewmen, along with everyone else, watched as the neutron warhead streaked towards Godzilla. The great beast never saw it coming. Nonetheless, he stood firm and tall, bellowing his defiance.

Tragedy then struck.

There was a massive blinding flash and a deafening explosion. The neutron bomb, the weapon that destroys life itself, found its target. A bubbling mushroom cloud billowed up into the sky followed by a tremendous shockwave and heat blast. It was a heartbreaking, yet mournfully hypnotizing site. The screams of Godzilla could be heard even above the roar of the neutron explosion. It was all coming to an end.

"Godzilla! Noooooooooooooooooo!" screamed Campbell.

The monster could still be barely seen through the flames of destruction. Godzilla looked back out of his fiery tomb. His eyes could tell countless stories with a single glance. He had been created in the heart of a thermonuclear blast and had come all the way to New York City, the birthplace of the Manhattan Project, apparently to teach humanity a lesson, but was now paying for it all in the end.

Amber buried her face in Campbell's shoulder, crying hysterically. Sean looked back out at the mighty Godzilla.

Taggart slowly removed his army cap and placed it over his heart out of respect. All of the other soldiers and sailors did the same. They had only done their job of defending the United States and the world. They were still human.

Raymond Michaels watched with a face of stone. His emotions were severely mixed up. From their homes and business, people watched in a state of silence. Some cried whereas others couldn't find the words to tell about the way they felt. Most people had all thought that they would be cheering for Godzilla's demise, but they just couldn't stand to do that now. They had begun to understand him... to actually understand him.

The neutron explosion had enveloped most of the Galapagos Islands. The colossal orange mushroom cloud stretched its hideous peak into the sky. Godzilla's final roars tore across the horizon as the neutron energy engulfed him. At last, his suffering was ended.

Campbell nearly sank down to his knees. The shock of what had happened was too much. Tears were finally brimming in his dark brown eyes. Amber lay on the deck, face-down, crying her eyes out.

"It's over... it's all over," said Campbell.

With a heavy heart, Frank Jackson turned to face the camera.

"Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of the world... Godzilla is dead. The menace is gone. Maybe now we can begin to heal from all of this and manage to move on to..."

Jackson could not finish what he was going to say. He felt a lump rising in his throat. Godzilla's tragic death had touched anyone who had a heart. Nobody had remained unaffected by the reign on Gojira. Sean helped Amber to her feet and hugged her.

"Will you be alright?" she sobbed.

"What about you?" asked Sean.

"I will be... in time."

Taggart slowly approached Sean. He could see the pain in his and Amber's eyes. Will even noticed a few tears stinging his eyes also.

Sean walked towards the edge of the deck. He stopped and looked back at the island. That mushroom cloud still towered almost endlessly into the evening sky. Vast nuclear fires continued to burn on the water's surface and where the main Galapagos Island used to be... and where Godzilla once was.

"You stopped those bastards back in New York. Thank you for my life with Amber," whispered Sean.

With that said, Sean went back over to Amber and Taggart.

"We can't deactivate the radiation shield until we're back around Florida. The radiation is too strong," said Taggart.

Before anyone could say another word, an officer ran up to Taggart carrying data papers.

"Sir, we've been monitoring the levels of radiation around the blast site and they're dropping rapidly!"

"What the hell, but... but how can that be?" demanded Taggart.

"Well sir, it would seem like something else is consuming the radiation."

"Consuming? Oh my God," gasped Taggart.

He was interrupted by a low rumbling noise. It was coming from the waters around the ravaged island. All attention was fixed on that area. Soon, the decks of ships began to shake with violent force. People were slipping and falling all over the place. Frank Jackson's cameraman had trouble keeping his camcorder in focus. Fear and excitement were both running rampant. What could have been causing those tremors? The answer was soon to come!

Many of the carrier's crewmembers were yelling and pointing at the main Galapagos Island. Everyone soon saw what they were taking about. Massive cracks and fissures were forming in the already decimated island. Undersea shockwaves were also being detected. A single thought was coursing through Sean's mind, even though his memories told him that it couldn't be possible anymore... or could it?

Blinding rays of neon blue light began to shine brightly from the fissures in the main island and the surrounding water was being turned into scalding hot steam. That kind of light was instantly recognizable.

"Sir, is that from the neutron bomb?" an officer asked Taggart.

"No, a neutron bomb doesn't make energy quite like that..."

Explosions burst forth from all over the island. Campbell and Amber walked over to the edge of the carrier's flight deck. Their faces were full of a new kind of hope.

"Godzilla..." stammered Sean.

The island was vaporized by a massive energy blast. Dirt and rock rained down over the water. When the flames cleared, someone very familiar was standing in the ruins of the now lifeless island, emitting a thunderous roar of victory.

"GODZILLA!"

Pure shock swept over the entire world like a hot blanket. Amber was weeping again, only this time she cried tears of joy.

"He's ALIVE!" cheered Amber.

Godzilla's roars of pride and victory thundered against the eardrums of every living thing within at least eight miles. He fired several rays of nuclear energy into the air and stomped out of the large pile of mud that used to the biggest of the Galapagos Islands.

Across every television monitor in the world displayed the words "GODZILLA LIVES!" Many people, even Frank Jackson, were actually happy again, but also hoping that the destruction would not start again.

"Science can't explain him, technology can't stop him, and now that now- legendary monster Godzilla is going back to the ocean, back to his home. Maybe now we can breath a sigh of relief, knowing that we can get on with our normal lives," stated Jackson.

The wounds from the G-Eraser weapons and the neutron bomb still tattooed his body, but Godzilla took a deep breath and began to concentrate. He looked towards the carrier and roared in bittersweet victory as a wave of energy swept over his body, closing those wounds forever. A roar of cheers rose up like a storm from the carrier's deck, especially from Sean, Amber, and Will.

Godzilla entered the water. Steam poured from his burning hot skin, making a sharp hissing sound. His blazing eyes were filled with power and intensity once again. Campbell was jumping up and down, whooping and shaking his fist in the air out of happiness. He grabbed Amber and playfully swung her around a few times. She was laughing quite a bit. Taggart had a huge smile spread across his face.

"Sir, do you want to begin another attack on Godzilla?" asked one of the officers.

Taggart grabbed the man by the front of his uniform.

"You do that and I'll throw you under the his foot myself!"

"Yea, yea, yes sir Colonel Taggart," stammered the shaken soldier.

Taggart looked out at Godzilla who was passing about two hundred feet off of the starboard side of the Theodore Roosevelt.

"It's now official; I've seen everything," remarked Taggart.

Godzilla passed by the Theodore Roosevelt. Waves from his advance crashed into several of the other ships, almost capsizing a destroyer. His fins still clattered and clanked together and his muscular tail swished through the water. The red light from the evening sunset reflected off of Godzilla's wet skin, casting a ghostly glow. Godzilla's majestic stride out towards the open ocean was a memory to behold. Sean and Amber stood together in front of the large crowd of onlookers, watching Godzilla slowly walk away into the beautiful evening sunset.

As he strode by the carrier, Godzilla turned and looked down on deck. The naval officers saluted out of respect, as did Taggart, while others stood in awe. Campbell looked up at him with silent respect and gratitude while Amber blew a kiss towards the leviathan.

"Go in peace Godzilla," said Campbell.

Godzilla flashed one of his now-famous facial expressions, but this particular one was different, as if to say 'thank you'. The valiant creature turned away to go back, back into the ocean, which was now his home.

"He's incredible, that Godzilla," said Sean.

"Yeah... yeah, he is," said Amber.

She kept on gazing at the legendary Godzilla, her soft lovely eyes full of admiration and respect.

"You came as an enemy, a mystery to us all, and now you leave as a hero. I hope you can find a full, meaningful life. After all, you're who helped bring Sean and me together again. Thank you Gojira."

Godzilla stopped in mid-stride and turned back toward the Theodore Roosevelt. He looked at the ship and the people on its deck for several seconds before letting out another earth-shattering roar, which shook the ships and the water itself. It was his good-bye.

With a final look of satisfaction, Godzilla turned to leave. He looked amazing with the sunset in front of him. It had turned out to be a happy ending after all. The destruction was over, Godzilla was returning to the ocean, and Sean and Amber had a wedding to plan. As Godzilla's roars echoed across the water, a feeling of contentment fell over everybody.

"He's the King of the Monsters," stated Sean.

"Why do you say that?" asked Taggart. "There aren't any other giant monsters, at least that we know of."

"Because," said Sean. "Even if there are other giant mutant beasts or other kinds of monsters out there somewhere, they'll never compare to Godzilla."

Godzilla came upon a small remainder of one of the islands, of what used to be an island hill. He pulled himself out of the water and stood on the top, towering over it, taking a victory stance with the sunset behind him. Godzilla turned his gaze towards the heavens, closing his eyes and roaring, long and loud, in final victory.

Sean, Amber, and Will, knowing that they had all experienced the greatest adventure of their lives, looked out at Godzilla, then at each other smiling, knowing everything had worked out in the end. Amber took Sean's hand and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"So where to now?" she asked.

"Home, sweetheart, back home."

"My house or yours?" asked Amber.

"Well, my place is a mess, so if you've got room for a guest." smiled Campbell.

"I'll always have room for you," replied Amber.

She turned her gaze back to Godzilla.

"Will he ever come back?" wondered Amber.

"I'm sure he will, someday, somewhere," said Campbell. "But I can say this for sure: There will never be another like him."

The incredible Godzilla roared at the sunset one last time before diving back under the waves with a tremendous splash. Finally, the balance of nature had been restored, at least for the time being.]

THE END...

A/N: ...until the next sequel. Thanks for reading!