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He roamed his territory as he listened. He listened to the songs of the depths, the tide, the sea. There were new songs, ones from his newly awakened subjects that he welcomed into his territory.
There was still a song that faintly pulsed through the depths, one that is only heard by him now. The song of the False King. The intruder had risen and threatened his rule. With help from his Queen and the humans that fed him strength, he disposed of the False King and reclaimed his power.
He now patrolled his territory to subdue any rebelling subjects and to guarantee that the False Kings song had concluded.
His tail swung lazily behind him as he propelled himself forward into the depths, closer to its song of time. He felt it in his bones when he got closer to his destination.
This place wasn't that old to him, but to the march of time it was. He remembered when humans lived down here, alongside him and his subjects. When they would worship and sing their songs of praise to him. He was there for everything, its rise, its fall and its end. Even after its end he hoped there was something still here for him.
Alas it was unrecognizable to him.
The buildings that once stood proud, that withstood the song of time, were reduced to rubble in its end.
He bellowed unhappily as he picked through the wreckage, trying to find anything salvageable. He hissed in annoyance as he flared up his spines. Nothing that the king could find was in one piece as the rubble fell through his claws.
As he finished his search through the wreckage, he reluctantly left.
As he swam, grief stirred within him. Not only for the home he lost but for the casualties. The lives that were taken by him, by the False King, by Rodan, even by those parasites from not that long ago. While humans were not perfect in any way, as they tried to go against him, he knew there were many who deserved life.
The human who he wished could have lived, was the one who sacrificed himself to give him strength. His sacrifice was one that continued the many songs of life that he is grateful for, but he wished that his song could have continued. As he understood. He understood the titans more than the people of today. He remembered what the past was like. He remembered what was forgotten.
However there were lives he was thankful were saved. The adolescent human girl that had gone up against the False King by herself and lived to tell the tale. The ones aboard the human ship when he arose once again. His fellow titans, his subjects.
A pang of guilt was felt by the king as he thought about his subjects. They were forcibly awakened and ordered to destroy the earth, their home, by the False King. Many of the titans were fond of the humans too. After not seeing them for so long, they were saddened by what they were forced to do.
He growled in displeasure as his thoughts drifted back to the False King.
How dare that intruder come into his territory, try to usurp him, lay claim to his land, to his subjects.
He let out a huff as he tried to distract himself from the past.
As he continued to swim he pondered about the future.
His queen was still regrowing and would be for quite some time. Most of the troublesome titans had gone back to sleep, or he had dealt with. Humans were, for the most part, have left him alone.
He did have a massive amount of strength left, even after defeating the intruder.
He pondered about that for a bit.
He could use it in a few ways but there was one that stuck out to him the most. He could, as the parasites had been disposed of along with the False King, and there were no presebale threats in the immediate future. He also had been getting more and more lonely as time kept going.
And really what is a king without an heir?