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Honestly, never thought we would have made it this far. Figured we were all doomed, that our deaths would have come weeks ago. Somehow, though, the days ticked by without any diseased buzzards dropping on our heads or a cancerous mass devouring the whole base. The world is in shambles, that is still very much true. What communications we got over the miserable days have been lonely cries in the dark and desperate pleas for help. Both were equally depressing, as there was just nothing to be done. There are countless people out there seeking refuge, as their homes have been trampled by the titans, but where could they go? The great abominations go where they please, and it is only a matter of time before some super-heated worm decides to burrow through your new home. For those calling for aid, who will come for them? No military force even really exists anymore, as everything we have has been burned and destroyed in our attempts to slay even one of these titans. What medical supplies and food still remains is hoarded by those who have them, seeing no point in sharing when there is no guarantee of getting more. We once had the power to do something about this, but those days are long gone. After all, it was our might and genius that caused this whole mess. All we ever did was kill one giant leviathan and unleash its mutagenic blood upon the world. The plague of A.N.A is all our fault, and it seemed we would never get the chance to redeem ourselves. All we could do was sit in our crumbling base and wait for the end.

Fate is truly an odd thing, no one knows how the die will roll. We all thought our time was up, that hope was a thing of the past. The people who stayed here only did so because they had nowhere else to go, the researchers kept working because that was the only thing left to do besides die. Our useless band of folk were more like squatters then heroes, preferring some place warm and lit before a giant spike ball crushed us in its migration. Some time ago, there was the foolish belief that A.N.A. had a secret for us to discover. Some kind of weakness we could exploit and finally put her children to rest. Our research gave us nothing, and in some cases it just made more monstrosities. The few scientists who stuck around toyed with our last samples to keep themselves distracted, and to satiate their own curiosities before death claimed them. No one expected any breakthroughs or miracles. What would we do with one even if we got it? Even if we discovered a weapon that could be used against the titans, who would wield it? Every country had pretty much sealed their borders and now pray for the titans to walk the other way. There is no squadron of jet fighters to blast the monsters to smithereens with our new miracle weapon. No platoon of brave soldiers to carry the super bomb that will evaporate our nightmares for good. All our weapons our gone, all our warriors have fled to home. Calls to action have grown silent, while we now just get messages of desperation and loss. We offered what comforting words we could, but little else. Our own supplies were dwindling, and it was only a matter of time before one of the titans finally walked our way. We had nothing.

That became even more apparent when one of our labs exploded on accident. One of the researchers broke down during their futile studies and pretty much trashed the lab. Their frenzy set something off and the place went up. We extinguished the flames and boarded up the holes the best we could, and pretty much left it at that. No one really even blamed the guy, as we all had one of those days where our minds just gave up. The samples of A.N.A. we had in there as well as the poor lab animals were lost in the incident, but we didn't think much of it. The days of playing hero were long gone, it was best to just seal it away and face reality.

The disaster zone was ignored for quite some time, until someone started hearing noises coming from the sealed off area. With everyone's nerves frayed, we chalked it up to paranoia, especially since we got word that a giant obscene beetle was stomping in our direction. Reports from all around were saying Minceskro was headed our way, bringing their swarm of horrid bugs along. Once we heard that, panic set in. Everyone was just running around, either pretending we could survive this arrival or foolishly believing we could escape it in time. Neither option would really work. Our buildings were in shambles, it would never be able to keep out the ravenous swarms. Our vehicles were few and the remaining gas was meager. Some people could flee, but to where? Even if they outran the living hive, they would just be joining the sea of lost refugees, forever searching for safety. There were arguments, fights, breakdowns, all the horrid emotions that come from such a revelation. People were at each others throats, while others just sealed themselves into various corners and cried. It was getting to the point where it was looking like we wouldn't even live long enough to see the wretched bug when the lab exploded again.

The whole building shook like there was the greatest earthquake of all time happening. The sound of crumbling brick and screeching metal filled the air. For a moment, we all thought that another titan had beaten Minceskro to their prize. The current bet was Melalo making another crash landing atop a community of unfortunate souls. But when the dust settled and we all emerged from our hiding places, we found something else standing amongst the rubble. When we first gazed upon it, we found no hope or comfort. It wasn't one of the titans we knew, but that only meant a new monstrosity had been born. It looked like that laboratory freakout must have caused various A.N.A. samples to infect one of the test animals. With the mutagen in their body, they would have easily survived the disaster and had been growing ever since we boarded the place up. This destruction was just the result of a massive growth spurt, the violent emergence into their true form. Fate was kind to us, as this creature was easily the smallest of all the titans. If it had been as large as the others, our whole base would have been flattened. Despite our miraculous survival, things were not looking good. Sooner or later the thing would wake up from its slumber and unveil the newest way for A.N.A. to ravage the planet. The new beast looked like one of the toads that was kept in the lab, so the bet was that we would all drown in poison or something. All we had to do was wait.

Some folk took a vehicle and peeled out that very night, but the rest stayed and simply stared at the great beast. It was probably because we all accepted our fate and decided to stop running and hiding. Let us die together in the place that we once called home. But we waited and waited, and no death came for us. This newborn didn't awaken, it hardly even moved. Its eyes did not open, and it almost looked like they couldn't even do that if it wanted. It breathed, it snored, but it did little else. Further investigation showed that its limbs weren't even capable of movement, as their feet was just a sprawling web of flesh that coated the earth. If this beast wouldn't move, then perhaps its lethality would come from deadly gas or clouds of A.N.A. filling the air. None of that happened either. Days went by, and the creature still slumbered.

We all began to think that this newborn was simply a dud, a failed creation of A.N.A. Funny how we considered the fact that it didn't horribly kill us a "failure," but our minds weren't in the right place. Everyone was just bewildered by this development, finally seeing one of these titans up close and in the flesh. We were so wrapped up in it all that we didn't even notice that the time table for Mincerskro's arrival came and went without an appearance. It was only long after the fact when someone realized the horrid beetle never showed up. We all scrambled to our dusty stations and tried to get a read on where it was now. From what few reports we could get, it seemed the massive bug had suddenly changed its mind and veered its path far away from us. This was a brief moment of relief for us, as that meant we wouldn't be eaten alive by mutated insects. This meant that we had more time to poke and prod this new creation until another titan showed up to finish the job. We spent quite some time musing over this great toad, wondering what it could do and why it had been born. What researchers remained did their best to study it, with a slightly renewed hope of unlocking the secrets of A.N.A. Perhaps this sleeping amphibian could give us some answers, or even clues on how to deal with the titans. With dwindling supplies and time, we wondered if we would live long enough to solve this mystery. It turns out, our starved broken selves had already been given an answer, but we were too absorbed in the new beast's presence to notice it.

The realization came when someone made a comment on the toad's slumbering state versus the other rampaging titans. Talk of how the other beasts would rip this little thing to shreds, and how it probably wouldn't even wake up then. When someone mentioned that the titans don't invade each other's territories, it finally hit us. Minceskro didn't just change its direction at random, it avoided us because this new being had been born. The abominations don't fight each other, they don't even get close. Something keeps them apart, for what reason, we don't know. It could be that they are territorial, or they don't see a point in fighting. Plenty of earth to ravage, no need to bicker over who gets to stomp what city. The toad's presence might be giving off that same cue, some kind of signal to keep the others away. There was no real way for us to test it, but we clung to that hope for as long as we could. As time rolled by and our studies continued, we started getting the inkling that this was true. The other children were not coming close to this region, always forging a path that steered around rather than through. Was it really because of this sleeping toad, or was it pure luck? Didn't matter, we were alive.

Eventually, we started to spread word of this miracle, that we now had a safe haven from the titans. With the slumbering toad keeping the whole area free of destruction, there was now somewhere for people to find shelter. At first, no one really believed us. Some called us traitors for harboring this thing, and others called for its death. In time, though, enough desperate people heard of this slim hope and started to make their way here. We opened our doors and offered what little we had left to those who came, happy that we could at least give some comfort to others. In the beginning, things were tight and tough, as supplies ran low and more mouths arrived. It started to seem like a bad idea to bring all these people here, until more started to arrive with their own offerings. As word spread further, and our survival continued, more folk started to believe this was truly a safe haven. They brought everything they could and shared it with the others. Our base started to grow into a village, than a town, as more refugees came in and brought their own gifts with them. Days went to weeks then to months, all without a titan coming to spoil the fun. It seemed our froggy friend was actually serving as our guardian. We soon found out that they could do more then just that.

During initial studies of the immobile toad, we found that its many warts wept with a golden fluid. We assumed it to be poison and stayed far away. The researchers found it to be filled with A.N.A. though it was in a form they never seen before. It was not the same as the mutagen, but it was A.N.A. no doubt. We didn't think too much of it, just avoided making contact with it. With refugees showing up and shelters needed, we busied ourselves with that instead of worrying about this golden ichor. The discovery of its properties only came when one of the refugees made an insane decision. They had come with a group who had fled from Tcaridyi, the great worm having drilled its way through their tent city and bathed itself in the nearby lake. The poor soul had been inflicted by the beast's irritating hairs, the crimson shards stabbed into half of his body. His whole right arm was swollen to disgusting levels, and the fever he held was dangerously high. Amputation was on the table, but his burning body gave the impression that his days were quite short, regardless of what we did. He spent most of his time in the medical area of the camp, with everyone pretty much waiting for him to pass. One night, though, his fever and burning flesh drove him to madness, and he fled from his cot. Desperate and dying, he wandered to the sleeping toad and started yelling for its help. No one really knows what he was thinking, perhaps the delirium making him believe that the savior that gave him shelter could cure his sickness. Whatever madness struck him, it caused him to drive an arm into one of the warts and spray himself with the golden fluid. Man drenched himself head to toe with the stuff, much to the horror of everyone around. We busted out the hazmat suits and dragged him away to quarantine, terrified of what he just unleashed. It would be just our luck that one crazed person would ruin it all for everyone. However, the toad never woke and the coating of A.N.A. led to something far greater.

Everyone expected him to die, to melt into some puddle of goo. But when one of the helping hands went in to check on them, they came stumbling back out in utter disbelief. We figured it was a scene of wretched gore that caused this reaction, as they just kept saying "Ana, Ana" as they pointed at the quarantine wing. When someone else dared peek in on our crazed patient, they too were just as shocked at what they saw. The man was getting better, the swelling having died down drastically and his skin returning to a healthy hue. Temperature checks revealed that his fever was fading, and that his vitals were reaching normal levels. The burning hairs of Tcaridyi were plaguing him no more, and the golden A.N.A. fluid brought no other damage with it. We wanted to believe that it was the ichor that cured him, but we didn't want to say it. There was no real way to prove it just yet, and we didn't want to give the sick refugees a false hope. Even more, we didn't know what side effects would occur. Perhaps he would survive this fever just to die to something even more horrible hidden with the fluid. We had to do more tests, but we weren't sure how to proceed. We couldn't just do human testing, that was immoral. However, that decision was torn from us once word leaked out of this miraculous liquid. People with dying friends and families nearly trampled each other to get hold of some of this juice, and didn't think twice before smearing it on wounds and infected sites. We had to seal off access to our beloved toad and keep constant guard to ward off desperate families. We didn't like the idea of people bathing in this unknown ichor, and also we didn't want our one guardian to be torn apart by frantic believers. In short time, though, we couldn't deny its effects. People exposed to this fluid were getting better, the death sentences granted to them by the other diseased titans were now being lifted. When we saw what was happening, we couldn't keep it back any longer. This was another great hope, another chance for survival. Even if something horrible happened in the long run, we couldn't afford to deny this hope for others. A new procedure was set in place, with trained folks safely harvesting the fluid from the toad and giving it out to the patients in the medical ward. There was healing, there was hope.

With word of this lifesaving ichor, even more people poured in, and even communication lines opened up with other places begging for samples. Our sleeping toad friend started to gain quite the following, and eventually the people gave her a name. "Queen Ana" was quite the choice, but it was fitting with her (assuming she is female) appearance and what was in the fluid that saved so many lives. The demand was so high, there was worry we would drain our beloved guardian dry. She certainly needed to replenish the nutrients we took from her, but we didn't know how. The other titans didn't really need to eat, but she was obviously different from them. Her mouth didn't look like it could open, and we weren't even sure what to feed her. She wound up solving that problem herself. One day, the skin on her chest began to slough off, revealing a nest of unsettling holes. We feared she was sick or dying, until things started to emerge from these cavities. They looked like tadpoles, but their fins fluttered like wings in the breeze. They crawled out of her in droves and took to the skies, dancing away like fairies. We were baffled by all this, but some stuck around and revealed their purpose to us all. These offspring glided their way to those who were sickened by the other titans and landed upon their bodies. Tendrils latched onto skin and they started to feed. No one even thought of stopping them, never considering a malicious intent. The tadpoles just drained some blood and then flew on to the next patient. Days later, those touched by these creatures were regaining their health, the disease seemingly sucked out of their bodies. As for the young, once they were filled up with blood, they fluttered back home to Queen Ana and crawled back inside. Soon after, they would emerge empty and take to the skies again. It seemed that they were feeding the Queen, pulling the sickness in with blood and giving it to her instead. The many that were carried away on the winds would eventually return, drop off their cache and head back out. The healing touch was now spreading, and soon other places found relief in their presence.

Even now, Queen Ana still sleeps, despite the city growing around here. With the titans kept at bay, we now can actually build something that will stand. So many people and resources continue to pour into this sprawling community, turning this rundown tent town into the last bastion for humanity. The study of Queen Ana and her fairy-like tadpoles have continued with greater purpose. There is the hope that this cure can be used to further ward off the titans and their pestilence, and that maybe its regenerative properties can be used to heal the broken land. Some think that we could replicate Ana, and create more guardians and thus more havens. Of course, we are all hesitant on that last part, lest we repeat past mistakes. But the thing that matters most is that there is hope, there is safety, and there is home.

With Queen Ana with us, maybe, just maybe, we might make it after all....

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A while back I did the kaiju versions of the Children of Ana, and originally I was done there. But then iamthekaijuking on Tumblr pointed out that Queen Ana herself has a form of a golden toad, and thought that would work as a kaiju as well. I liked the idea and decided to go for it, so we got one last entry here! I will note that the demon father probably won't get a form, since I have not seen any mention of what he looks like and technically his role was filled by the dead leviathan.

And this new entry at least gives some hope to the poor world I created to suffer at the hands of these diseased titans.

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Honestly, never thought we would have made it this far. Figured we were all doomed, that our deaths would have come weeks ago. Somehow, though, the days ticked by without any diseased buzzards dropping on our heads or a cancerous mass devouring the whole base. The world is in shambles, that is still very much true. What communications we got over the miserable days have been lonely cries in the dark and desperate pleas for help. Both were equally depressing, as there was just nothing to be done. There are countless people out there seeking refuge, as their homes have been trampled by the titans, but where could they go? The great abominations go where they please, and it is only a matter of time before some super-heated worm decides to burrow through your new home. For those calling for aid, who will come for them? No military force even really exists anymore, as everything we have has been burned and destroyed in our attempts to slay even one of these titans. What medical supplies and food still remains is hoarded by those who have them, seeing no point in sharing when there is no guarantee of getting more. We once had the power to do something about this, but those days are long gone. After all, it was our might and genius that caused this whole mess. All we ever did was kill one giant leviathan and unleash its mutagenic blood upon the world. The plague of A.N.A is all our fault, and it seemed we would never get the chance to redeem ourselves. All we could do was sit in our crumbling base and wait for the end.

Fate is truly an odd thing, no one knows how the die will roll. We all thought our time was up, that hope was a thing of the past. The people who stayed here only did so because they had nowhere else to go, the researchers kept working because that was the only thing left to do besides die. Our useless band of folk were more like squatters then heroes, preferring some place warm and lit before a giant spike ball crushed us in its migration. Some time ago, there was the foolish belief that A.N.A. had a secret for us to discover. Some kind of weakness we could exploit and finally put her children to rest. Our research gave us nothing, and in some cases it just made more monstrosities. The few scientists who stuck around toyed with our last samples to keep themselves distracted, and to satiate their own curiosities before death claimed them. No one expected any breakthroughs or miracles. What would we do with one even if we got it? Even if we discovered a weapon that could be used against the titans, who would wield it? Every country had pretty much sealed their borders and now pray for the titans to walk the other way. There is no squadron of jet fighters to blast the monsters to smithereens with our new miracle weapon. No platoon of brave soldiers to carry the super bomb that will evaporate our nightmares for good. All our weapons our gone, all our warriors have fled to home. Calls to action have grown silent, while we now just get messages of desperation and loss. We offered what comforting words we could, but little else. Our own supplies were dwindling, and it was only a matter of time before one of the titans finally walked our way. We had nothing.

That became even more apparent when one of our labs exploded on accident. One of the researchers broke down during their futile studies and pretty much trashed the lab. Their frenzy set something off and the place went up. We extinguished the flames and boarded up the holes the best we could, and pretty much left it at that. No one really even blamed the guy, as we all had one of those days where our minds just gave up. The samples of A.N.A. we had in there as well as the poor lab animals were lost in the incident, but we didn't think much of it. The days of playing hero were long gone, it was best to just seal it away and face reality.

The disaster zone was ignored for quite some time, until someone started hearing noises coming from the sealed off area. With everyone's nerves frayed, we chalked it up to paranoia, especially since we got word that a giant obscene beetle was stomping in our direction. Reports from all around were saying Minceskro was headed our way, bringing their swarm of horrid bugs along. Once we heard that, panic set in. Everyone was just running around, either pretending we could survive this arrival or foolishly believing we could escape it in time. Neither option would really work. Our buildings were in shambles, it would never be able to keep out the ravenous swarms. Our vehicles were few and the remaining gas was meager. Some people could flee, but to where? Even if they outran the living hive, they would just be joining the sea of lost refugees, forever searching for safety. There were arguments, fights, breakdowns, all the horrid emotions that come from such a revelation. People were at each others throats, while others just sealed themselves into various corners and cried. It was getting to the point where it was looking like we wouldn't even live long enough to see the wretched bug when the lab exploded again.

The whole building shook like there was the greatest earthquake of all time happening. The sound of crumbling brick and screeching metal filled the air. For a moment, we all thought that another titan had beaten Minceskro to their prize. The current bet was Melalo making another crash landing atop a community of unfortunate souls. But when the dust settled and we all emerged from our hiding places, we found something else standing amongst the rubble. When we first gazed upon it, we found no hope or comfort. It wasn't one of the titans we knew, but that only meant a new monstrosity had been born. It looked like that laboratory freakout must have caused various A.N.A. samples to infect one of the test animals. With the mutagen in their body, they would have easily survived the disaster and had been growing ever since we boarded the place up. This destruction was just the result of a massive growth spurt, the violent emergence into their true form. Fate was kind to us, as this creature was easily the smallest of all the titans. If it had been as large as the others, our whole base would have been flattened. Despite our miraculous survival, things were not looking good. Sooner or later the thing would wake up from its slumber and unveil the newest way for A.N.A. to ravage the planet. The new beast looked like one of the toads that was kept in the lab, so the bet was that we would all drown in poison or something. All we had to do was wait.

Some folk took a vehicle and peeled out that very night, but the rest stayed and simply stared at the great beast. It was probably because we all accepted our fate and decided to stop running and hiding. Let us die together in the place that we once called home. But we waited and waited, and no death came for us. This newborn didn't awaken, it hardly even moved. Its eyes did not open, and it almost looked like they couldn't even do that if it wanted. It breathed, it snored, but it did little else. Further investigation showed that its limbs weren't even capable of movement, as their feet was just a sprawling web of flesh that coated the earth. If this beast wouldn't move, then perhaps its lethality would come from deadly gas or clouds of A.N.A. filling the air. None of that happened either. Days went by, and the creature still slumbered.

We all began to think that this newborn was simply a dud, a failed creation of A.N.A. Funny how we considered the fact that it didn't horribly kill us a "failure," but our minds weren't in the right place. Everyone was just bewildered by this development, finally seeing one of these titans up close and in the flesh. We were so wrapped up in it all that we didn't even notice that the time table for Mincerskro's arrival came and went without an appearance. It was only long after the fact when someone realized the horrid beetle never showed up. We all scrambled to our dusty stations and tried to get a read on where it was now. From what few reports we could get, it seemed the massive bug had suddenly changed its mind and veered its path far away from us. This was a brief moment of relief for us, as that meant we wouldn't be eaten alive by mutated insects. This meant that we had more time to poke and prod this new creation until another titan showed up to finish the job. We spent quite some time musing over this great toad, wondering what it could do and why it had been born. What researchers remained did their best to study it, with a slightly renewed hope of unlocking the secrets of A.N.A. Perhaps this sleeping amphibian could give us some answers, or even clues on how to deal with the titans. With dwindling supplies and time, we wondered if we would live long enough to solve this mystery. It turns out, our starved broken selves had already been given an answer, but we were too absorbed in the new beast's presence to notice it.

The realization came when someone made a comment on the toad's slumbering state versus the other rampaging titans. Talk of how the other beasts would rip this little thing to shreds, and how it probably wouldn't even wake up then. When someone mentioned that the titans don't invade each other's territories, it finally hit us. Minceskro didn't just change its direction at random, it avoided us because this new being had been born. The abominations don't fight each other, they don't even get close. Something keeps them apart, for what reason, we don't know. It could be that they are territorial, or they don't see a point in fighting. Plenty of earth to ravage, no need to bicker over who gets to stomp what city. The toad's presence might be giving off that same cue, some kind of signal to keep the others away. There was no real way for us to test it, but we clung to that hope for as long as we could. As time rolled by and our studies continued, we started getting the inkling that this was true. The other children were not coming close to this region, always forging a path that steered around rather than through. Was it really because of this sleeping toad, or was it pure luck? Didn't matter, we were alive.

Eventually, we started to spread word of this miracle, that we now had a safe haven from the titans. With the slumbering toad keeping the whole area free of destruction, there was now somewhere for people to find shelter. At first, no one really believed us. Some called us traitors for harboring this thing, and others called for its death. In time, though, enough desperate people heard of this slim hope and started to make their way here. We opened our doors and offered what little we had left to those who came, happy that we could at least give some comfort to others. In the beginning, things were tight and tough, as supplies ran low and more mouths arrived. It started to seem like a bad idea to bring all these people here, until more started to arrive with their own offerings. As word spread further, and our survival continued, more folk started to believe this was truly a safe haven. They brought everything they could and shared it with the others. Our base started to grow into a village, than a town, as more refugees came in and brought their own gifts with them. Days went to weeks then to months, all without a titan coming to spoil the fun. It seemed our froggy friend was actually serving as our guardian. We soon found out that they could do more then just that.

During initial studies of the immobile toad, we found that its many warts wept with a golden fluid. We assumed it to be poison and stayed far away. The researchers found it to be filled with A.N.A. though it was in a form they never seen before. It was not the same as the mutagen, but it was A.N.A. no doubt. We didn't think too much of it, just avoided making contact with it. With refugees showing up and shelters needed, we busied ourselves with that instead of worrying about this golden ichor. The discovery of its properties only came when one of the refugees made an insane decision. They had come with a group who had fled from Tcaridyi, the great worm having drilled its way through their tent city and bathed itself in the nearby lake. The poor soul had been inflicted by the beast's irritating hairs, the crimson shards stabbed into half of his body. His whole right arm was swollen to disgusting levels, and the fever he held was dangerously high. Amputation was on the table, but his burning body gave the impression that his days were quite short, regardless of what we did. He spent most of his time in the medical area of the camp, with everyone pretty much waiting for him to pass. One night, though, his fever and burning flesh drove him to madness, and he fled from his cot. Desperate and dying, he wandered to the sleeping toad and started yelling for its help. No one really knows what he was thinking, perhaps the delirium making him believe that the savior that gave him shelter could cure his sickness. Whatever madness struck him, it caused him to drive an arm into one of the warts and spray himself with the golden fluid. Man drenched himself head to toe with the stuff, much to the horror of everyone around. We busted out the hazmat suits and dragged him away to quarantine, terrified of what he just unleashed. It would be just our luck that one crazed person would ruin it all for everyone. However, the toad never woke and the coating of A.N.A. led to something far greater.

Everyone expected him to die, to melt into some puddle of goo. But when one of the helping hands went in to check on them, they came stumbling back out in utter disbelief. We figured it was a scene of wretched gore that caused this reaction, as they just kept saying "Ana, Ana" as they pointed at the quarantine wing. When someone else dared peek in on our crazed patient, they too were just as shocked at what they saw. The man was getting better, the swelling having died down drastically and his skin returning to a healthy hue. Temperature checks revealed that his fever was fading, and that his vitals were reaching normal levels. The burning hairs of Tcaridyi were plaguing him no more, and the golden A.N.A. fluid brought no other damage with it. We wanted to believe that it was the ichor that cured him, but we didn't want to say it. There was no real way to prove it just yet, and we didn't want to give the sick refugees a false hope. Even more, we didn't know what side effects would occur. Perhaps he would survive this fever just to die to something even more horrible hidden with the fluid. We had to do more tests, but we weren't sure how to proceed. We couldn't just do human testing, that was immoral. However, that decision was torn from us once word leaked out of this miraculous liquid. People with dying friends and families nearly trampled each other to get hold of some of this juice, and didn't think twice before smearing it on wounds and infected sites. We had to seal off access to our beloved toad and keep constant guard to ward off desperate families. We didn't like the idea of people bathing in this unknown ichor, and also we didn't want our one guardian to be torn apart by frantic believers. In short time, though, we couldn't deny its effects. People exposed to this fluid were getting better, the death sentences granted to them by the other diseased titans were now being lifted. When we saw what was happening, we couldn't keep it back any longer. This was another great hope, another chance for survival. Even if something horrible happened in the long run, we couldn't afford to deny this hope for others. A new procedure was set in place, with trained folks safely harvesting the fluid from the toad and giving it out to the patients in the medical ward. There was healing, there was hope.

With word of this lifesaving ichor, even more people poured in, and even communication lines opened up with other places begging for samples. Our sleeping toad friend started to gain quite the following, and eventually the people gave her a name. "Queen Ana" was quite the choice, but it was fitting with her (assuming she is female) appearance and what was in the fluid that saved so many lives. The demand was so high, there was worry we would drain our beloved guardian dry. She certainly needed to replenish the nutrients we took from her, but we didn't know how. The other titans didn't really need to eat, but she was obviously different from them. Her mouth didn't look like it could open, and we weren't even sure what to feed her. She wound up solving that problem herself. One day, the skin on her chest began to slough off, revealing a nest of unsettling holes. We feared she was sick or dying, until things started to emerge from these cavities. They looked like tadpoles, but their fins fluttered like wings in the breeze. They crawled out of her in droves and took to the skies, dancing away like fairies. We were baffled by all this, but some stuck around and revealed their purpose to us all. These offspring glided their way to those who were sickened by the other titans and landed upon their bodies. Tendrils latched onto skin and they started to feed. No one even thought of stopping them, never considering a malicious intent. The tadpoles just drained some blood and then flew on to the next patient. Days later, those touched by these creatures were regaining their health, the disease seemingly sucked out of their bodies. As for the young, once they were filled up with blood, they fluttered back home to Queen Ana and crawled back inside. Soon after, they would emerge empty and take to the skies again. It seemed that they were feeding the Queen, pulling the sickness in with blood and giving it to her instead. The many that were carried away on the winds would eventually return, drop off their cache and head back out. The healing touch was now spreading, and soon other places found relief in their presence.

Even now, Queen Ana still sleeps, despite the city growing around here. With the titans kept at bay, we now can actually build something that will stand. So many people and resources continue to pour into this sprawling community, turning this rundown tent town into the last bastion for humanity. The study of Queen Ana and her fairy-like tadpoles have continued with greater purpose. There is the hope that this cure can be used to further ward off the titans and their pestilence, and that maybe its regenerative properties can be used to heal the broken land. Some think that we could replicate Ana, and create more guardians and thus more havens. Of course, we are all hesitant on that last part, lest we repeat past mistakes. But the thing that matters most is that there is hope, there is safety, and there is home.

With Queen Ana with us, maybe, just maybe, we might make it after all....

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A while back I did the kaiju versions of the Children of Ana, and originally I was done there. But then iamthekaijuking on Tumblr pointed out that Queen Ana herself has a form of a golden toad, and thought that would work as a kaiju as well. I liked the idea and decided to go for it, so we got one last entry here! I will note that the demon father probably won't get a form, since I have not seen any mention of what he looks like and technically his role was filled by the dead leviathan.

And this new entry at least gives some hope to the poor world I created to suffer at the hands of these diseased titans.