Beneath a tree that was just beginning to blossom near the edge of the massive crystal-blue lake which the Leviathan once terrorised, the gentle rustle of petals carried softly in the air.
From a distance, it looked almost idyllic—sunlight flickering between the branches, pink and white flowers drifting down onto the grass.
But then, from beneath the tree's trunk, a long snake's tail lazily flicked into view, curling and uncoiling in the grass and for anyone passing by, it would have seemed as though a massive serpent had made its nest there.
In truth, it was no wild beast.
It was Nala.
Her white tail lay sprawled behind her as she leaned her back against the trunk, a thoughtful frown etched across her delicate features.
And right now, in her hands was a delicate white flower. She plucked one petal after another with grim determination, muttering to herself in a deadly serious tone:
"I am pregnant. I am not pregnant. I am pregnant. I am not pregnant…"
