She watches in silence as Monster is made the Queen over all of them, and then Zjeena comes sweeping in to also be crowned. She watches with jealousy boiling beneath the surface of her pale hide. How could she not want to be Queen of Paradise? This place that she holds so dear and near to her heart. She would bide her time. She will be overlooked for now, but that will soon change. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, she can feel the change beginning to take place. She has felt the shift in the foal, as it begins to move less and instinct tells her it will be soon.

As the last light of day fades, and streaks the sky in vibrant colors the first pang rips through her abdomen. She winces, closing her bicolored eyes as panic begins to set in. Her breathing is shallow and laborious. And sweat begins to wash across her delicate shoulders and the curve of her nape, it is time. She pushes herself deeper into the jungle, through the hanging veins and thick foliage. Instinct pushes her until she stumbles into a small clearing, just as another pang of pain rips through her abdomen. A small cry escapes her lips as she begins to lose control of her body.

Caly clinches her eyes tight as she crumples to the ground, the pain is like a fire that begins to consume her flesh. She lays her head into the soft grass and lets her body relax the best that she possibly could. She can feel the contractions tighten her body, each one worse then the last. She bites her lip until her mouth is flooded with the salty brine of her own blood. It distracts her from the excruciating pain of birth. As the last contraction passes she feels the foal leave her body. She presses her head into the grass for a moment longer before lifting her weary head to look back at the foal that lays wet in the grass. She pulls herself onto her shaky legs, breaking the sack that could suffocate her child. Immediately her pink lips begin to nuzzle the damp chocolate coat of her daughter, the filly begins to protest with soft nickers.


The world is cold, and unfamiliar. Her crystal blue eyes blink beneath a veil of white lashes. She looks up at the white face of her mother, who is still a bit blurry. A soft nicker leaves her lips in hopes that her mother would offer some sort of warmth. Shivers rack her little body. As her mother begins to nuzzle her, she can feel the warmth beginning to spread through out her body. A soft nicker leaves her pink lips.

Caly proudly looks down on the bald face of her daughter, the honey colored hue of her coat and the dark wisps of mane that stick out of her delicate neck. She is perfect. A smile touches her pink lips and pride swells in her heart. She had brought a healthy daughter into this world. She lifts her delicately chiseled crown, letting her bicolored eyes shift through the shadows of the jungle. She is ready to defend her daughter against anything or anyone that comes pushing through the jungle's shadows.


Hunger grumbles in her belly, driving her to seek out food that she knows has to be around here somewhere. She pushes her spindly legs beneath her body, and raises herself carefully to a standing position. A triumphant snort fills the still night air as she stands on these spindly legs. She looks up at her mom and dares to reach her pink nose out to touch her mothers skin. As she brushes her lips along her moms shoulder, she uses her as support as she goes to find the food. Her nose quivers as she finds her mother's milk, greedily she gulps down the food. Suckling noises fill the air with every gulp.

"My dear Mirella, I will protect you. And you in turn will grow strong, independent, and make this world yours," Caly whispers into the air, a promise to her daughter.