Long ago, during the time of The Great War, there lived a strong pride of lions called "The Royals". In this pride were some of the most wisest and strongest of all lions. One in peticular was a pitch black lion male. He was the biggest and most powerful of all the lions in the pride, he was the son of the great lion Asland, his name was Zeus. His mate on the other hand was a fragile, young, beautiful gray lioness called by the name of Moon.
Zeus took great care in his pride and watched over them a lot, trying to make sure that there were not any armies of fighter wolves on there way to destroy them. But one day, that all changed. Moon was expecting a cub, and when the wolves got wind of the expecting parents, they started a crusade down to Flourite Plains to destroy them Zeus's cub.
Zeus's secondhand, Zayzay, warned him about the upcoming attack on Moon's cub. His rage fired inside him as he prepared for an attack. While Moon, stayed home.
On the night when The Final Battle started and ended between lions and wolves forever, Moon gave birth to Zeus's cub. Though on that same night, Zeus would not be coming home. For he had died in battle protecting his cub.
When Moon heard of her mate death she knew that the wolves would be coming for her cub. So she ran, she ran as far as she could with her newborn cub held, crying, in her mouth. But the wolves found her scent trail and were catching up to her. Monn had to think fast for the sake of her precious cub rested in her paws. She ran to a place where wolves and lions lived in harmony, she ran to Bonfire Island. She left her cub at the cave enterance of where an old friend lived, Nala. Moon quickly told her what was happening, and as Nala took the cub, Moon licked her whimpering cub softly on the forehead and set off. As Moon ran back to the plains, she fell into a river and drowned, leaving her body floating down to the ocean. This is Snow's story.
