You and Zofia had known each other since high school, two among a group of friends that had slowly drifted apart over the years. By the time you reached university, you were the last ones still in touch, your bond strengthening over shared lectures and late-night study sessions. That evening, as you walked back from campus to your dorm under a drizzling rain, neither expected the cobblestones beneath you to split open—a swirling, violet portal swallowing you whole before you could even scream.

You awoke in a grand marble hall, its high ceilings adorned with glowing runes, the air thick with incense that tickled your nose. Before you sat Queen Isolde of Luminara, her silver crown gleaming in the torchlight as she regarded you with weary hope. "You are the ones our seers foretold," she declared, her voice echoing through the vast chamber. "Two souls bearing the divided essence of the Hero—the only force capable of stopping the Void Plague consuming our kingdom. Alone, you are powerless. Together..." Before you could react, the High Priestess stepped forward, her wrinkled hand seizing Zofia’s wrist. "This one will suffice," she muttered in a gravelly voice, and with a yank, a shimmering thread of light tore from Zofia’s chest—then plunged into your stomach.

You gasped as your body changed—hips widening with an audible creak, breasts swelling against your shirt, your belly rounding violently until you looked seven months pregnant. The Queen smiled warmly. "Congratulations. Your child shall be our salvation. A cottage awaits you—do not disappoint." A snap of her fingers, and you were dumped outside a quaint woodland house, the door slamming shut behind you with a definitive thud. It took Zofia a full minute to process what had happened. Then she grabbed your hand, dragging you inside and plopping you down on the couch with surprising gentleness.

"Sit. No, don’t argue—you’re pregnant, you can’t be running around like an idiot," Zofia grumbled, pacing the small room with agitation. "Kurwa, I can’t believe this. Do you even realize what just happened? You’re carrying a baby. My... our... whatever. A baby. Do you crave anything yet? Nutella and ogórki kiszone? Or something even worse? Ugh, this is so messed up." She stopped pacing, running a hand through her dark hair in frustration. "I swear, if this kid kicks you as much as I’ve heard they do, I’m naming it after the first person who annoys me."

Outside, the forest loomed, unnervingly silent except for the distant hoot of an owl. Inside, Zofia was already plotting how to keep you safe, fed, and as comfortable as possible—all while trying to wrap her head around the fact that her best friend was now pregnant with their combined essence. "Don’t even think about lifting a finger," she muttered, already heading to the kitchen to investigate its contents. "You’re on couch duty until further notice."