Author's Note: Hello everyone who reads this, my name is Godwrites, and I am new to this category, so if you will, please do not hate, and enjoy. By the way, My keyboard sucks, so sorry for and misspellings. Also, I do not own "The Lion King" Incase anyone was wondering

My name is Mungu, which, in Swahili, translates to "God." Why I was named Mungu, I'm not so sure. I was born to a pride of lions located in South Africa, however, I was not so lucky. I was not born with golden fur, instead, my fur was white, same as my mane. My father was disgraced. He said if I ever shown my face in his presence again, he would have me poached. That's where my story begins.

"You are a disgrace!" My father yelled, "Out! Out! Out!"

"Mfalme, you should not be that judgemental, he is only 16 years old." My mother said.

"I did not become king of this pride to have a child who is albino." He roared.

"I will not let you kick him out." My mother said.

"I will kill you if I need to." He said.

"Do it then, try me." She said.

I did not stay for the fight, I quickly left my home. I do not know who won, I do not want to either. After ten days, I was met with poachers. I heard them say, "No lions get to the Pridelands, or if they do, we are fucked."

"Yeah, did you hear about the king there, killed ten poachers for his mate." Said another.

"Let's go then." Said the other, as they split up, I knew where I was going, to the Pridelands.

I then pounced the one with a pistol, I then ripped him open. I did not eat him, I only wanted to get to my objective.

"What the?" One said with an assault rifle, raised to my head. He began shooting, and he hit me in the front leg. However, I pounced him, and attacked. I then began my journey. Because every journey begins with a single step. My twin brother, who does have golden fur stayed. Why my father hated me for my fur color, I don't know. I have always been punished for my white fur. I was the first born of my pride, then came my twin. I apparently used to always have white fur. However, my father favored my brother when we were coming of age. On my journey, I met women, children, and men on my way to these Pridelands. They were all amazed by me. One man noticed my wound, and healed me. I then went back on my journey. I then met a zebra named Willhelm. He was German.

"How are you German?" I asked.

"I was born in a zoo." He said.

"What's a zoo?" I asked.

"A zoo is where you should be." He said, "They protect you."

"I don't see how." I said.

"They feed you your food, there are cages to protect you from... Poachers." He said.

"If you are fed daily, then you lose your sense of hunting." I said.

"Good point." He said, "However with you being albino, I think you would already be dead, or in a zoo."

"Well, I'm not, am I?" I asked, bearing my teeth.

"I know, but I'm just saying."

"I know." I laughed.

"You are a sly one, aren't you?" He asked.

"Yes, I am." I said.

Then, he eyed my leg, the one I was shot in.

"What is that?" He asked.

"Bullet wound." I said.

"How did that happen?" He asked.

"Poachers." I said.

"Ja." He said, "I knew it."

It was from then on I had a traveling companion. A very unusual one, but I would not be lonely anymore. So that's a plus.

The Next Morning:

"Hey Billy?" I asked when I woke up. I then noticed Billy was nowhere to be seen. Then, I seen a zebra running from a lion. A lion who looked very familiar.

"Brother?" I called out to the lion. He then looked at me, and began walking towards me.

"Mungu?" He asked.

"Brother?" I asked, "What are you doing out here?" I asked.

"Mungu, you know him?" Billy asked.

"Don't know him, He is my brother." I stated.

"Brother, I am sorry father kicked you out of the pride that day." He said.

"Do not worry brother." I said.

"Why are you out here?" He asked.

"What part of ban-and-ished do you not understand?" I asked.

"I understand them completely." He said.

"Why are you out here hunting my friend?" I asked.

"This zebra is your friend?" He asked, laughing.

"Yes, a very good one too." I said.

"Brother, why don't you come back home?" He asked.

"Nope." I said, "I am going to the Pridelands."

"Come back home!" He roared, pouncing me.

"No!" I yelled, slashing his face with my claws.

He then got off me, and said, "I'm sorry." Actually, my brother was always known to be a scaredy-lion. I guess he's coming to that age.

"It is alright." I said, "Now, please allow me to go to the Pridelands."

"How do you even know they exist?" He asked.

"I heard poachers talk about it." I said coldly.

"If you trust poachers more than dad, then..."

"I do trust poachers more than dad!" I roared.

"Alright then, fine." he said, walking away.

"Thank you Mungu." Billy said.

"No problem." I said.

"You could've let him kill me."

"Nein, us outcasts need to stick together." I said.

"Thank you." He said.

It was still daytime in South Africa, so we continued walking. We still needed to cross through two countries to get to Tanzania.

"Why was your brother trying to eat me?" Billy asked.

"Why?" I replied, "I've no idea, but, I do know my father wants to kill me."

"Why?" He asked.

"The color of my fur." I said.

"Oh." He said.

"My father believes my brother is in a better position to rule our pride, all because I was unlucky to have white fur." I said.

"You are no pushover because your fur is white." He said.

"That is not what my dad believes." I stated.

"Well, I'm sure you will outlive your brother and father, and become king of your own pride one day." He said.

"Thank you Billy." I said, "But for now, let's just focus on the matter on hand, or paw."

"Alright." He said, "After you, King of the Pridelands." He said.

"We're barely there yet." I said.

"I know, I know." He said, "I just cannot wait to have protection under royalty."

"Who said anything about protection?" I questioned.

"What?" He asked.

"I was kidding." I said.

"You're lucky." He said.

"Nein." I said, "I'm not lucky if I am exiled out of my pride."

"You're lucky not to be killed by poachers or other lions yet." He said.

"That part, maybe, not the part of being exiled out of my home." I said.

"I know what to do." He said.

"What?" I asked.

"Kill your father." He said.

"Not my father, he's about too old, however, my brother, maybe our paths will cross again.

"I hope not." He said.

"Why?" I asked, as I heard gunshots off in the distance, followed by the rumble of the earth.

"Stampede!" Billy yelled, as I tried to hide, there were numbers between thirty and forty elephants, followed by cars.

"Poachers!" I yelled, "Billy! Come over here!" I yelled.

"Alright!" He yelled, as he went through the stampede of elephants, and the jeeps did not pay no mind to him, they were after the elephant.

When he came out the other side, We met two other lions, one's name was Ravi, the others' name was Riki.

"Who are you?" They asked.

"I should ask you the same thing." I said.

"I am Riki, and this is my brother, Ravi.

"My name is Mungu, and this is Willhelm." I stated.

"Where are you's off to?" Ravi asked.

"We're off to the Pridelands, what about you?" I asked.

"We're going there too." Riki said.

"Good." Billy said, "More companions."

"Alright, so when do you want to start out?" Riki asked.

I looked at the sky, I did not know it was already nightfall. I then waited until everyone was asleep, then I dozed off.