Scars of the Past
Author's note: I wrote this story a couple years ago when I saw the Lion King on Broadway. (This story will be very dramatic) My mind was blown-I mean I was completely in awe (practically babbling after I saw it) with what I saw. I had new respect for theatre and anything The Lion King. I always had a love for Taka, Muffy and Sarabi so here's their story ~
I was cold, alone, desolate and bare. Icy wind nipped at my back. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed in this body. I couldn't hear or feel anything, and everything around me had an odd blur, like the way things looked in rippling pond
And then, a warm figure loomed over me. Its eyes radiated with a soft light, and a fierce protectiveness. It pressed itself next to me, so that its body was wrapped around my own.
"It's going to be alright. Now hush." Its voice was so welcoming and smooth, that at the sound of it all I wanted to do was hush and lay there forever.
Shame that for the rest of my life I would never hear anything like it.
Chapter 1
"Taka" Mufasa whispered. "Taka!" he nudged me.
That was (hem) not the voice I had hoped for, in fact it was the voice that I resented most.
"Taaakaaa" he moaned
"Shut up…" I mumbled, rolling over and covering my ears.
"C'mon Taka!" he pouted, shoving me off of the rock I slept on.I landed with a thump.
If there were two words to describe Mufasa perfectly they would be "big" and "arrogant". For that reason, I was jammed into the cave wall. My cave's wall.
"This… is my cave. And because of that I will decide when it's time to face another hence glorious sunrise." I grumbled sarcastically into my paw.
"But Taka, you said that if I let you sleep in yesterday, you would walk with me to the waterhole and play "chase" today." Muffy pouted
Damn it. I did say that.
"Fine." I arched my scrawny back and stretched. Mufasa was bouncing up and down eagerly, landing so close to my head that his breath caressed my nose and his eyes - which were the color that I called "Gazelle's behind".
It was already sunhigh. The sun was high in the sapphire sky and whatever that crap was about. The savannah plains rippled in the soft breeze. A flock of storks flew over our heads, nearly missing my ear.
"Watch it, dodo brain!" I called out. He swore as an answer. Typical.
In the fields, several dark beige lionesses were stalking a zebra. Pity all I would get to eat would be the left hoof.
The sunlight shone on Mufasa's muscular back. His tuft of red hair glistened. Some adoring fan of his had done a decent job grooming him this morning. He glanced back at me with a jolly grin and his amber eyes that always observed every inch of everything. And I hated every inch of his shimmering looked just as my father, the impudent King Ahadi. That's why he was chosen to be king , because he looked strong and handsome and I was a pitiful face. Uru always said it was because he was born first that he had the right to rule. Even though I loved and trusted her, I knew there was something more to that.
I was definitely far less impressive than him, with gaunt little limbs that were almost red in color.I had a knot of black mane and angular facial features. My eyes, as I was told, were an intense emerald green that I had inherited from mother.
How I loathed genetics.