Hello! This is about my made up character Sanaa and her journey through life. From being a pridelander, an outlander, a jungle cat, and queen.
Lion King does not belong to me. That would be cool if it did tho. I would so make more sequels to it if I did own it.
Please don't use my made up characters, though their names are open game. I got them from an online swahili dictionary. Now, this story might be quite a few chapters long, but some of them will be pretty short. I hope that you enjoy.
Sitting at the very top of Pride rock, where I could see everything. It was magnificent. The sun was rising behind me, so I could feel its warmth on my back. I sat happily, breathing deeply. It was a nice, warm day, and I could see the massive herds of Antelope, Zebra, and Wildebeest gathering down below.
"It's beautiful, Isn't it?" came a male voice behind me.
I turned to look. My blue eyes met with his brown eyes, and I smiled. The lion came over to me and nuzzled my shoulder affectionately. I nuzzled him back, knowing how much he cared for me.
He was a golden color, with a huge red tuft of fur on his head that extended down his neck. He was young, but full grown. I however, was far from it, but then I was also far from being an infant.
"You will make a wonderful King." I said, looking at him and batting my eyelashes, but he was lost in another world, and so, my efforts had been wasted.
"I'll never be a good as king as my father." He replied.
"You will be a good king. I wouldn't be at all surprised if you turned out to be a better king than your father." I said, putting my head under his chin and lifting his head up.
"Maybe Taka should be the king instead." He sighed, turning away from me, rubbing his left foreleg with his right forepaw.
"You will be a better king than Scar, and than your father." I tried once again to restore his confidence.
"I will never amount to anything."
"Not with an attitude like that you won't." I shook my head and stood up. I slowly made my way behind the prince. I was about to start my way down from the top of Pride rock.
"Sanaa –" the Prince began.
"Mufasa, please, just try." I cut him off, I was standing on the downward path. I was looking back at him, with tears in my eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I bound off, before he could.
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