Here's my first Lion king story. I love the story and this is based off of the Disney movie, I would like to thank Simbafan for helping me, even though I posting this way later then when we last discussed this. This is set in anAlternate Universe and is based looselt on the story of "Pride of a Man" by Simbafan, but very loosely. But our pms that we sent back and forth were what I went to to help with this story. So thank you Simbafan. I own nothing, but Kimaria, Imani, Abdalla, and Caree. Since this takes place in African, I have and will thrown in some Swahili phrases to make it more realistic. I hope you enjoy, the story.

The sun hangs low in the west as its rays starched across the vast African savanna. Birds fly across the sky with grace; their colors merging with the bright blue sky. Other animals bath n the small lakes around my village. It is a tiny village barely anyone could find a map, but it's home. I sigh in contentment as my hands grip the water jug tighter. Cold water rushes over my hands before I pull them out. A pefect day and I breathe in the air deeply.

Off in the distance, I hear my mother calling me. "Kamaria, come over here quickly, we need that water. Imani is going to give birth."

I stumble to my feet, trying to keep the jug upright, and rush back into the hunt. It doesn't seem possible that I get to help with the birth at twelve. Only a few days ago, I remember my mother scolding father for leaving with the rest of them men to go hunt, leaving the women here. Yet, father had persuaded her and left two nights ago to follow a herd. A scream echoes around a small hut when I reenter. Mother is kneeling down in front of her oldest friend repeating commands of "Push, breath, push, breathe," over and over again.

Imani didn't seem to hear her as her teeth gritted in pain. Her hands tighten around the rope hung over her bed. Setting the water jug down, I dust the dust off my white blouse and dull navy blue skirt and watch the scene for a few seconds, swaying on my feet. After a moment, mother glances over her shoulder at me, brushing her brown locks away from her face.

Clearing her throat, she says, "Kamaria, go and stand next to her and keep her head cool and tell her-"

Once more, a loud scream fills the room as Imani pushes herself up and widens her legs a little more. Instantly, I grab a cloth and water jug, run over and dab the cloth into the water. Sweat drips down Imani's forehead as she glances over at me with uncertainty. It is not custom for young girls under thirteen to help, but the other women are busy and my mother had insisted for my assistance. As a nurse, my mother chooses who will help her deliver children. Shaking my head, I return my thoughts back on Imani. I dap gingerly at her forehead and mutter soothing words into her ear. I tell her of the great child that she has to bring into the world. A tiny smile spreads across her face as her brown eyes shut in pain.

"Just one more push, Imani, you can do it. I see the head now," mother says encouragingly.

Imani screams, pants, and shakes her head as her left hand finds me on the mattress. I glance over at mother as Imani squeezes my hand tightly. I yelp at the sudden pain, but stop as my mother glares at me. Biting my lip, I take a deep breath and continue to whisper comforting words. Seconds pass, her grip on my hand seems to tighten until I'm certain that she'll break my hand. After a few more minutes, another cry echoes inside the room as my mother pulls out a fat baby boy. Covered in a white, sticky paste it was hard to see the dark brown skin beneath. I glance over and see my mother cutting a cord attached to the belly button of the baby before she carried him out of the hut. Imani loosens her grip on my hand as she leans back on the bad, exhausted. I shift uneasily, but pause when she speaks.

Turning to her, I ask, "Is there anything you need, Imani?"

She glances over at me, a tired smile spread across her lips as her hands reaches up and strokes my right cheek. "No, Kamaria, mtoto. You do enough you hear. I thought your mother foolish for using you, but…" she takes a deep breath as her eyes turn back to the ceiling, "no better than you to be here."

Her English may be broken, but it means the world that she tries. My eyes close in gratitude and honor as her words roll over in my mind. Ever since I had been a born, she had been like a second mother to me here in village. I smile down at her and start to say something when mother enters the hut again. This time, the baby is wrapped in a dull red blanket, set aside for only the new born children. Carefully, I move away and let mother and son meet for the first time. Imani smiles down at her son and caresses the child's face tenderly. Mother looks over at me and nods in approval before she smiles at me. I return the gesture as our blue eyes lock for a moment.

After a moment, mother asks, "have you come up with a name, Imani?"

The new mother looks over at my mother and nods, but speaks in Swahili. I listen and smile as I begin to understand. English is my first language from mother and father from a place called America, but like all children I learn the native tongue, though I'm slower. Imani looks down at her son and speaks again in Swahili to mother. "Eeh, Caree, jina lake, Abdalla."

Mother smiles and nods as she glances back over at me. I smile and glance down at the baby. His large brown eyes stare up at me with a tiny smile before beginning to cry. Imani looks over at mother, worried and begins to panic as she shifts her son's weight in her arms. Quickly, I back away as mother rushes over to help.

Without looking at me, mother says, "Kamaria, go play with the other children please."

I pause, unwilling to leave the new family, but mother only repeats the commend. Taking a deep breath, I start to leave, but mother calls out my name. I turn as she tosses something to me. I catch it and see a silver chain with a small silver heart in the middle of it. My mouth opens in amazement as I glance over at mother, but she doesn't say anything, her attention on Imani and little Abdalla. Without a word, I leave the hut. The sun has sunken behead the large trees that stretch out to the west. Footsteps run toward me as younger children race through the village, playing a game of tag. One of the older ones calls over to me to come join as I slip the necklace into my pocket and chase after them.

Later that night, I stare up at the ceiling, playing the days' events over and over in my mind. It doesn't seem possible for a twelve year old to have just helped in my own small way to deviler a baby, little Abdalla. Mother comes in and sits down beside the bed.

"You were great today, Kim," she says, caressing my cheek.

I shift uneasily and pull out the necklace from my skirt pocket. Dangling it in front oe me, I look over toward mother. "Why did you give me this?" I ask softly.

Mother smiles down at me. "It's for you, Kim, when you become an adult."

"I'm not a grown up yet, mother," I say.

She ruffles my hair and nods. "No you're not, but one day you will be and today you took a major step to becoming one."

"Really?"

She nods and puts the necklace back into my skirt pocket. Her blue eyes stare down into mine as she begins to sing a lullaby from my childhood. I coddle against her as her warm voice lulls me to sleep.

I bolt upright as screams echo around me. My eyes squint around the darkness as I call out for mother, but one answers me. Shouts of terror fall outside my window of children and the other women. Panic races through my body as I jump out of bed, grab my clothes and run outside. Automatically, my eyes sting with tears as smoke bites against my face while my nose sniffs the air. Orange and yellow flames burn the wood of the homes of my friends and family even as people try to stop it. Arrows shout across the sky from all sides. The women try to pour water, but the fire spreads too quickly to control and more drop to the ground by an arrow. Blood and flames mix together as people try get away. Yet fire and arrows are faster then feet. My own feet are frozen to the ground as I search for mother. A branch overhead falls and catches my arm. I scream as collapse onto the ground. Pain shoots through my body as fire burns my skin along my arm and leg.

Mother calls out my name, but her words are far off and spoken in an unknown language as I watch the sight around me. Slowly, I stumble to my feet and try to find Imani and little Abdalla. Fire blazes around me as I duck and stumble around the village that's crumbling around me. Bodies of both grown up and children lay on the ground motionless, burnt alive, chocked to death, or have an arrow stuck out of their back. I shiver as my eyes squnit against the harsh light. My heart aches as I try not to breathe in the smoke. Wood falls around me as I try to call out for mother, Imani and her new born child. My body aches and I couch harshly as I wimp in pain from my arm and leg. Tears blur my vision as I stumble around, but I feel someone pushing me back toward the river. Swaying on my feet, I run and crash through the water until I reach the other side. My feet keep going, despite the pain, leaving the terrified screams behind me. One in front of the other and just one more step. I keep moving until the village is out of sight and darkness closes in around me.

I finally collapse in the desert just as the sun peeks over the horizon. My leg kills me and I wince as I try and move it across the ground. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and look around. Grasslands surround me and a new terror sets in. How can I find my way home? Home…last night's events roll over in my mind as my heart sinks into my stomach. Mother, Imani, Abdalla, and father…were they alive? Tears roll down my face as my throat becomes even rawer. No…it couldn't be true, it was just a bad dream, a baya ndoto. I shake my head and shudder as I look down. Bright red, blistering skin stares back at me. More tears roll down my face, but I pause; my body tense. Something moves in the large grass around me. I try my best not to move as my father had told me. To my right, the grass parts and my head snaps around to see a large lioness step out. A tan-strong built body shows its might strength as her eyes scan me body. I stare back at the large animal, my body frozen to the ground as my heart pounds against my chest even as the lioness makes no move toward me. For a moment, I dare a glance up at the clear sky as the pain of last night washes over me. Maybe I'll join my family after all.

I lower my eyes back onto the lioness and mouth a single word, "Tafadhali."

The female cocks her eyebrow at me for a moment, or maybe it's my imagination. After a few tense moment, the lion opens her mouth and speaks. "Fanya la hasha kuwa ogopa."

My mouth fell open as her words raced through my mind. Was I going mad? A lioness has told me, "do not be afraid."

I sway on my hands and collapse onto the ground as darkness surrounds me.

Definations: Mtoto = child Eeh = yes jina lake = his name

Tafadhali = please Fanya la hasha kuwa ogopa = do not be afraid

I know this barely had anything to do with lion king, but you need to know Kimaria's past before we can get to the story. Pleasse please, PLEASE review with as much detail as possible and please let me know if I should continue. please and thanks. Next chapter will get into the Lion king universe so hang in there and if you want to see more, click the review botten.