Dusk fell over the giant mountains. Stars began to show in the sky, and clouds formed around the moon. Silence had fallen over the land, and only the joyous laughter of hyenas, and the chirping sounds of the birds could be heard. It was night.
But then, the silence broke. A sudden howl was heard in the ears of a lion king. He was tall, with a brown pelt, and red eyes. He had a long, dark brown mane with tips that were covered in white. But then, the king faced his glaze towards the Seio Mountains, the place which he seemed to hear the yell from. With a single grunt, the king raced towards the yelp.
The king's speed picked up as he raced towards the mountains. In quick jumps, he climbed over the rocky paths, and up to the top of the range.
"That's weird." He thought, "I could have sworn that I had heard something."
Suddenly, another yelp was heard in the king's ears. This one sounded urgent to him, and as soon as it ended, he raced off again, this time even farther up the hills. Finally, he arrived at a peaceful clearing.
"Oh, Prince Lezulu!" A voice shouted from one of the bushes, "Over here!"
The king didn't waste any time. He smelled the lion and tracted its scent down. He arrived at the bush to the left of him. He looked in there, but saw no lion. Did it move? Or was he really off track?
"Hahaha, you fell for my trick again, king!" Shouted a red coated lioness, who revealed herself from behind the king.
"Mabya, what are you doing here?" The king asked.
"I am coming to get what I deserve." Mabya's claws grasped the ground, "Remeber, tonight was supposed to be our wedding."
The king growled deeply, and with a flick of his tail, he turned to face the lioness.
"I will never, ever marry you, Mabya. You are just sick to me. My father made a horrible choice bethroeing us. Himaria will always be my love, not you." Lezulu growled, his eyes glaring furiously.
"Hmm, well then," Mbaya growled, "Perhaps a trade could be in the works."
Lezulu faced the lioness, his teeth bared, then said, "You are not trading lions with me, Mbaya. Your kind are not welcome here."
"Ah," Mbaya sighed, "But I already have my pick."
Suddenly, the lioness went back into the bushes. Lezulu sighed impatiently. Then, the lioness returned, this time with a young cub in her grasp.
"Mosi? What are you doing with my oldest son?" Lezulu growled.
"I'm here to make a offer, not cause a war," The lioness said sarcasticly, "Anyway, I'll leave your pride alone for the rest of my life if you give me, well, whatever his name is."
"No!" The king shouted, "You'll never, ever get my son!"
"Well then," The lioness growled, sinking her claws into the neck of the cub, "Then I'll kill him, and your other son will be next."
"Wait!" Lezulu demanded, "You-you can have him."
"Wonderful!" Mbaya shouted with fake glee, "We'll just be going now. Thanks for the buisness, ta ta!"
Lezulu sighed. He knew it was wrong for a king to cry, even for the remberance of a loved one. But he had to cry, for he had just gave away his only son. His heir. His future.
However, if he didn't what would have happened to his pride? Would it been slained by Mbaya's lionesses?