Their roars shook the earth. They were heard from near and afar. Everywhere. The dead, barren land had sprung to life the second he released his mighty roar. Everyone, everything heard it. With the sound cracking through the night sky, every animal turned their head towards the Pride Rock. The world stood still. For once in a very long time it rained. It poured. The water quenched the land of its thirst it had been deprived of so many years ago. The life of the land had been restored. The cry of a king, a true king was heard around the world. And with that one roar, louder than any other, every animal, every living thing, knew. Everyone turned their heads as the roar grew louder in the broken sky. It could only mean one thing. One thing that made the grey clouds cry, that made the plants turn to look at the stars, and that made the once pride lions roar, louder than any have heard them. Loud enough to split the earth, and crack the sky. The time for devastation is over. No more suffering. No more. The lions knew, the animals knew, the Pride Lands knew.
The king has returned.