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Uru roared, a sound of pure, raw agony. She writhed on the dirty rock floor, her fangs bared, and her breath rasping in her throat. Ahadi, King of the Pridelands, took a cautious step towards his wife. She bared her teeth at him viciously, her eyes rolling in her head, so all he could see was milky whiteness. He reared back, and stood watching from a distance. He saw the lioness he loved twisting and turning, her beautiful fur matted and filthy, shining with sweat. He saw the pain she was going through. And he saw his son come into the world.
A tiny, bloodied ball of damp fur, sticking up in spikes all over his body. Uru wearily reached out a paw and drew the cub closer in to her, her front leg curled protectively around him, as she lay on her side. She was still panting heavily, and her eyes were flickering all around the room, too fast to be normal.
Ahadi frowned, his brow creasing slightly, then sprang forwards as she arched her back suddenly and roared, loader than before, loader than any lion he had ever heard.
"URU!" he roared, despair lacing his voice. He knew what was happening. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He could see his own legs, pounding the cave floor as he raced towards her, small puffs of dust rising up as each paw slammed into the ground. He could see Uru rising up into the air, then falling, thudding to the ground with a final sort of 'whumph'. He saw the light fading from her eyes, her sides stilling, the breaths from her jaws slowing to a halt.
Ahadi stood beside his wife, staring down at her. No. Uru. No. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't real, this was a dream. He spun around in a frenzy, his mind jumbled, unsure of what to do.
The sound of a cub crying.
The other lionesses outside, waiting for Uru to emerge, exhausted but triumphant, with a newborn cub in her mouth.
His brother, Raku, stalking in through the entrance, a confident smirk defining his pointed sneering face.
"Raku?" Ahadi's voice dripped with helplessness. He was all alone.
"Brother." Raku's voice was cold and unfeeling. "Are you alright?"
Ahadi bowed his head, shoulders slackened with despair.
"Uru," he moaned, then his voice cracked, and he slumped to the ground in defeat.
Raku's face swam into view above his own, a tiny cub in between his teeth. The trap opened, and the cub squeaked as it fell to the floor in front of his father's face. He shook his head slightly, and raised his face to his fathers. They were almost nose to nose. Ahadi blinked. The cub's face was almost identical to his mothers, but he had his father's jaw, and his own eyes, a pool of reddish-brown, so deep you could look into them forever and not reach the bottom.
"You are to be the new king, my son." The cub blinked at him. "You will be king of the Pridelands when I am no longer here. You will rule over these lands in my place. I name you Mufasa. Appropriately, it means king."
Raku had stepped back during this little speech, and was watching the interaction between the king and his new son. The ghost of a snarl flickered across his face, as jealousy bubbled up inside of him. He deserved to be king.