The Lion King War Hero
AN: my first story, The inspiration for this comes from the scene where Kovu and Kiara are running towards the battle and Kovu stops for a second and looks tiredly at the sight of the battle. Not angry; just tired, as if he's seen combat and death before. So that's what I've given him, a history as a soldier. PS if anyone is wondering the Askari are credited to Kovukono, who by the way is a brilliant author and would be even better if he wasn't so fucking depressing all the time. I may turn this into a multi chapter if reviews are good.
I could be so many things right now. A soldier in a war I didn't want to fight, the king of a land I never wanted to rule. I could still be there you know, surrounded by all the blood and fire and the screams; oh I'll never forget the screams. But I left it; I left it all behind that day; in a field so soaked with blood that it felt like you were standing in a riverbed; so filled with pain and hatred that you couldn't help but be caught up in it, couldn't help but feel it. The burning flames that melted flesh and scorched bones; yes, I could be many things right now. Most likely I'd be dead, but who would care? Well she would, maybe her mother, my sister. But who else, who else would really care? My mother is dead and my father pissed off just after I was born. My mother never even cared about me anyway, for her it was all about vengeance. Vengeance for someone I never even met yet was expected to care about, expected to worship. So I ended up being trained to kill before I could talk. I never had a choice and I guess in a way neither did she.
But you already know all this don't you?
I suppose I should begin at the start shouldn't I? Well, it all started with the training, the utterly fucking brutal training; fighting and hunting and killing. But the problem is she couldn't teach me everything I needed to know. But there was a group that could; the Askari, who are they you ask? They're rouges, mercenaries, and I don't mean the Skari, the independent mercs. I mean the best of the worst, the most brutal efficient killing machines known to lions or any other species alive. So when I'm one and a half years old my mum sends me off to the Askari. Well I thought that mum was a bitch but those bastard instructors they had certainly took the prize. I learned how to kill lions, hyenas, leopards, fucking hippos, you name it. I learned basic healing. I learned tactics. I learned How to extract information from any animal, in other words how to torture someone, and how to resist it in turn. The last one was one of the worst parts of basic, and yes the whole of that was just basic.
Advanced was actual deployment on missions or 'jobs'. Before you ask yes I did kill other lions, as for how many, we weren't supposed to keep a count but we all secretly did at first. I… I got to fifty males before I stopped. As for females I got to hundred thirty, hundred forty even maybe? But what doesn't go away is the cubs. I-I… I never meant to kill them. I just… I got ordered to, and that's it. Two kills, and that's it.
I was just following orders...