The First King of the Pride Lands
A/N: Hello, everyone! Cylocrux here, with an interesting tale – the story of the beginning of the Pridelands! I would like to note that this story was inspired by not just The Lion King, but also "A False Ancestor", an originally German comic that I got some ideas from. This story does not claim the ideas for its own, rather retelling them.
While some of the events may have been previously told in the comic, the first king's name and behavior is entirely my own OC, as are all of the other characters.
"A False Ancestor" is owned by... well, I don't actually know, but if you don't know who the "Lion King" belongs to, we have a problem! (Hint: It's Disney!)
Prologue: Rocks And Kingdoms
"Whoa..." The wandering lion gasped.
The vast savannah shone in the bright sunlight of the morn, the dew on the elephant grass twinkling amongst a sea of green. The leaves of assorted umbrella trees rustled softly in the breeze, the only sound other than the merry chirping of birds.
But surprisingly enough, the lion wasn't paying attention to any of that.
"Sire!" An old warthog trotted up behind him, wheezing slightly. It was no wonder – he had been laden with two carcass-worth sets bones, each carefully constructed in a manner that resembled yokes, and carrying extra 'provisions' for the growing lion. "About time ya stopped, I was afraid my back was gonna give out!" He glared at the lion reproachfully, but he didn't get a response. "Wha's that yer lookin' at?"
"Our new kingdom, Morris!" The lion said excitedly. Morris squinted in the direction he indicated with his paw.
"Lad, ya know my eyes aren't as good as they used to be-" he began.
"It's a rock!" the lion interrupted him, excitedly.
"A... rock?" Morris looked back at his companion, completely bewildered. "Did you say... a rock?"
"Yes, Morris, a rock!" The big cat exclaimed, as if it was the most incredible thing in the world. "A magnificent rock, truly a monument worthy of a king!" He gestured to Morris in a commanding fashion. "Come! Let us reacquaint ourselves with our new kingdom!"
And with that, he bounded off into the grass, leaving the elderly warthog still standing on the dusty path on which they had come, still feeling very confused.
"A rock," he repeated disbelievingly, "Poor lad's lost his marbles, he has... Knew it would happen eventually, being on the road for so long, but still..." He sighed, and began to follow his companion's self-made path through the grass.
Unbeknownst to the two adventurers who had just entered what the lion had now affectionately referred to as the "land of the rock", their arrival was to begin a series of events in this particular section of the savannah - events that would change the place forever.
Eh, I know what you're probably thinking, it's really short, but I do hope you'll drop a review?