Our story begins in best kingdom on earth, The Tree Kingdom:
A lion walked onto Tree Kingdom soil as he carried a fluff ball in his mouth. He climbed a rock that looked kinda like Pride Rock except bigger. A sudden thud of footsteps forced the lion to drop the ball and descend off and away from the rock palace. A giant lion named Mungu walked outside to see what was casting a shadow into his giant den. He arched his eyebrow as he saw the fluffy ball. The ball unrolled itself. It was a lion cub. A small one, too if I might add. So small that it still had spots on it's head and bottom. The king picked at the cub. The boy had big hands so he would be good at hunting. It's claws and teeth were sharp to the point. He had a strong body, too. The cub was perfect. It was muddy all over, though. Mungu and his wife, Urzuri, were longing for a child of their own. His best friend, Mufasa, had a newborn son and Mungu was first in line to see the cub's presentation yesturday. Mungu reckoned the cub was the same age of Mufasa's son, Simba. He bit softly into the cub's neck. It tastes like mud and fish. Mungu almost dropped the cub while he gagged. Rain began to fell and he got an idea. The king stood in the rain and the mud washed out of the cub's fur coat. The cub was clean.
"What's this?" Urzuri asked when her husband placed the cub in her sight.
"We absolutely HAVE to keep him, my love! We need a heir! This cub is perfect." He begged.
She bit her bottom lip and moved her eyes. Mungu could tell she was thinking.
"I don't know," she sighed. "What if someone is looking for him."
Mungu placed the cub in her arms. The cub licked her nose. She always wanted a cub of her own. Sarabi bragged about her son. Urzuri saw sadness in the cub's eyes.
"What will we name him?" She asked.
"Yes! I knew you'd come around." Mungu did a little victory dance.
"Ahem!" Urzuri pretended to cough. The king found his cool and sat down. They thought for atleast thirty-five minutes.
"Askari!" He shouted. This sudden excitement frightened his wife.
"What?" She cocked her right eyebrow.
"It means soldier. That's what we'll call him." He grinned thinking he was pretty clever. Urzuri laughed. The cub tried to stand but fell trying. She got up to help him. Her husband got in the way.
"NO! Let us see what Askari can do."
The cub wobbled on two paws. He failed and landed on his face.
"He's too small, Mungu!" Urzuri explained.
"Pfft! Never stopped me." Mungu bragged. His bangs were in his face has he walked up to Askari. He was really built because he started walking at a young age.
"Askari, come to me, my son." He ordered in a firm voice. The cub climbed on his four paws and trudged toward his adopted father. Mungu held Askari in his arms. Askari giggled and laughed. First time ever, actually.
"My little Askari." He purred lovingly.
