Theme: Ghost
Summary: While reflecting back on Simba's words, Kovu finds himself the recipient of a visit from two kings of the past, who offer comfort for the new king.
"...When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass..."
The words of his father-in-law ran through his head, the same words that Simba's father had passed to him, so Simba had passed to Kovu. Simba's death had not been unexpected. It had been many years since the Outlanders and Pridelanders had joined as one. The King had gotten older, and his reign had been stressful. No one knew why, but he fell ill one day, and from there, it was all downhill.
On the morning before the King's passing, the two had set out before the sun rose, and Kovu had been shown what would be his kingdom. He had learned the rules of life, of nature, the Circle of Life, all from one of the best teachers he had ever known.
But, how would he be able to rule this kingdom? Surely it would be difficult. Even after so long, some of the animals were still in an uproar that the Outlanders had joined with Simba's pride, and were now a part of the Pridelands. And now a former outlander had been thrust upon them as their leader?
And now, the new King stood pacing along the peak of Pride Rock, his worried mate standing near the den, waiting for him to come lay beside her.
When she saw that he made no move to follow her, she approached him, nuzzling Kovu's shoulder with her milky muzzle.
He paused and licked her muzzle, staring into her sparkling green eyes. There was a connection between them like the pride had never seen before, and it was obvious when they looked at each other how in love they were.
In an unspoken agreement, Kiara turned and entered the den, her lover's eyes never leaving her form as she walked away, making sure she was safe.
It was hours before he found himself weary enough to retreat to the den, but as he turned his back on the kingdom strecthing before him, his attention was caught by the sky, which had begun to glow shades of midnight blue and orange, red and purple and fuschia. And amongst these colors stood a figure, no, two. Before him stood two lions, both similar in their build and stature. One, he recognized, the other he did not.
A wave of comfort swept over him, and suddenly Kovu knew everything was going to work out for the best, and has he made his way into the den, the two ghost kings nodded, and disappeared.
