Night of Misery-Chapter One: Of Anguish, Pain, and Sorrow
Lion-O sat on a boulder that overlooked a huge valley below him, cleaning the sharp blade of the Sword of Omens. He sighed as he scraped off the dirt and caked on mud that was yet left on it from the night before when they had ran into a few of the lizard army, thankful they had not seen Mumm-Ra. Yesterday would not have been a good day to come face to face with that ancient enemy, especially when he was still distraught about Pumyra's betrayal. He had learned to trust her and believe in her. But most of all, he loved her. It was as if she took a knife and stabbed him in the heart when she revealed that she was really a spy for Mumm-Ra, so she could get the last stone. Lion-O was confused and lost like a young Thunderian cub without his parents. She had done this to him, because she thought he left her and the other people of Thundera when the mighty kingdom fell in one day to slavery, torture and death. But he had not. The young lord hadn't meant to do so. He was still devastated himself from the major loss, as well from the death of his father Claudus. Lion-O growled at himself. He was so enraged at himself. This was all his fault! His fault Thundera fell in one day! His fault for his father's death, and the reason why Pumyra hated him so much and betrayed him. With all of this anger boiling inside the lion, he roared up to the heavens and smacked his fist on the hard rock. He kept pounding at the earth until he felt his bone crack, and his knuckles began to ooze a red liquid; blood. "Why? Why does it have to be me? Father, please... please tell me why this is all happening!" Lion-O screamed up to the sky, knowing his father was in the Astral World with his mother.
But all he got was the sound of rolling thunder in the distance, a telling of a storm bound to come in just a few short minutes. This only furthered the lion's anger. "IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT TO FUCKING SAY TO ME, FATHER?! NOTHING MORE?!" he continued to shout. Lion-O stood up, tossing the sword and claw shield aside in the dust at his feet. He stood on top of the great boulder he was formerly sitting on, and roared at the gathering storm clouds. The King of Thundera had gone completely insane with this. How could anyone expect a storm, or a dead father to answer back when the chances where merely impossible. This didn't seem to faze the Lord of the Thundercats. "COME ON NOW! TALK TO ME YOU BASTARD!" the crazed lion yelled, "OR ARE YOU AFRAID OF ME NOW?"
Lion-O watched as the clouds became darker, and rain began to pour. It soaked Lion-O all the way through his light armor he had on, his clothes under that, and his red hair, causing it to mat down on his strong head. He screamed into the raging storm clouds just as the rain picked up, battering him as hard as it could. The furious storm let him know that it wasn't too pleased to hear him speak the way he did but Lion-O didn't care. He couldn't anymore. If his people really thought he had betrayed them, then so be it. He wasn't fit to be king. Tygra was better suited to it anyway. He had a better personality, was smarter, more intelligent, and just much better at battle strategies than he would ever hope to be. Lighting danced across the skies, some wild flickers hitting aimless spots in the far distance. Lion-O continued to scream, but these screams were different now. His screams had turned into sad howls, crying. They were sad, lost and angry cries. He needed help, but was much too afraid to ask so. Panthro probably wouldn't be much of help. WilyKit and WilyKat wouldn't even know the first clue on helping him. Tygra would most likely smack him and tell him to "man up" and be the king he should be. But how, when everything seemed to be slipping away from him, inch by inch every day? It was impossible. Lion-O sank to his knees on the boulder, his shoulders heaving with his sobs. He felt so much pain, too much for him to handle. It was so much pressure. Was this how it felt to his father when he was alive and King of Thundera? How would he have gone about all of this if he was still around? Lion-O couldn't fathom this at all. His mind was too scattered to even think to get out of there, and seek shelter back in the Thundertank with the other Thundercats. He was too distressed to worry about his own safety, as Lord of the Thundercats. With another loud yell to the heavens above, he shut his eyes. And suddenly, he felt a great amount of heat and electricity shoot through his body. It felt like it entered through his chest, and came out his left thigh. Lion-O screamed in horrible pain, physical pain. He fell to the ground, next to the boulder. He tried reaching for the Sword, to signal the other Thundercats for help, but his eyesight began to fade quickly and he felt weak. Lion-O let his hand drop, as thunder rumbled on, ignoring his pleas for help. The rain kept pounding him, then all he heard was his name being shouted in the distance. He tried opening his blue eyes to see who it was, but darkness took over him, and he fell into unconsciousness.
My first ThunderCats fanfic, so don't judge if its horrible. This just randomly popped into my head and I had to write it down. A storm coming in gave me the inspiration to write this. I thought that after the last seen episode of the rebooted series, after Pumyra's betrayal, Lion-O would still be connected to his feelings for her. And her words stuck to him when she spoke of what happened after Thundera fell. I don't own the show or any of the characters. Reviews are much welcomed!