AN: Hello Lion King Fans! I am back with another story! ;)In this story I will be writing it from Zira's point of view. I have looked her up on Lion King Wikipedia and found her original name. First of all let me explain it so that you may understand this story better. I have always felt bad for Zira. I didn't know why I did, I just did. She watched her mate die, and then was exiled for still being loyal to him. Then, she has a son and plans for him to overthrow Simba, the one that kicked her out. But as she lets go of the rock formation above the raging ravine, she is smiling. You aren't just born mean. It's something that starts over a long period of time. Much like Pit Bulls I guess. They are constantly being looked down on because of the things other Pits have done. But you have to remember that they were once adorable puppies. They weren't born a cold-blooded killer. And that's how I think of Zira. Something happened over the period of time that she was born and exiled by Simba. She wasn't born a cold blooded killer. She was made into it: provoked into it. And it's my duty to tell you how that happened.
Chapter 1: The first few months of my life
"Bianca!"
I turned my head towards my father. He sounded angry. Really angry. What imaginary thing did I do this time? Whenever Kuzimu found something out of place or wrong, it was somehow always my fault. And then he would hit me. Over and over and over again. Sometimes I wonder if he makes things up just so he can hit me.
"BIANCA!"
His roar was louder, more impatient, and definately furious. I gulped. I didn't do it! I don't know what it was, but I didn't do it! I quickly scampered over to him, cowering. "Y-yes father?"
Kuzimu snarled at me. "Why did you do it Bianca? Why can't you just be a normal cub like Naku?!"
I knew my face had that stupid look on it whenever he mentioned my half brother. That cub is so perfect! But the true thing is, he isn't perfect. Not in the least. I knew that whatever trouble it was that was making Kuzimu angry was because of him. And since he always acts soooo perfect, I get the blame! Life isn't fait! Life isn't fair at all!
"I-I didn't do it Father," I stammered, unwilling and scared to look him in the eye.
A huge dark tan paw hit me with claws unsheathed and I was sent flying backwards.
"Do NOT lie to me!" Kazimu growled before swiping me with his long claws again. I whimpered and tried to protect my head with my own paws, but it didn't help. I don't know why my father doesn't like me. I try to be a good cub, really I do!
"Kazimu! What are you doing to Bianca!"
I never thought that I would love my mother more than right then. I gasped for breath and felt blood trickle into my eyes.
"Hush, Shera! I am giving this stupid cub what she deserves!"
I wanted to cry. I wasn't stupid!
"NO! Don't you dare touch her again! Don't you dare-"
Kazimu smirked and gave me a blow to the head. I was half-unconscious by now. I couldn't see! The images were blurry and my head was spinning! Or was the world spinning?
Fortunately Kazimu underestimated the strength of my mother's love for me. Even though I couldn't see the fight, I knew that Kamuzu had not come unscraped. I imagine that my mother flew herself at him, swiping again and again at his throat unmercifully. Someday I want to have that courage. The last thing I felt was my mother's soft warm tongue lick me, then scoop me up in her strong jaws. I then become fully unconscious.
"Mom?" I whispered weakly. I was immediately rewarded by her loving tongue over my injuries.
"Shhhh," Shera said softly. "You have been unconscious for almost a full day."
But there was one thing I couldn't get out of my head. I tried to go back to sleep, but every time I drifted on the brink of Lala Land I heard that snapping accusing voice. "Mom?" I asked.
"Yes, Bianca, what is it?"
"Mom... I...I... I'm not, stupid am I?" I looked into my mother's beautiful face and found her warm green eyes sparking with love. "No Buanca, you're not stupid. Your the best cub in the world."
I hesitated but I knew I had to ask this question. "Then why did Father tell me I was the stupidest cub in the world?"
Shera's green gaze hardened angrily. I knew she tried really hard to answer me calmly, and I admire her greatly for that. "Why does Kazimu do anything, Buanca? Why does he hurt cubs other than his own? Why does he unmercifully murder those that dare step in his territory?"
I shrugged, and yelped in pain.
"Bianca donta move! You in very much pain!" Our baboon healer scolded me.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
I was just drifting off to sleep when that now hideous voice rang loudly in my ears. "No! I have made my decision Shera! You must leave this territory now or be killed!"
My eyes popped open. What? Leave? But where would we go?
Shera's voice was defiant. "No. This is my home as well."
Kazimu roared loudly. "Leave! Now! Or I will not have mercy on you or that pitiful cub of yours!"
My mother knew when she was beaten. She grabbed me by my scruff and walked proudly out of the den and into the unknown.
AN: How was it? I hope you guys liked it. Please review!
