It had been nearly 300 years since Kronos's bloody ascension and the violent civil war that had purged all of Simba's remaining supporters.
At least it had appeared that they had purged them.
Jaza III, the King of the Pridelands, great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandson of Kronos, looked at his reports.
"WHAT!" he roared.
"My lord" said the small boar now cowering.
"One Hundred of your Hyena Scouts were found crucified on tree branches in the Jungle"
Jaza screamed and leapt of his throne his massive claws digging into the boar's spine and then ripping it out.
As he began to devour the boar, he glanced at the report the boar carried.
"They called themselves the Soldiers of Clifford..." at this Jaza began to laugh uncontrollably.
Everyone knew Clifford was a dumb old lioness's tale.
Right?...
To be Continued