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Fan Fiction Based on: The Lion King, first movie

Title: The Lion King: Sanctuary

Total Chapters: 10 Written in Chapter parts

The Lion King & characters (c) Disney Character Dynar Kagen & Kade Kagen (c) glycermakhado

Fanfic (c) glycermakhado

The Lion King - Sanctuary

"For there is not a just man upon the earth, that doeth good, and sinneth not." -Eccles. 7:20

Chapter 1 ~ Away From Home

Sunset washed over the western horizon, changing the color of the sky from the normal watery blue to a orange, red and yellowish hue. Dusk had arrived. The sun halfway down, it appeared as if the sun was falling or disappearing into the Earth. The sky above also changed more, from the sunset hue to a dark night with stars also appearing and sparkling. It was as if some unknown force sprinkled glitering specks of light all over the night sky. And there was a bright full moon out.
Though in the sky, there was an unearthly loud noise like thunder. As a storm was forming, wind picking up to high blowing wind and creating dust devil storms and violent cyclones in various areas, a plane flew overhead. It was a troop and cargo transport, it was a sandy color C-130 Hercules with four engines, two on either wing and two fule tanks on either wing as well. Inside the pilot crew was busy controling the transport plane, in the cargo area was two senior officers and a lone person. He was a young man of an age of eighteen, wearing a tan and grey clothing with a aqua colored multi-pocket vest. He wore grey boots. A tan and green colored backpack worn upon his back with many sections of pockets of different sizes and a rolled up sleeping mat tied on top of the backpack. On the vest was a strap that split into which one went on his left shoulder that also had a water bottle onto it and the other went on his right shoulder that had a survival knife attached to it but was hung upside down. A utility belt was worn around his waist with a carry pouch on the front left side above his left hip. Worn on his pant thighs was a pouch with two sections, one above the other that had small survival items inside them and the other thigh was a holster that housed a pistol .45 automatic to semi-automatic handgun. Worn on top of his knees were knee guards. And he had a helmet worn on his head with eye protection goggles and a talking microphone on the front left side. His name was Dynar Kagen, he was Native-American born. His birthplace had been the Navaho Reservation, Arizona but he had moved to Hawks Nest in West Virginia for a new home and a cover job as a park ranger.
Dynar is serious... dead serious. A person can look at him and sometimes he's looking right through that person. It must be the Native American in him. The Navaojos call it 'the far-seeing look'. This was his exile from the United States for starting a rebelion group because he and the people he was with were dissatisfied and disgusted with how the way the government was heading, also causing distrust of politics.
The captured him at his home base at Hawks Nest but the authorities had tracked his area all over the Appalachian Mountain chain.
The young indian man now stood back near the open bay doors of the plane, with both high ranking soldiers barring his way from trying to take over the plane, the last thing they wanted was an international incident because of one person.
One of the soldiers were reading him his finale court order. "...President of the New Order Government has sentence you to death by deporting you from America to the country of Africa in its eastern area where the wild animals can do as they want with you." The soldier stopped reading, then stepped back.
The other soldier stepped up to Dynar and threw out a parachute pack then immediately pushed the young indian man out of the plane.
"Should we care about whether or not he'll be able to survive out here?" asked the other soldier who now closed the rear bay doors of the plane with a switch mechanizism.
"Not at all. Let the local wild big cats hunt him down and feast on his body. One less low-life human for us to worry about. I know for a fact that without someone else with him, he will not last long. He won't even survive the week. I estimate he'll be dead in five days."

Falling in a freefall through the sky was a nightmare he'd likely never forget, down towards what appeared to be a savannah type serengetti plains. He could spot what looked to be like a large rock formation of in the far distance, it was like a tiny ant hill from his point of view. Where he was falling down towards was what appeared to be a vast plain area. The local trees dotted all around, some in dence groups, others spread out from each other.
He was loosing time, so he put his arms at his sides and his legs together so he'd be less friction of air. He zoomed down in the direction of his parachute pack, at least he didn't have the worry about falling to his death. In mere moments, he reached the parachute pack and put it on him, all the while the was turning head over heels in the air.
With small effort he finally got the parachute pack on, pulled the main cord and the parachute came out from the pack and up over his head in a thoowp sound. He was fortunet to be right side up when he'd pulled the cord. Instantly, he was pulled up by the parachute's catch of wind and he begun to slow his descent. Then he was slowly drifting downward, he had the time to gaze around him. To the north-east was the direction of the strange rock formation, near that was a large tree, a water hole, then some short distance away was a canyon-like gorge.
Right after he was done, he only had the chance to glance down to shockingly see himself plung into a thorny type tree.
The parachute pack torn off from him, his body dropped through the branches of the acacia tree. Its thorns tearing into his skin in various places, ripping at his clothes.
He was thankful he had a medkit and a rolled up bundle of spare clothing. The last bottom branches came in sight, he reached out and spread out his limbs to catch onto the branches. His hands grasped a branch in each hand, his feet broke his fall by hitting against the lowest of the branches.
Dynar's torso was curved down but there was another branch that he hit across his mid-section between his ribs and stomach area. He let out a muffled cry of pain, yet he held on to the branches. At least the thorns were more out where the acacia trees' leaves. From his torso, his modified M-16 rifle fell from hanging around behind his neck to the ground below.
Blood oozed slowly from the thorn cut wounds on his body, he hung there in the acacia tree for a short while to recover from the fall and the impact of landing in the tree.
When he had recovered, Dynar smirked to himself and unhooked his feet from the branches they were hung onto and swung free to drop down to land on the ground a few inches from the rifle in a crouch stance.
For now, he had no time to field-dress his wounds but to immediately seek a place to build a shelter, then dress his wounds, gather fire wood, find a substantial source of drinkable water and get food by hunting and setting traps like snares and dead-falls. But he did have time to reach into his upper right chest pocket to get out a few steril banage packs to take each one out of their packaging and place each one on a gashing wound after pulling each embeded thorn out.
Satisfied for the temporary banaging of the bleeding wuonds, Dynar reached over to get his rifle and push himself up to stand. He stood up slowly, not wanting to risk his temporary banages falling off. Lifting the modified M-16 up and putting the strap over his head to rest on his right shoulder cause he was right handed and let the rifle rest down against the left side of his back. He looked for where the sun currently was, then found which way was west and east. When he got his bearings, he started walking off in a east by northeast direction. Dynar was determined to reach the large rock formation with of his will and spirit that he could muster.

The sun was at its mid-day position, the herbivores were out eatting grass and tree leaves -most of them- there was a few that were nocturnal which only came out during the night, small creatures like birds and meerkats ate bugs and insects. Others like rhino, hippo and elephant stayed grouped together in herds and almost never left their brood where they were located. The rhinos and elephants in dence brush and folige while the hippos in rivers and lakes.
Dynar trudged onward, passing through the tall grass as silently as possible. When he came to a lake, he'd simply go around it. When he came to a river -depending on its width and depth- he'd either swim across or wade across it. He didn't have the time to constuct a raft or make a canoe, yet he pushed himself on. On his travel to his intended destination or even near it, he'd see few cheetahs here and there, some in family groups and others in three to five coalition groups.
Often he'd get a glance at a leopard or a black leopard or two or two before they'd run off and vanish into the vegitation as if they were nothing more than ghosts or a few servals scattered in the area. But these he saw at this time could not help him, he was searching for bigger cats and ones that lived in more than three to five in a family or coalition. He was looking for the lions in this area and so far, he'd not seen nor heard them at all. Perhaps they had not seen his unfortunate descent in the sky.
The minutes passed by unnoticed, hours passing by but seemed like a week. He was hungry, so Dynar found fruit producing trees along the way and ate them, spitting out the seeds and keeping some for himself when the fruit had them. He didn't believe in depriving nature of anything, just collecting the fruits from every other tree but he's in a survival situation so he does what he knows how to do. His young years in Survival Training and learning about what to eat and what not to and how to live off the land coming into good use now.
His year older brother at age nineteen had chosen to live a life in a African Tribe before all of this had been done and happened, not only to learn their ways of living and how they survive but to also study the local wildlife. So he wasn't totally going back to nature, only going halfway since he last heard his brother was living in a wooden log cabin made of local trees. Bamboo, baobab, acacia, vine and other types of shelter making folige. Kade was a survival enthusiast as well as a lived by his Native American philosophy. Much unlike Dynar himself who only believed on physiology and irony mixed with hypothetical reasoning. When Dynar would find Kade again, at least with the two of them, they could have a double advantage at surviving better.
But unfortunately, the reunion between the brothers was not meant to be today, as daylight was going away and running short. Dynar had to find some place or area to use as shelter that boasted wood to use as fire also shelter if necessary, water source to drink and bathe, food to hunt and gather to eat and tools he could make from certain types of rocks as spears or a makeshift knife and axe.
On his northeast heading, Dynar came upon a fairly secluded area after having had been traversing through a dense forest where he'd found food, or what would satisfy him for the night. It was two mice of some type and a rabbit of some kind. The place had a big rock formation which was a Iselberg. Walking up closer to the rocky outcrop, he found a cave on the first flat small rock platform that was the width and length of a room in a house. He went into the cave, finding that the highest part he could stand up in. This is where he sat his backpack with gear in and his M-16 rifle down. First priority was to fix himself up with his personal first-aid kit. It was a medium sized one, filled with the basic contents to last a week outdoors. Slowly lowing to sit on the warm rock surface, he patched himself up more thorough than he had done back when he fell out of the tree.
That done, Dynar looked outside to see he had three hours left of daylight by the count of his hand from the sun to the far off horizon. So he decided to get some water in his water canteen, after that he made sure to be carefull of his wounds as he scrounged around for wild edibles. He was fortunate to find a porcupine that he killed with a spear he fashioned with a sharp spearhead made from a black obsidian. Carrying the hunting prize back to his temporary camp, he set about skining and gutting the porcupine animal and putting it on a skewer on two sticks above the fire.
Now he had shelter, fire, water and food. Tomorrow would come soon enough. Dynar still has a long walk ahead of him, to reach where his brother Kade was currently living. Well, at least it was last time he'd heard.
Night was quick to sneak on the land, so he ate what meat he could and drink as much water that he could before laying down on a makeshift bed of broad-shaped leaves with his backpack and rifle close by at hand, just in case some local person or wild animal decided to make him food.
He'd put up a fence of thorny acacia at the caverns' entrance, which was only a deterent to keep unwelcomed visitors out of the cave while he slept. Hopefully he'd have a restful and uneventful night.
Moonlight streamed into the cave entrance, it was enough that the dim light from the moon acted like a night light for him.
In case someone or something had managed to get through the thorny fence that he'd have some light at the cave's entrance to see who or what had gotten through his night defence so he'd make a judgement whether or not to defend himself from being attacked by another unknown human or attack an animal that might want his shelter and use him as food.
Slowly as the night wore on and stars appeared in the night sky, he fell asleep, even if he might be haunted by past memories or possible future events. He still needed sleep.

Continued with Chapter 2