Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the first chapter of The King's Heir. A rewrite of Guardiansaint's The King's Daughter stories. Guardiansaint is not returning directly but she's helping out with this rewrite.
Without further ado, The King's Heir. Enjoy.
A painful roar echoed across the African plains as dawn approached. Animals lifted their heads in the direction the roar came from. In the heart of the golden bathed savannah stood a tall stoned fortresss. Famously known known as priderock, a home and castle for the royals and their pride.
"Come on, Bi you can do this."
Queen Sarabi was in the pride's nursery cave in the middle of labor with her cubhood friend who is heavily pregnant by her side.
"I can't."
Sarafina nuzzled her best friend and said. "Yes you can, because there's no such thing as can't."
Sarabi pushed and after what seemed like hours to the dark beige queen, a light beige cub slid out.
Sarafina quickly placed the cub at Sarabi's side.
"A girl and she's beautiful. What are you going to name her?" Sarafina said smiling with her light green eyes sparkingly brightly.
"Kiara, after Mufasa's aunt. She had the same the same light beige pelt and bright amber eyes."
Meanwhile on the stoned path to the cave, King Mufasa and his royal sherman and friend, Rafiki were making their way over to the dark beige queen and newborn princess.
Mufasa smiled once he saw the pair. Rafiki opened a fruit and wiped the jucies the princess' forehead. The baboon took dirt and sprinkled it on the cub, which made the princess sneeze. Mufasa and Sarabi smiled lovingly as they shared a proud nuzzle. Rafiki took Kiara to the peak of priderock and lifted the future queen up for all the animals to see.
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"Life's not fair! I should never be king, and you should never see light of another day" Scar, Mufasa's brother chuckled at small grey mouse.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?" asked Zazu, the king's majordomo disgusted.
"What do you want?" The rich brown lion asked, rolling his green eyes.
"I'm here to tell you that King Mufasa is on his way! So you better have a good explaination to why you weren't at the ceremony this morning."
The mouse escaped the rich brown lion's grip, and Scar grinned at the blue hornbill. "Now Zazu, you made me lose my lunch."
"You'll be losing more than that when the king gets a hold of you." Zazu scoffed.
"Oh, I quiver with fear." Scar said, eyeing the blue hornbill like lunch.
"Scar, don't look at me that way!" Zazu shouted as Scar engulfed the bird in his mouth.
"Scar!"
The rich brown prince turned and saw his brother at the cave's enterance.
"Drop him!"
Scar splits Zazu out and Zazu looked disgusted with Scar's saliva on him as the king approached.
"Well isn't it my big brother, coming from up on high to mingle with the commoners."
Mufasa ignored his brother's comment and got to the point of his visit."Scar, Sarabi and I didn't see at the presentation of Kiara."
"That was today." Scar put his claws on the stone wall, scraping them down as he said "I feel awful."
Zazu couldn't stand the noise and hid Mufasa's front legs as Scar looked at his black claws.
"Must've slipped my mind."
"Well as slippery as your mind is, as the king's brother you should of been first in line!" Zazu said as he flew over to the annoyed lion.
"I was first in line, till that hairball was born!"
"That hairball is my daughter and your Furture Queen!" Mufasa reminded his brother.
"I shall practice my curtsey." Scar walking away.
"Don't turned your back on me, Scar!" The golden king warned.
"Perhaps you shouldn't turn your back on me."
Mufasa roared as he bared his pearly whites at his brother."Is that a challenged?" The large king demanded.
"Temper, temper. I wouldn't dream of challening you."
"Pity, why not?" Zazu asked with his wings on his side.
"When it comes to brains, I've got the lion's share but when it comes to brute strenght," Scar started walking away, "I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the dream pool."
When Scar was gone, Zazu said "There's one in every family, two in mine actully," Zazu flew up on the king's golden shoulder. "And they always ruin special occasions."
Mufasa sighed and shook his head. "What am I doing to do with him?"
"He'll make a very handsome throw rug," Zazu said with a smile.
"Zazu." Mufasa chided with a playful smile of his own.
But the hornbill wasn't finished, "And just think, whenever he gets dirty you can take him out and beat him!"
Mufasa laughed, it echoced through the air as he made his way home to his mate and daughter.