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Echos of the Pridelands

Introduction

Two moons had passed since the death of Scar and the rise of King Simba as the rightful heir to Pridelands. The lands and it's inhabitants had begun to recover from the tyranny that had overshadowed them for the past four years. Much of the land had been consumed by the flames that had issued from the epic battle that had taken place upon Priderock. But, before growth there must first come fire, and as such lush green grass and healthily acacias had began to spring forth from the fertile ash, as if to make-up for years of surpressment.

However, those times had taken their toll on a far larger scale than the physical, many of the lionesses had suffered traumatic memories during those trying years. Many of the Pride grandmothers and cubs had sadly passed on to the stars during this time. And yet, who's bodies had not contributed to the grass as the rainy season would pass the Pridelands for almost all of Scar's rule, almost as if restrained by some cruel greater being. For as all of us know without the rain, there can not grow the grass, and without the grass can not graze the antelope, thus disrupting the great circle of life. Causing the horrors that would haunt some of them for many years to come and curse the name of Scar.

Unaware to them the truth and nobility of the ruler that had governed them through the most trying years any generation in the Pridelands had ever seen, made all the more difficult by an unsteady alliance to the hyenas. The truth unknown... but to two lone lioness, Zira and Sarafina. The truth disordered in one as it is to all who hold on to hate as a life preserver in a sea of denial.

But in the other... the truth is a relentless echo that refuses to leave, always coming back to torment her in some shape or form. She longs to let go of the truth, to let at least one hear the echos that haunt her being. Yet there are few who can hear and even fewer are those who would listen to these echos; These echos of the Pridelands.