AN: Okay, so I now declare myself officially addicted to writing fanfics… During my winter break I got this idea- until now, I have mostly been writing according to the canon of the LK movies. Well, this time I did a little experiment and TURNED THE FREAKING CANON INSIDE OUT using my nefarious mind.
So here's chapter 1, I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1 – Exiled
Don't worry, they said. It's no shame, they said… We still love you and wish you all the best on your way…
What a load of buffalo crap!
How can being kicked out of your own pride be no frickin shame? I'm telling you, every time I think about it I get seriously pissed. I don't care if it's tradition! How can they think that I would be just a useless burden? Wasn't I born there? And nobody ever complained! Besides, I'm already old enough to hunt! I could be helpful! Gah, I just have to put it out of my mind or it's going to give me a headache…
They were all like- 'go find yourself a pride as soon as possible'. Well, I couldn't argue with that. After a week I was totally fed up with unsuccessful hunts and having to feed on stinking carrion. But where could I go? Of course, everybody recommended the Pridelands.
Yeah, the famous Pridelands, the so-called 'lion paradise'… You wouldn't believe how many rumors I had heard about that place. But was anybody from my pride ever there? No. All we knew was rumors brought by other animals. You know the story- it's a lion kingdom, a classical monarchy. Many years ago, at least according to gossip, the king was murdered by his evil brother, that afterwards took the throne, introducing hyenas to live together with his pridemembers. This tyrant was later overthrown by the son and heir of the previous king, and his hyena army is said to have betrayed him and eaten him alive. The new monarch ruled peacefully and even had a cub, until a pride of lionesses, loyal to the overthrown dictator, who had been previously exiled, started a war against him… Blah blah, I don't know if this sounds more like Shakespeare or some kind of medieval soap-opera. But why am I telling you this? You probably know those legends better than I do! Well, at least the official version of the events… And that is not exactly what really happened. Actually, that story is far from the truth. I found out about this when I went to the Pridelands myself, hoping that it's present king, who was said to be peaceful and just, would accept me into his pride. And you have no idea how shocked I was when I finally got there!
Oh, and by the way. The name's Fisi. It's a swahili name that means 'hyena'. I guess it perfectly shows what kind of respect did my former pridemembers have for me… You ever wonder why do lions give each other swahili names, even though they don't speak it? Go on and figure that out if you can, I failed on that myself. But that's not what I was going to talk about! Anyway, here's the story of what I've experienced in the Pridelands, and I assure you that it's going to be significantly different from what you've been told.