A/N: A very short drabble about the Fairy King, just to prepare for my next drabble for this fandom. Hope you enjoy. :)
The kind Fairy King absent-mindedly adjusted his yellow hat and red robes, as he let out a long, deep sigh. He was incredibly worried, mostly about Toan's condition. That fact was more than evident now that his frowning made even the tiniest wrinkles on his forehead visible. Simba had all reason to be, though, what with the way things were going lately...
Of course, he tried to help the kind boy as much as he could, but he didn't know him all too well to be sure of his journey's outcome. Even if his feeling told him he would be alright, how could the old man be sure about that? What if he couldn't find all the Atla? To add insult to injury, the man had witnessed a little too many occasions in which the brave young man barely made it out alive, out of the clutches of yet another (dare he say dangerously powerful) enemy.
"No, I should not be thinking like that," Simba muttered, stroking his grey beard and shaking his head at his negative thoughts.
Toan had proved to be brave and kind various times already and those traits were everything it took to become a great hero. Not only that, but Toan himself didn't even realize the power he had in him. Didn't that say enough? Shouldn't he have more trust in him?
Still, the wariness was there, lurking deep in his heart. However, the Fairy King would do everything he could think of to make sure that this hazardous highway the brunet teen was at would bring him to his success. It was his silent vow. After all, he was their only choice. There were no second chances; everyone's fate was in Toan's hands now, and indirectly, in his hands as well...