Case 1-3: Welcome to the Pride Lands Mr. West.

Frank felt something bite the back of his jacket and pull him back off his feet. He then found himself being tossed to the side like a piece of trash as he hit the ground on his side before rolling a bit.

"Who are you!"

Frank pushed himself up from the ground to see…the lion was now just a few steps away and had its teeth clenched. Frank knew it wasn't going to end well but something crept to his mind…the lion had….

"Who are you?"

"Frank…Frank West…" Frank replied not really believing it.

"What is your business intruding on the Pride lands?" The lion asked with its still fierce tone.

"Look listen…if things had gone as planed I wouldn't of ended up here in the first place," Frank explained.

"Whatever the reason may be.." The lion replied, "I want you out of the Pride Lands…now."

"sure Mufasa…send the meat out for us," someone said from behind Frank, "it's the least you could do since we have no real food…"

Frank turned to see a hyena standing nearby who had its teeth clenched like it was about to eat.

"The same goes for you and the rest of the hyenas," The lion, apparently known as Mufasa, said to the hyena.

Frank could feel his brain racing as the two animals kept...talking to each other, he had the thought to slowly get away but the lion had its attention divided equally on both him and the hyena…or so he thought.

"GET EM'!"

Mufasa was caught off guard as he turned to see pack of hyenas lunging right at him. He had these kind of encounters with the hyenas before and usually they were just flies half the time. He felt the hyenas start to try and bite him as they clung to him like tar. He started clawing and tossing himself to get each one off him. It would have been over in a second but Mufasa felt…a well-placed bite on him or not so well in his case. He immediately went to get the hyena that had made the bite but he felt another placed bite on him. Mufasa gritted his teeth as he pushed his strength to get the two hyenas off but then came another bite on him. He clawed and let out a loud roar. He clawed and swung his entire body trying to get the hyenas on his back off. He could feel the wounds from the bites and the hyenas having a feeding frenzy.

"GET OFF HIM!"

Mufasa could hear the voice above the biting and gnawing of the hyenas before he heard a "whack" and a hyena was ripped off him as he kept his clawing to get the rest off but he felt more bites on him as it brought him down. He pushed himself up but in the time he was back up on his paws a series of bites on him as he felt another hyena be ripped from him. Mufasa went down but he felt no more hyena bites…only the sounds of fighting nearby as he slipped into darkness.

He slowly saw light filling his eyes as he opened them. He could feel his wounds being touched in a soothing motion. His vision was blurry and afterimaged…

"come on..bud..uhh just wake up…"

Mufasa recognized the voice as his vision became clearer…

"YOU!"

Mufasa jumped up to his feet as the thing backed off while using a paw as a sort of defense.

"Mufasa!"

Mufasa stopped in his tracks as he recognized Sarabi's voice.

"He saved you from the hyena ambush," Sarabi assured him, "You owe him a judgment for that act."

"I must agree Sire. In this kingdom's tradition it calls for all dues be paid," He heard Zazu add.

Mufasa comptinplated his decision knowing well the kingdom had did have a history of pay dues to anyone whom did an act of courage or bravery for a royal member but…this creature…it..

"I will pass judgment with my father's witness," Mufasa announced, "Until then this…creature can roam but I'm keeping an eye out."

"This creature told you his name already," The creature said in response to Mufasa, "My name is Frank…Frank West"

Mufasa didn't respond to Frank's statement but walked off even with his wounds as Sarabi followed while carrying Simba. When they were alone Sarabi put Simba down on the rock way they were now on.

"Mufasa you must not dwell on this," Sarabi told him, "You have bigger things to worry about."

Mufasa saw her gesture to Simba as she said this. Mufasa knew this was right but something wasn't feeling right. Scar's absent, the intruder, and the hyenas…

"Pass your judgment and if it bothers you so much," Sarabi explained, "Try to get to know him."

Mufasa picked up Simba by the scuff and decided he would take his lioness's advice but at a later time.

Frank was trying to gasp everything even though it was pretty much cement and it would be like taking a fist to the cement to disprove what he had been experiencing. He was at a small pond of sorts near a field of tall grass. He had been told he could freely walk the lands...he had heard the name for it…pride lands was it? It wasn't a big matter to him. As he scooped up water to drink he kept looking around expecting to see some animal giving him a look.

"Frank West everybody. Went from stories of the dead to stories of talking animals fit enough the National Inquirer," Frank said sarcastically to himself, "What in the world have I gotten into?"

Frank gulped down the water in his hand before wiping his hand dry on his jacket. Frank then felt a nudge on his leg. He looked to see a little lion cub pushing its head into his leg.

"Well at least not everything's going to go against me," Frank said to himself.

"I remember when I was young like that," A voice said from behind, "The only thing I had was innocence. I can safety say you were like that too."

Frank turned to see the lion, who was called Mufasa, standing there. Frank could feel his mind drifting off to the memories of his youth but he torn himself from it.

"Yeah…but it's not really important," Frank replied still feeling weird talking to a lion.

"…sometimes the best lessons in life can be learned," Mufasa said while looking towards the horizon, "from our past."

"well anyway…when do you plan to pass that judgment of yours," Frank asked while standing up.

"I have to give it long thought along side my father's law. So you'll have to be patient," Mufasa explained.

"I will…as long as you tell me where I am," Frank replied.

Frank saw the lion close its eyes before letting out a sigh.

"You are in the Pride lands," Mufasa explained, "A stretch of Africa…"

Once Frank heard the second name his suspicions were true. He raised his hands above his head before letting them fall to his side.

"I knew it…I knew it…I…grrrrr," Frank said while he did this, "*sigh*that was my first guess."

Frank wiped the forming sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He was stuck and he knew it well. There was no guy in a helicopter coming to save him in three days…nothing…

"Ohhh Mufasa why is that you must pass judgment under father's law all the time?" A voice asked from out of nowhere.

Frank turned to see…that orange black maned lion from earlier. This time Frank noticed something… a scar on his left eye. It was seemed to be an old scar but it also begged the question when and what happened to cause the…

"Scar…" Mufasa said with a tone with barely any anger, "I held a promise to keep this kingdoms tradition with the passing times as long as I could. Simba will do the same when it becomes his time."

"Broother surely you can make an exception," The lion, known as Scar, replied getting a cross between a sly and serious tone and face, "You..barely know what this creature is. You..caught this creature in the Pride Lands whom had ruined your son's presentation."

"That was before he committed an act of heroism," Mufasa countered as he kept Simba close, "And with that I must pass judgment."

"And I have a name," Frank interjected, "Frank West."

"fine..and what..Use would this creature be for the kingdom Mufasa?" Scar asked, "Maybe you could wait till your son is older and fed this creature to him."

"ENOUGH!" Mufasa shouted over his brother.

Frank watched as Scar start to walk away before turning his head at him and Mufasa.

"You must really watch that temper brother," Scar said with a disappointed look on his face, "Trusting this thing…when you just met it."

"I said enough Scar," Mufasa replied, "If anything involves my son…I have to take it personally. Temper or no temper."

Frank watched Scar finally take off to who knows where. Frank turned his camera on and got a quick picture of Scar.

"Don't worry about him," Mufasa assured, "It's a pain but I'm always there to keep my brother in line."

"So much for brotherly love," Frank said as he turned off his camera.

Frank saw Mufasa pick up Simba but the scuf and carry him off. Frank followed behind while he rubbed he back of his neck to wipe the sweat away. Frank let out a sigh as he looked back to where Scar had walked off getting a small hint of déjà-vu…