The Lion King
Ghost of the past
Chapter 3: A new circle of life
Days and months passed slowly. The little Simba isn't so little now; he has fur on his head and a bit more down his neck and on his torso. He's becoming a bit bad too. He's still the same, thought, playful and all but don't let it see. He hates Nuka, because he acts like a king and they fight a lot. Zira began to dislike him, not so long after Scar's death, blaming him for this, arguing with the whole pride too. Nala was a bit less sad, trying to cheer everyone up, and calming them. Nuka was Simba's self-claimed rival. Simba was arguing with Zira and sometimes, she fought him. He didn't fight back but pinned her to the ground, waiting for her to stop, despite his urge to fight back. Nala was arguing with her too, protecting her family. They fight too, biting, kicking, slapping. Scar's mate got hurt at an ear.
After the king talked to Zira, she calmed down but was still angry inside. A night, the pride heard a muffled scream. They were frightened and went to find where that noise came from. Then they found Mufasa, on the ground, hardly breathing, eyes half closed, sweating a lot. He was very ill. He died that very night. He wasn't much old then. Sarabie was depressed and always isolated. She died a month after him, from sadness. Simba became the king and Nala the queen. Now, Zira is more evil than ever. Nala went to the water source and heard Zira hissed.
-What do you want? Tell it instead of hiding!
-I have nothing to hide but you do!
They growled, now surrounded by the pride.
-Say it that Mufasa killed him! He killed Scar!
-He killed no one, he got trapped because of him and he could have killed his nephew and his own brother!
-It doesn't matter because Scar's the rightful king!
-How can you say that? You took him away from us! He was my father! All these things because you were hoping to be queen!
-You won't be worth him! At least, like we do!
-I'll make you eat those words, queeny!
-Dare to do so, princess!
They growled louder, getting close to each other. They raised their paw, ready to attack. Then, a golden lion roared, everyone backed away, frightened, looking at him. Simba walked towards Zira, in front of Nala, to protect her. He glanced around him and the pride backed away once more, to leave them a place.
-What were you doing? No fights here.
-She started here, saying Mufasa killed Scar!
-And she said I loved him because I wanted to be queen! How does she dare? Punish her!
-You did so, Zira?
-Yes, he killed him! Plus, Scar was the rightful king! Nuka should be king!
That very sentence made Simba growled even louder than them. He watched her, furious. He walked towards her, with fiery red eyes that pierced her soul. But she didn't move or even shake.
-My father was the chosen, so I am the king not that shrimp!
-How dare you call him a shrimp! You'll eat those words! You will never be worth Mufasa like Nuka worth Scar!
-Enough!
Simba roared again, dashing forwards, to make Zira fall on her back. She struggled to get up, fighting him up. He bit her, as she smashed him in his ribs. He backed downwards, letting her get back on her legs. She jumped towards him, biting down his neck, pushing him on his back. He made her fall upwards by pushing her with his back legs. He take that advantage to jump very fast on her and ripping her body. He thrashed her head and caught her shoulder in his powerful jaws. Intense waves of pain shot through her whole body as his teeth tore through her flesh followed by the sickening sound of bones and tendons snapping. She cried out in pain as she tightened her hold on his paw. The whole pride watched them in shock and horror. Some lionesses yelped, gasped and even covered their eyes. When the king's powerful jaws released her, she fell to the ground. Zira fought desperately to stand as Simba reared up to attack again, but his leg in agony refused to respond. Her bite was deep. The golden lion let his crushing weight slam down on her and began pummeling her with his huge paws. She felt bones break and the taste of blood formed in her mouth. The king's weight lifted for a second and a sudden blow to the head send her sprawling across the small clearing. Again she tried to stand; she felt compelled to speak but couldn't remember what she wanted to say. Her vision seemed to blur, and there was a deafening ringing in her ears. She could barely focus on her foe in front of her, its image fading. She saw the king leave the ground; leaping for her and the lionesses behind him didn't move, too shocked to speak or even move, and then he stand in front of her, with pride and hate. He raised his paw high and smashed her, she fell back, her head banged hard on the ground, as she closed her eyes in pure pain. He chuckled a bit, leaving her behind. He tore away a part of her ear. She opened her eyes again, in anger, growling furiously at him.
-Oh, by the way, you're banished for high treason.
-You…!
She tried to get up, being hold by Nuka, who was too frightened to do something against the king. He was too coward. She didn't yell at him, she was too weak. Later that day, in the night, they went away, leaving the ancient pride behind. The new one, leaded by Zira, was beside her. She still had bruises and deep cut and can barely walk. They settled in a desolated area, far away from the pridelands where they found another lion, Rovias, who let them stay. Zira and he were quite often together, and he was caring. His coat was slight brown with a brown mane, like Mufasa but a bit darker. Later again, one or two months after, when Simba was fully adult, he had a cub with Nala, a cute little boy named Kopa. Later again, when Kopa was a kid, Simba and Nala had another cub named Kiara. On the other side, far away from this place, Vitani and Kovu were born, just few days before Kiara. A new circle of life began.