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Chapter seven: Retaliation!

We walked back to Pride Rock in respectful silence. The death of Amani had shaken Simba, and I could tell he was itching to get at Zira.

"Simba… You know that retaliation is exactly what Zira wants…" I started, trying to dissuade him from rushing blindly at Zira.

"I KNOW!" he roared at me, "But we can't just let them kill one of us and let it go unanswered!"

Not wanting to aggravate him further, I kept my mouth shut. I looked over at Kifo, seeing that he seemed detached from the world, head hung.

Probably in shock… I thought sympathetically. Being trained as a healer, I was accustomed to the horror that was death… Kifo on the other hand, well it was something he would have to get used to. That white lion… Who was he? Simba never told us about him… Whoever he was he was equally, or even more terrible than Zira.

Back at Pride Rock, we buried Amani, and spent a few minutes in respectful silence. Quiet weeping could be heard throughout the pride as we turned away from the grave. Kifo padded into the den, and I decided to leave him be. I walked over to Simba, who was now pacing around on top of Pride Rock, muttering to himself.

"Simba! See reason! You can't go out there, Zira will kill you." I said, pleading, "She may be a crazy bitch, but she's cunning, and if she sees you in the Outlands… Well it won't be pretty."

"But we need to do something to show Zira that she can't just walk into the Pridelands and kill whoever, or whatever she feels like!" he snarled.

"Well then…" I said with a sigh, "At least take some lionesses with you, you can't do it alone."

"Do you want me to put MORE of the pride at risk?" he shouted, "No! This is something I have to do. Myself!"

"You're going to get yourself killed! What good will leaving the pride without a leader do? That's what Zira wants!" I shouted back.

"Nala can lead without me… Zira has to die…" he murmured, walking away from Pride Rock.

"No." I heard a voice from behind me say. I turned around and saw Kifo looking down, his cold, hard gaze staring out at the Outlands.

"I'm going with you, Simba. Those bastards will die." He said coldly. I gave up.

"FINE! Both of you idiots can go and get yourselves killed. I don't care!" I yelled, turning back into the den, ignoring the peculiar looks all of the lionesses were giving me. I put my head down and closed my eyes…


Kifo walked next to Simba, and silently they both padded into the Outlands. As expected, Zira was waiting for them, with a number of white lions at her flanks. She laughed at the two in front of her.

"Well now… Who do we have here? Oh! Simba…" she said maliciously, "How nice of you to drop by, my friends and I have been waiting for you!"

"Drop the act, you bitch. You know why we're here." Kifo said, looking at Zira in hate.

"Ah, and Simba brought a friend! Well, the more the merrier!" she said with a snarl, "Attack!"

The white lions at her sides pounced in front of the two, grinning. Kifo and Simba pounced as one, roaring and slashing with all their fury. Two lions pinned Simba to the ground, but before they could tear his throat out, Kifo had torn them off, and eviscerated their midsections. They fell to the floor in a pool of blood, gurgling. Kifo roared as he received a gash to his right hind leg. Simba had received many cuts and bruises as well. As their situation declined further and further, Kifo made one last final effort to kill Zira. He jumped up, and landed next to Zira. She was so surprised that she didn't react until he had brutally snapped her front leg. She roared in pain as she saw her bone stick out from the wound.

"AHH!" she screamed, stopping the fight, "Leave these two! Help me you idiots!" She barked at the remaining white lions. They knocked Kifo to the ground and helped Zira limp away. Kifo helped an injured Simba up, and they observed the carnage. Five unrecognizable bodies lay still, their blood soaking into the ground and into their once pristine fur. They turned away and let the bodies rot, a reminder to any future trespassers that they were not welcome. They walked silently back to Pride Rock, blood soaking their fur. When they walked up the slope to the den, they were regarded with a sense of awe, but neither seemed to notice. They were extremely tired from their battle and so fell asleep the moment they closed their eyes.

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