"Morning all. Here is Chapter 9. Thank the four of you for your consistent reviewing! It always makes things so much better easier for me. Horrifically long week and early morning tomorrow, so this should keep you all going. Another long chapter coming up!

But first, the responses:

(I am sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes.)

Sandydragon: The Jaguar's are more there to demonstrate the expanse and size of the Imperium. In the Original draft of this chapter, there was going to be a pair of bears, from Eastern Europe. No, Danyal's father wasn't Scar – though Nuka might be in the right age range, I guess. It wasn't Nuka, don't worry. Part of Danyal's character is the fact that his father was never there to help his mother. He isn't too impressed with father's who neglect their duty (nor am I for that matter) though he was very young at the time, and would be about middle aged now. If Danyal was to encounter his father at some point in this quest… well… it might make things complicated. Of course, it might be another red herring. He might not even be alive after all this time. He might be fighting for the Shai'tan, or fallen through a gateway to the opposite side of the world. Or dead. Or still a rouge after all this time, unaware of events in the Pridelands. Or maybe settled down with a second mate, and family, or conquered another minor pride. His mother knew Vitani, when they were both cubs, but they hadn't seen one another for ages. Or as I said, he might be dead. I won't be telling you who or what is important.

Emeraldreamer: Danyal's was a rough cubhood – but I think in a way, it influenced him to be who he is. I mean, he wouldn't be nearly as understanding otherwise would he? On the flip side, I think it has also made him harder. Remember who eager he was to fight early on? Hungry for glory and battle? It was a world away. There will be plenty of times that the hardness might save his life from now on - if it hasn't already.

Lord of Beef Dip: Ahh… Bugger. Did I get the sizes wrong? Can we just imagine It was a small wounded lion, and a large, powerful, fresh Jaguar? Coming up next is Kiava's Chapter, but for now, here is Vitani's Pride. :D I hope you enjoy it! :D

Author: Helio doesn't like Danyal, but there is a logical reason for this. And he isn't too impressed with how Sundar risks her life using powers she doesn't understand to speed his recovery, instead of letting him heal naturally of course. He has his reasons - but on the other hand, Sundar is really protective of Danyal, so you might be right there. Still, she has known Helio for years. I doubt they'd fall out, until he actually tells her what his issue is. What is his issue? AHAHAHAHA! Like I'd just give that away. All will be revealed. Eventually.

Cheers: Haradion"

Chapter 9: Wrath and Ruin!

"My Name is Zira…" The Oracle said. Almasi and Damu stumbled back in surprise. Inti saw a familier emotion in their eyes. All encompassing fear. Damu's eyes widening in recognition of her former queen. The surrounding animals gave out breaths of surprise and fear. Zira couldn't help but smile at the aura of respect her name generated – even if it was out of fear. She looked at her daughter, he eyes becoming cold.

"You. Rhino. If you would be so kind…" She indicated, and Gharath sank to the ground, as she climbed of his back. Blood dripped on the ground, and she left a red streak on the old rhino's back as she descended. Vitani stared at her in horror.

"Well girl. You're still alive. That is surprising to discover." She said. Vitani's eyes narrowed. Her survival was unexpected? She had seen her mother die. Watched it over and over in her mind! She remembered that haunted look in her mother's eyes, the sudden, violent rejection of aide and of redemption. Then she had let go of. She had fallen, and Vitani – along with all of her Pride – had assumed her dead.

"You have some nerve…" She almost gasped, but managed to turn it into a snarl at the last minute.

"It would seem rumors of my death have been exaggerated…" Zira observed as the other animals all starred at her. Those that didn't know her by sight knew her by reputation. Most at any rate. The Jaguar cubs, and others whom had come to the Pridelands via Gateway looked mystified.

"You can't be here…" Vitani whispered. Suddenly she felt like a young cub again, her mother staring at her with penetrating eyes the colour of blood.

"You look as though you've seen a ghost." Zira said, grinning. It was as unsettling as ever, her teeth shining through, like stalagmites of a cave. She stretched and arched her back, ignoring or unfeeling the pain that coursed through her as a dozen injuries and wounds, old and new, blistered into new waves of agonizing pain. Zira looked from Vitani to Damu and Almasi.

"Ah… Damu. I recall you as well. Though I can't say I recognize you…" she glanced at Almasi. "I do believe I have, met your cubs, however. One of them at any rate. Two warriors." She said. Almasi's claws unsheathed in an instant, and she growled.

"You stay away from my cubs, Zira. You have no place in these lands." She hissed dangerously. Zira shrugged indifferently. It was good to be back in the open air. It filled her with new confidence and dangerous arrogance once more. Ah… She breathed in deep lungful of fresh air. A year of the dusty, mangy tunnels had led into many years, and it was only now she realized how used she had become to the disgusting atmosphere of the caves. She glared at Almasi.

"That was a compliment – but if it will satisfy you, I promise I will not seek out your cubs, Almasi – have no fear of that. Though I do not think you have the authority to tell me I have no place here. It is as much my home as anyones." She said. Vitani growled.

"You were exiled." She said. Zira smiled.

"As were you. If I am not mistaken, Simba lifted the exile of every living Outlander. I must have missed the declaration when you became queen. Congratulations. Of course, if not, then Simba's ruling stands, and I am free to come and go as I please. " She said, sarcastically. Vitani drew her claws.

"I carry my own authority with me…" She said. Zira gave another smile.

"Oh… That's good. Threatening me already? I wondered how long it would take to reach that point. Really Vitani, one would think there were more pressing things to deal with then petty, family disputes."

"What are you doing here, Zira? Should I be surprised you were working with the Shai'tan this whole time?" Vitani asked, her patience wearing thin. Zira gave a slow grimace.

"Oh please. Try to think about it. I raised you better than that. Does it look as though I was working with the Shai'tan? You were never the most cunning of creatures, Vitani – but that's the kind of bird brained idea Nuka could come up with – spirits rest his soul. Come on and try again." She said, glowering. Vitani shook her head.

"Why should I believe a word of what you say?" Vitani asked. Zira sighed.

"'Tani, only a fool would deny the obvious because it came from a disreputable source. If I said that the sky was blue, would you insist it was green because I said it wasn't?" She said. Vitani roared.

"I don't have time for your stupid little games, Mother. Back from the dead, and you are already your usual self. I don't have the time or the patience to listen to your prattling on. As it happens, your injuries are clearly too severe for you to be a threat. I won't execute you out right." She said.

"For which I am eternally grateful…"

"Almasi – watch her like a hawk, and don't get too close. Gharath," She pointed at the Rhino. "If she moves, don't hesitate. Claw out her heart. If you can find one." She hissed dangerously.

"I am guessing you're not too pleased to see me… A Shame. We don't speak enough these days…"

Vitani growled in frustration, and walked away as Zira chuckled to herself.

"Well that was fun…" She chuckled. Then she rolled over and allowed herself to feel the pain through her again. It set her bones alight. She counted at least three factures and several more wounds and deep cuts across her body. Her eyes screwed tight with pain, and she began breathing heavily. Now that Vitani was gone, she could allow herself that humiliation. Almasi looked her up and down as she shook with pain.

"You have no idea the world of hurt she is going through. She thought you were dead!"

"And until a few weeks ago I thought the same of her. I thought everyone I ever knew was dead – that's another reason I have to thank your son. Vitani will come round – she is far, far stronger than you give her credit for. What did you think I would do? Beg forgiveness? Pretend we are a perfect loving family? That would destroy her. Desercrate everything she thinks she knows. Far better to let her deal with her anger and her hatred, let her deal with the worlds bitter truths. She will be the stronger for it, wiser for it, and in the end, live longer for it." Zira said firmly. Almasi paused. Zira was always a slivery one. One could never tell what she was planning – but it seemed almost as if Zira was trying to mend bridges – in her one way. She shook her head, then paused once more as Zira collapsed on the ground, finally showing some pain now that her daughter was gone.

"Your injuries are worse than you would have her believe…" She realized. Zira grinned.

"How very perceptive of you." She said sarcastically. Inti was becoming to realize that Zira's tongue was sharp enough to flay a tortoise. She was still the same lioness he had met in the pits below Golgorath, but she was also more than that. The other lioness retreated to what they thought was a safe distance as Inti stared at the pair in confusion.

"You're Zira? As in Zira-Traitor's-Queen? The Zira. Vitani's mother? Scar's harlot?" He asked. Zira whirled in anger, and would have risen in an instant where it not for her injures.

"HARLOT!" She seethed. "History and bloody victors…" She shook her head in frustration. Almasi stared at her son.

"Where did you hear that title?" Alamasi asked her son, sounding shocked. Inti shrugged.

"One of Danyal's stories…" He said. He recalled asking Danyal what Harlot had meant – but Danyal had refused to reply, and had only given that small smile which told him that he knew something which Inti didn't.

"Danyal?" Almasi asked, frowning. What sort of stories had he been telling them cubs. She snorted. "We shall be having words when we get back…" Almasi muttered to herself. Zira heard however, and sniffed.

"You'll have to get in line…" Zira added. At that Almasi glared at Zira.

"You stay away from Danyal too! He's far too good a lion for –"

"Oh stop it. I have no interest whatsoever in attacking former enemies or opening old wounds. For now… I just want to sleep." She said. And promptly closed her eyes. There was little to say to that, so Almasi made her way over to where Inti looked on in confusion.

"Inti… I need to know everything that happened to you in that place… If you think you can tell me about it." Almasi said carefully. She didn't want to force the boy to recount old memories, but for her own peace of mind, she need to know. She had to know what had befallen her two children. Inti gave a sigh, and slowly, in the quiet began to retell to his mother everything which had taken place since they had been captured by Sekmet's hunting party. Almasi listened in mute horror, as each and every beating, each torture, each abuse was recounted in graphic detail. Inti didn't shake or cry. When he retold his story, his voice became distant and cold. When Inti told her how he had won a fight by shearing the ear of the aggressive wildcat, she could take no more.

"Stop!" She begged, her eyes filled with tears at the thought of her beautiful boy fighting with such brutality to survive. Inti stopped, and looked at her sadly.

"I didn't have any choice…" he said, silently begging her to understand. Almasi shuddered.

"I don't blame you… I am not criticizing you… but what the Shai'tan did… it was evil. Pure evil." She said. Inti cocked his head. He had seen worse, in the pits. Being made to fight for some meat didn't seem nearly as bad as the injuries inflicted on Zira. But then, Zira turned out to be The Zira. The stuff of legends… Or horror stories. She was silent now. She might have been sleeping – but no one dared get close enough to check.

Vitani stalked away from her mother in silence. She burned with fury.

How could she be here? She had watched her mother fall… seen her sink beneath the waves. She had even returned to the shores a day later to search for her remains… Kovu had refused, point blank, to have any part of it… But Vitani had returned, the dutiful daughter she had been, to find some scrap, some shred left to bury… She had found nothing. How could Zira have been alive the whole time? And how was she supposed to feel about it?

Joy?

She didn't feel joy. Her mother had been despicable. She had brutalized them from birth, used them in her insane quest for vengeance. Nuka had died for it. She had nearly brought about the destruction of everything. Only her brother and Kiara had made her see otherwise…

Was she supposed to be angry then?

Somehow, she could not conjure that emotion. She was angry, yes, but at the things Zira had said. Angry at how quickly old habits had resurfaced. Angry at how quickly Zira had resumed her dominance. Angry at how soon a year of training, of conditioning, had returned to her. But angry at her mother for surviving? No.

There was nothing.

No emotion. She knew then with a cold horror than any ounce of love she had once held for her mother was gone. Eradicated. Exterminated from every fiber of her being.

Nothing.

She stamped the ground hard, letting the pain move through her paw, a reminder that she could feel. How could she not care? Her own mother? But Zira was not her mother. Her real mother had died long ago – during Scar's reign. And by all accounts had been friends with both the Tyrant and the murderous witch that had taken her in. How could that have been possible? Vitani shook her head.

She had been so sure. So certain, her mother had died. It had been a given fact of the universe. And it shook her to her core to discover how wrong she had been…

"Why couldn't you have stayed dead? Everything had been simpler before." She thought to herself. Yeah. Simpler. Right. Tracking across deserts and wastelands to rescue two cubs. Living constantly in fear that monstrous tigers might slaughter her friends. Because that had been simple.

"Why me?" She asked no one in particular. "Kovu was the King… He should be ruling… He should be fighting the invaders… I can't lead this Pride. I could never lead. Kovu was the leader. I was just good at killing things…" She thought cynically.

"I am not staying around for another moment, just waiting to starve to death. If we stick together we become a great big massive target. The Shai'tan will come after us like vultures to dead meat!" A voice said angrily. Vitani sighed. She stood up. She would sort this out.

"If we split apart, we will be hunted down separately. We have safety in numbers." Another voice protested.

"Now you are thinking like a prey animal! Grow a spine!"

"To the Shai'tan, we are prey. Or was three years in that pit not enough to teach you that lesson? Stop thinking you can outsmart them. The moment you underestimate those things, you die – very painfully."

"I will not stay here and risk recapture. I would rather die, then go back to that blasted place. I am certainly not waiting around here for that to happen." The second voice said again.

Vitani pushed herself to the front of the surge of animals, and saw to her surprise, a Panther, and second feline cub – larger than a leopard cub, but smaller than a tiger – facing one another. Before she could intervene however, a second voice interrupted.

"Quiet." he said. And Koron dropped down between them. His red eyes glinted with annoyance. He jabbed a claw at the panther.

"You are certainly not going anywhere. Everyone is sticking together. We fled as a group, so we need to stick together. It only takes one weakling to give up our location, and then we are all as good as dead. You needn't fear recapture, because I assure you, the Shai'tan are not interested in keeping us alive any longer." The lion cub said. The other cub (a jaguar, though Vitani had yet to discover the species) smirked, until Koron rounded on her.

"And you are not in charge here, Karina. You do not get to give orders." He snapped. Karina growled.

"And who died and put you in charge?" She asked disdainfully. Immediately, a dozen other voices began to clamor for attention, taking side and shouting.

"I have had enough of this." The panther said, and darted past Koron, who span and struck out. Vitani and Damu drew breath, but the other animals didn't bat an eyelid as Koron's claws raked into the young panther, who stopped, and took a step back, wobbling from the pain.

"ENOUGH!" Vitani shouted. The animals turned to her. Great. Now what?

"This fighting among yourselves need to stop. Stop doing the Shai'tan's dirty work for them." She said angrily. The animals looked at one another.

"What's the matter with you all?" Sara asked the former slaves, indignantly. "We only survive this if we work as a group. Alone, we have no hope against the Shai'tan." She snapped. The other animals looked at Sara, and some began to nod thoughtfully. Vitani looked at the cub in surprise. She had intended to say as much herself, but the young lioness had taken the words right out of her mouth.

"What would you have us do then?" One of the panthers shouted out. Vitani nodded.

"Well-" She began, but one of the Jaguar's glared at her.

"Not wanting to be rude, or to seem ungreatful. But we were speaking to Sara. She and Init kept us from killing each other back in Golgorath. I do not know any of you yet, and the trust of one of the Shai'tan's fighter-slaves is not so easily won." She said, sharply.

Vitani blinked in surprise. Then nodded. She knew that feeling. It had been months before she had even spoken to one of the former Pridelanders in the days following the reunification of the Pridelands. She had never quite gotten over the beaten message to mistrust and be wary of every living thing – and she was willing to bet that Golgorath was a more effective tutor than even her psychotic mother. Sara paused.

"We defiantly need to stay together. But we can't hold out on these plains for too long. As soon as Ben-Kai-Ra discovers the slaughter at Golgorath, he will be extremely angry, and I am certain there was more than one gateway in the higher towers of the Outlands. He'll move plenty of grunts and fighters from his other minions. When he does, he'll bring as many forces to bare as he can against us." She said. Vitani nodded in agreement.

"One of the Shai'tan is abroad as well. Amun. I think he is heading to the Jungle." Vitani said.

"No." Inti said, now appearing at his sister's side.

"Amun is taking the greater proportion of the Shai'tan's Jackal's and Serpents and attacking Carrocscirr. The Elephant Graveyard. We can't go there – but the way back to the Jungle should be clear now that Mortread has returned to Golgorath with Sekmet's remains. We should try and rejoin Danyal." he said.

This provoked a chorus of outbursts from the other animals, and Vitani was forced to explain – in as little detail as possible that there were other lions in the jungle – from Asiatica. the two Jaguar siblings understood immediately, but the panthers and other African natives took a little longer to grasp the concept of a second race of lions across the great sea.

"I'll come with you as far as the Jungle. But after that, I ain't staying in such a large group. We'll be hunted down." The protesting animal said. Sara nodded.

"That is fair. We won't force you. Just as long as you don't endanger any of the rest of us." she said. Vitani paused to agree. Then she stopped. Slowly, an idea was beginning to form in her head. It was a wild idea. A crazy, insane idea, that was not going to work.

But the more she thought about, and the less likely it seemed to work, the more she became desperate to try it out.

"My friends." She said, calmly. The chattering animals stopped.

"Golgorath has been harrowed. You are now free to do as you wish. Your actions were brave and daring. The more I hear of your… experience… in that cursed place, the more I feel for you. Not pity – but anger. Anger that fellow beasts such as yourself should suffer so much for the sake of so little. Anger at the Shai'tan who rape our lands and soil our home.

The Shai'tan believe that their power is absolute. They believe that there is nothing that can stand against them. They believe that nothing can challenge their might, nor withstand their fury. But I tell you – they are wrong! So wrong. They have been thrice defeated. When Pride Rock fell, you will have heard how they Pridelands were crushed, that the Lion King was killed, his line ended, and his heir slain. I do not know if they can be killed. I do not know if we can ever regain our lives and our freedom.

This is what I know.

I know, that the King of the Pridelands is alive! I know that the Shai'tan can be killed! And I know they their power is not total!" She shouted.

Surprsingly it was Koron who spoke, scowling at her.

"Fine words. But Kovu is dead. You might have survived, but Pride Rock is ash. His kingdom died with him." Koron said.

Sara glared at him, but for Koron it was a matter of honesty. Vitani took a deep breath. They had tried to hide their presence. But now it seemed inevitable – the Shai'tan knew of their existence. There was no turning back.

"Kovu, My Brother, was slain. That is true." She conceded. "But his heir, lives on! Prince Kiava will come into his Kingdom! The Pridelands stand once more! Furthermore, I know something else. Sekmet is dead. The rumours are true. Sekmet was slain by one of our own! Sekmet, the scourge of the Outlands, was killed. And there are far fewer Shai'tan then there are us. The Pridelands stand, the Shai'tan fall one by one. My Friends, I beg of you now. Remember the old oaths. Fight with me – fight for the crown – fight for the sake of the Pridelands. Every Jackal that murdered an innocent for them. Every Wilddog who hunted for them. And Every snake who plotted and schemed with them, along with every lion, leopard, shaman or mortal that sided with them will suffer for their treachery! And then, when out lands are ours again, when the grass grows green and the rivers run cold, we will wipe every last, blasted Shai'tan off the face of this earth!" She said. Quite a few grinned at that, but several looked skepatcle.

"Why should we fight for you, or this king we've never met?" A voice said.

"As I recall, it was Koron who released us, and us who bled for the sake of your cubs freedom. Where was your king when we rotted in the dark? Where was your crown when we begged and scraped in the dirt like termites?!" Rei, one of the Panthers said. This drew grumbling. This wasn't an army. It was a group of killers and rouges, of fighters, and barbarians. Not soldiers or knights of the old tales. They were killers, through and through. Vitani drew breath, but this time, it was Inti who spoke.

"Koron… You once told me, that you would do anything to make them pay for the deaths of your loved ones. Rei, you said you would pay any price for the chance to hurt them in revenge. So… That is my price. Fight with us – for us – respecting the orders of those above you, and taking responsibility for those below you. And do so for a single noble purpose. Making them pay.

For every time we crawled in the earth like worms.

For every time they made us hurt and maimed our comrades.

For every one of us they killed. WE WILL MAKE THEM BLEED! Not for honor! Not for glory, or for peace, or for the future! Not for tomorrow, not for grief! Fight for Wrath, For Ruin, For Vengence!" He shouted. There was fury now. Koron gave a cruel smile.

"Now THAT, is something I will fight for. Wrath and Ruin!" Koron said. he stood up, and stood next to Inti. Immediately they were flanked by Sara, and as one the rest of the freed slaves began to chant the same again. Wrath and Ruin. Wrath and Ruin. Vengeance and Fury. That was what they wanted. And they would serve any King, who promised them that.

Vitani walked away from the escaped slaves. An alliance forged by hate was a fragile thing, but it would serve for now.

They had something to fight for. They had a fighting spirit – which had so nearly been crushed from them. Rish'ut had not killed their Pride. Just given them the bloodlust of a devil.

It wasn't a proud and honorable army, as Vitani wanted. It wasn't ordered and contained. It was a force. Forged and bound together by a common foe, and a a thirst, not for justice, but for revenge.

But it would serve for now. She had months and months to give them their honor back. Endless time to give them back their pride, and make the fight for something bigger then themselves. But they had given themselves something she could never train them. The Will to fight.

She returned to Almasi, who was guarding Zira – though the two had heard the whole thing.

"Impressive." Zira said.

Almasi frowned, and whispered to Vitani: "What will you tell them, when they discover Kaiva is nowhere to be found?" She said. Vitani shook her head.

"Another problem for another day." She said. Zira grinned.

"Plots and schemes and manipulations. Through such are wars won."

"I am not manipulating them – I am giving them the chance they need, and the cause they crave!" Vitani protested. Zira cocked her head.

"I suppose you are. How droll. And now you have your beasts of war, what will you do now? Am I a prisoner of war?" She asked, rolling her eyes. Vitani growled.

"Until we can determine what you will do. You will remain under guard at all times. Except when we are under attack. If I ever feel I can trust you, you are free to go." She said. Zira's eyes narrowed.

"Oh wonderful. Fortunately, I have a score to settle with the Shai'tan. Some of us don't heal as easily as you, Vitani. And I intend to take my own vengeance. Wrath and Ruin." She said. Vitani hesitated.

"By all means. I will take any help we can get when it comes to the Shai'tan mother. But you are not to hunt by yourself, and you are not to go off by yourself either. It would be just like you to go crawling back to the Shai'tan. You were never one to let old debts to go unpaid, and I will be sleeping with one eye open from now on."

"You shouldn't worry yourself, dear. I would never betray a family member." She said, turning aside, her tail swishing. Vitani gritted her teeth.

"And you stay away from all of the cubs. Not just Inti and Sara – who knows what you've already done to them. You stay away from that panther trio, the Jaguar sisters, and every single other child." She said. Zira sighed.

"For the love of-! You go too far Vitani. Suspicion I can accept, but you are being Paranoid. Name one cub I ever hurt!" She said.

Vitani's eyes grew cold.

"I can name three. Their names were Kovu, Nuka and Vitani. You killed all of them. Nuka with your obsession, Kovu with your weakness, and Vitani with your hatred." She said, before stalking away.

Zira sighed. She would have to find some way of fixing the division between them. She had already failed Nuka and Kovu – she was not about to fail Vitani as well. And she told no lie when she said she dreamed of vengeance against the Shai'tan. Her passion for revenge hadn't been removed – merely refocused.

When no one was looking, she took a glance at her wound – not the surface ones, the deeper one, hidden beneath her right forearm; Rish'ut had given her that as they had fled Golgorath. The edges were tinged with the faintest of darkened flesh. The infection had started already. Within a few weeks it would spread, turning the flesh to rot, and spawning blackened blood and pus. It throbbed lightly. That would get worse as well. She gazed at it coldly. Still. Things had been trying to kill her for a good many years now. She had too much to do to let one more bother her. The infection seemed to stare back at her. She refused to be moved. She had plenty of time. Plenty.

AN:

Well, there you are. That could cause issues. Zira's injury that is.

Koron, Inti and Sara taking control was unexpected to write, but seemed natural. Eventually the other slaves might trust Vitani and the rest, but for now, they trust and listen to Inti and Koron – and to a lesser degree Sara. This might change, or it may blow up in their faces. We may have a Spartacus style rebellion on our hands.

What do you think about Zira? Have I nailed her character, or is she unrecognizable? Her Sarcasm was fantastic fun to write, as was the verbal sparring – which though vicious, is exactly how Vitani speaks, especially to Danyal. Vitani may have met her match. After the Shai'tan, nothing else frightens her. Of course, she is extremely badly wounded, and seems to be taking steps to keep this from her daughter…

What do you think about the Absence of songs so far in this part of the story? I included them in the past, but does the story work between as prose alone?

As always, reviews, questions, and theories are welcome, and will (Eventually) get responded too. Keep being awesome.

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Now… anything else left to say?

Nope. That's all for now. Enjoy people, and any questions, comments or reviews, be sure to leave below. Wrath and Ruin!

Favourite line? Zira learning the less-then-flattering-legends told about her. :D

Haradion