Hello Fellow Lion King Fans!
So, here I am with another chapter. Sorry I've been absent for so long again. I just got a job recently, so combine that with school and life, it's just been a storm of organized chaos. However, Spring Break has arrived as I'm writing this, so I figured I'd be able to get a couple updates out before I can REALLY get started with more updates over the summer.
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Alright, now that I have that promotion out of the way, on to Guest Reviews.
Guest: Well, here you go.
Faith: Yes, I am doing a sequel to this fic. No idea what it will be called, suggestions are welcome. I already have a basic premise in mind and I will be teasing it at the end of this one.
Okay, so without without further adieu, let's get this started.
While our main trio were still en route back to the Pridelands, war was beginning to brew. Zira was making her strike, very very slowly.
Without an ounce of hesitation, the Outsider lionesses waded their way through the muddy water and began scouring the Pridelands. Once Simba was spotted, they would do battle. The sound of thunder echoed as the Outlanders marched on.
Meanwhile, back at Pride Rock, where it has begun raining, Timon and Pumbaa were playing a game we like to call The Blame Game.
"I can't believe we lost her again. This is the eight thousandth time!" Timon moaned then turned around to face Pumba.
"Ooh!" Said warthog cried in shame.
"I thought you were gonna watch her!" The meerkat angrily pontificated.
"Me? You were gonna watch her!" Pumbaa fired back as Timon walked behind him, eliciting the warthog to turn around in order to face him.
"I thought you were gonna watch her!"
"No, you were gonna watch her!"
"You were gonna watch her!"
"Aah, watch this!" Pumbaa cried as he leaped onto the meerkat with his own no doubt heavy frame.
"Oww!" Timon cried out in pain, but, in response, he jumped on top of the warthog he just pushed over onto its back and began pulling on its skin, "Take that, you creepy warthog! Say it! Say it!"
"Fat! Fat! Fatty fat fat!" Pumbaa screamed.
The warthog and meerkat were outright wrestling when a wet Simba walked in.
"What are you doing?" Simba asked, causing the fighting duo to leap to attention, even eliciting a surprised scream from Timon as he fell to the ground.
"Good question! Now let me ask one," Timon countered as he got himself up.
"Hippo-thetically..." Pumbaa said, making a pun that the writers wrongly thought of as clever and funny.
"Very hypo-thetical," Timon corrected as he got up on top of Pumbaa's snout, "...there's this guy..."
"But he's not a lion..." The warthog futilely tried to cover up their mistake.
"No! No, he's not a lion... yeesh," Timon backtracked, earning an amused look from Simba, "Definitely not a lion. And, uh... uh... his daughter, um, say... vanished."
"Kiara is gone?" Simba with a mix of concern and anger.
Before Simba could expand on the topic however, Zazu flew into the den, not even taking the time to land.
"Sire! The Outsiders are on the attack... heading this way! It's war!" The bird reported.
"Zazu! Find Kiara!" The bird flew away upon hearing his instructions, "We'll assemble the lionesses. Move! Now!"
And move they did. In almost no time at all, the prides met on the field of battle, a piece of barren land located near a canyon, which had a river at the bottom of it.
The storm that had begun earlier had grown in ferocity, as if mirroring the chaos and ferocity of the conflict playing out on the surface. The falling rain caused Simba's mane to become the equivalent of a wet mop.
The two opponents stared each other down.
This mere act of simply staring at each other immediately caught the eyes of the surrounding fauna. While buzzards flew overhead to dispose of casualties, any other animals, including giraffes, zebras, etc., in the area got the heck out of there, not wishing to be collateral damage to the fight that was about to ensue.
Not that far away, our main trio, Beck, Kiara, and Kovu, despite the downpour were running until their legs fell off to attempt to stop the conflict between the prides before anything bad happened. Beck was just ahead of the two young lovers.
'Time to fulfill the purpose that the Kings assigned to me,' Beck said to himself as he ran, 'No pressure.'
"Come on, we're almost there!" Beck said to his companions (or was he a companion to them?), seeing as how they were able to see the standoff from the other side of the aforementioned canyon.
Back at the battlefield, the standoff continued, it was a moment of cinematic brilliance and beauty... until Timon and Pumbaa ruined it.
"Nah nah nah nah nah nah!" The duo taunted the Outsiders as they looked them.
"It's over, Simba! I have dreamed of nothing else for years!" Zira maliciously growled, mud dropping from her face.
"Boy... does she need a hobby." Timon drily commented.
"Last chance, Zira: Go home," Simba attempted to make peace one last time.
"I am home!" Zira declared, not having any of Simba's plea. The rumbling thunder and the blinding lightning only made the lead Outsider looked more deranged when she uttered a word that basically said, 'there's no going back.'
"Attack!" Zira joyously ordered.
The two sides let out savage roars before walking towards each other, which then picked up into a jog, and finally turned into a full blown run.
At last, the warring factions collided in a flurry of swipes and bites. Lionesses were being scratched across the eyes and being bitten in the midsection of the spine.
Zira coached her underlings from a rock above the fray, giving her a bird's eye view of everything.
"Go for the eyes!" An Outsider did so with one swipe of a claw.
"Break his jaw!" Another Outsider did so.
"Hit him low!" Another Outsider sprung up and tackled another lioness from below.
"Get them! Do what you must!" The sadist lioness yelled as the fighting continued.
A short distance away, our main trio have reached the edge of the canyon opposite of the one the fight is taking place. Koch and Kiara look on in worry while Beck look at it with a determined unwavering stare. Not wasting another moment, Beck took off full speed ahead with the two young mates in tow.
Back at the battle, things were not looking good for our favorite meerkat and warthog dynamic duo.
"What do we do? What do we do?" Pumba asked as they hid behind a rock.
"There's only one thing we can do, Pumbaa: 'When the going gets tough,'" He pounded his fist into his hand for emphasis, "'...the tough get going.' That's our motto!"
"I thought our motto was 'Hakuna Matata'?" Pumba pointed out.
"Pumbaa, stop living in the past! We need a new motto!" Timon insisted.
With that in mind, the duo ran in to join the fray as menacingly as they could, which wasn't much. They would immediately regret this decision when a lioness roared right at them. This elicited a scream and retreat from the cowardly twosome.
"Like I said: Let's get going!" The meerkat screamed as they left.
Beck, Kiara, and Kovu have almost made it to the scene, having traversed across several fallen logs. In his rush, however, Kovu nearly slipped and fell into the raging river below. Luckily, the Lion caught himself on one of the logs and caught up with Beck and Kiara.
Unknown to them, the logs began to shift.
Back to the battle, Vitani was finally entering the fray, as she appeared on a rock and spotted Nala below her.
"Where's your pretty daughter, Nala?" Vitani mocked.
"Vitani!" Nala growled.
The younger lioness leapt from her Ricky perch and began her fierce brawl with the Queen of the Pridelands.
Meanwhile, Timon and Pumbaa were dealing with issues of their own. A number of Outsiders had heard their frightened screams from before and began to give chase. The duo ended up running into a wall, a virtual corner. They were surrounded. Expecting the worst, Pumbaa turned around, put his face to the wall, and covered his eyes.
Timon was looking around in a panicked thought process that was trying to find something, anything, that would aid in him and Pumbaa's survival. Finally, Timon laid eyes on Pumbaa's raised butt. He had an idea. The meerkat hopped up onto Pumbaa, took his tail, and cocked it like a machine gun.
"Don't anybody move! This thing's loaded," the meerkat threatened, holding Pumbaa's tail like it was a firearm. "I'll let you have it!"
The bluff had its desired effect and all the lioness shrieked at the thought of being farted on and immediately fled over the horizon.
"Yeah! Yeah... talk about your winds of war!" Timon quipped, chuckling.
Back on the main battlefield, Zira was evil laughing it up like The Joker as she saw the battle turning in her favor. These thoughts were proven by the fact that many lionesses had managed to surround Simba, pelting him with lunge after lunge, bite after bite.
So far, The King has managed to hold them off, and Zira doesn't like that one bit.
"Simba...," Zira said forebodingly as she, and two other lionesses, jumped down from the rock she had been standing on since the battle began and menacingly made her way towards Simba. "...you're mine!"
The lionesses that had clustered around The King earlier parted to make room for Zira. This fight would just be the two of them, one on one, mono y mono.
The battle stalled as the two leaders circled one another. All who had fought around them ceased as they laid eyes on their leaders, who had locked eyes.
Zira had a smile on her face that made her look like the Chestire Cat if he were a lion, while Simba looked with narrowed eyes, ready to defend his home, or die trying.
The two raised paws, both ready to rip the other to shreds.
However, lightening struck, and with it, three growls were heard. Simba looked to his left and found Beck, Kiara, Kovu jumping in the middle of the battle. Kovu faced his mother, Kiara faced her father, and Beck turned to Vitani. The three looked like they meant business.
"Kiara?" Simba said in confusion, wondering why his daughter doing something this bold, but he was only met with a stare a mother Lion would scold her cub with.
"Kovu!" Zira shouted. Said lion narrowed his eyes at the mention of his name, "Move."
Kovu stood his ground.
"Beck?," Vitani questioned, but unlike the others, Beck actually spoke.
"Hey Vitani."
Oh, Beck. Always one to speak when no one else will. Anyway, hope you like the cliffhanger, sort of. Next chapter is going to be the last one of this story. There will be a flashback as well, and I think all the Lion Guard fans reading that will get pretty excited, *wink wink*.
Please let me know what you thought of this chapter in the reviews, as they are my primary way to get comments from readers, though I do like it when people PM me as well.
Anyway, that's all I have. I hope you all are enjoying this fic. and I'll see you guys next time! Don't forget to soma, mapito, pendwa na folow. (That's Swahili for Read, Review, Favorite, and Follow).
