First, it was so dark. Then, came light…and suddenly hit.
Simba was exhausted and shocked. He caught a breath as he was finally able to get hold of some rock. Lifting himself slowly up, the young cub gazed at the fall he took.
What a huge drop…no wonder it felt so long.
Ears drooping, the prince swam out of the river. Many would have been surprised that as young and small as Simba was, would survive from a fall like that. But they didn't know what this child or adult and between them had gone through.
Shaking his fur and finally dropping himself to the ground, Simba thought about this. He promised Rafiki to take care of himself…and the next thing he almost drowned. Hakuna Matata seriously had left its traits.
"I wonder are they looking for me right now…and what if not?"
Turning on his back, Simba gazed at the sky while gathering his strength. He wondered about Mufasa's question…
"Would you like to stay here with us?"
Sadly, Simba knew which his answer was. Despite that, he would love to stay…but could not. He belonged to the future, with his real father. And the younger version of him would be born to this universe…so it would be really confusing.
But how I can tell that I can't stay? It will be so hard…
Leaving this all behind wasn't all which bothered Simba. He thought about Taka's trick. It was pretty obvious that he tried to get Mufasa into trouble…or maybe even get rid of him.
"He was bluffing…that idiot! Uncle Scar…why are you so evil?"
But this adventure was also full of excitement. He had met his father, uncle, grandparents…and maybe gonna see when his parents will fall in love. What could he possibly ask more?
"I think I better head back…since Dad won't leave me here…"
Standing up, the young lion felt how his stomach grumbled.
I see…well it has been a while since I last ate…
Simba headed towards the forest. He examined grass and trees while trying to find something to eat. Turning his head around, he noticed a trunk.
Hmm…I wonder…
Simba went to the trunk and pushed it a little. And soon… from under it came lots of bugs.
"Yummy!", Simba grabbed a couple of bugs and ate them. This weird habit hadn't died.
Grabbing some more, Simba ate as he had never eaten such good food. He didn't even notice how hungry he was.
After eating, Simba decided to have a little rest. Settling himself under the tree, he soon fell asleep.
While he was sleeping, Simba had no idea that he wasn't alone. Someone was coming for him…and didn't have good intentions in mind.
Taka managed to arrive before Mufasa and Ahadi. Gazing around, he searched for Simba. Then he saw pawprints in the sand.
So that little rascal is nearby…come to Uncle Taka!
Following footsteps into the jungle, soon Taka spotted Simba sleeping under the tree. Hiding in the bushes, he watched this weird little bunch of fur.
Deciding to complete his evil plan, Taka revealed his claws and started approaching Simba, slowly and quietly. When he got close enough, raised his paw.
And now...
But then heard mumbling.
"No…go away!"
Taka stared at Simba. What was he talking about?
"You murderer…Scar…you killed my father…"
A murderer? And who the hell is Scar?
Rolling his eyes, Taka decided to continue. But then came something which pricked his ears up.
"It's me, Dad…Simba…"
Simba…?
"Yes, Rafiki...I can do this...", Simba muttered. Taka sharpened his hearing.
"As long as I'm the son...of Mufasa."
TBC...