Chapter 29 – Morning Dawns

I felt my consciousness stirring, a warm light filtering in, providing a dim light against my eyelids, though it was enough to wake me. I didn't move at all, aside from letting out a great yawn, not holding back at all. Judging from the light that woke me, I could guess it was early morning, the sun rising. I'd have to take a look outside though. My ears were the next thing to move, twitching and pointing in various directions. I could hear a light snore in the vicinity, but I couldn't tell who it was. Listening for a little bit longer, I could just about make out that the sound was coming from Rafiki. With my eyes still closed, I allowed myself a smile, "Should have known the future king of Kifalme would be above snoring." I teased the lion next to me. I knew Rafiki had returned during the night because he had woken me up to check on both Kiburi and I, letting him sleep whilst give me an additional amount of losin, aiding my sleep, as the pain I had felt still hadn't gone, even if it was lessened. I could feel it when I laid down, it felt like my ribs were the reason for that ache, but my guess was that some of my intercostal muscles could have been strained. I discussed this with Rafiki until the losin to effect and I was able to sleep again. He agreed with me when I assured him that there wasn't a tear in the muscles. I wasn't even sure if he ever went into details such as tears of muscles or strains, but he didn't stop me. Looking back on it, I thought that to Rafiki, it would have just been easier to let me continue talking. In his eyes now, I was part of the monarchy, and so he had to make sure I was happy and healthy, even if that was indulging my own talks about my injuries.

With another yawn, I forced myself to stand up, my legs feeling heavy and my chest feeling a little tight. "Losin. Rafiki, I know you're not awake, but I'm gonna have to take some losin from you. Just a small amount." I muttered, stretching out my back legs, my front legs, and my back, my claws coming out as if it provided an extra stretch. Yet another yawn followed after I stretched, "Another yawn? I'm not sure I should be awake at this time..." I shook my body a little, getting the strength to open my eyes, taking a quick glance out to the Pridelands outside of Rafiki's treatment area. The warm glow of the rising sun made the land look stunning. "Okay, maybe I should try waking up more often at this time. Only if I have enough sleep though." I commented, continuing to stare out for a few seconds longer until I felt a dull throb come from my injury, "Ouch...losin." I took a sideways glance to Kiburi to see he was still in a deep sleep from the looks of it. I smiled at that as I padded over to where I though the losin might be. It was good to see him resting rather than overworking himself. Knowing him as well as I did, he was the type to try and push through the pain. I was about the only one who could convince him that he needed to just listen to Rafiki's advice. Whilst searching for my treatment, I thought of the chat we had before going to sleep. Talking about the future when he would be visiting, I couldn't help but smile at the thought. Already I was thinking different ways I could tease him for being old, even if he wasn't.

Those thoughts were interrupted though when I spotted the medication the mandrill had prescribed. With a smile growing on my face again, I took the liberty of ingesting the pain relief. As usual, the taste wasn't great, but I could stomach it knowing that the aches would fade before too long. I figured that if it was going to make me drowsy again, I may as well give in to it, and let myself have another small nap until its effects had kicked in. I didn't feel that particular effect start, so I looked around again, seeing the different parts of Rafiki's treatment area. Part of me was wondering if there were any plans for his eventual replacement. He wouldn't be around forever, of course. Looking up to just about see the mjuzi in question, it was amusing to see just how at peace he was up there. My eyes wandered further, taking a peek at Kiburi's wounds as he continued to lay still. Seeing them brought the fresh memory of when collapsed in front of us all. The wounds looked like they had healed some. Having sated my curiosity, I laid down next to the prince and closed my eyes, taking advantage of the drowsiness that the medication would have induced.

The nap didn't last long. I opened my eyes to a similar level of light and the constant little snores from Rafiki. I stood up faster than before, feeling a small throb to my head, but nothing to worry about. "Okay, I'll have to stop taking losin soon...it cannot be good for me in the long term." I snickered, "Oh, and here comes the head rush." I wobbled a little bit, feeling the rushing sensation run over my body. I was thankful for having a tail to balance be as well as it did. "So, you're gonna have to stand up slow anyway, Kiburi." I stated, looking at him to see his eyes were still closed, "How can you still be sleeping? I'm sure a flea going by would wake you up." A smile started to form as I let out a chuckle, "I guess the losin knocked you out cold." Letting out a sigh, I sat down by his side, just looking down at his face, a peaceful expression as he stayed still. Looking for a while longer though, a frown started to form on my face. Something didn't seem right. "Either the losin has made you the calmest you've ever been...or..." I stopped speaking, inspecting his face closer than before. The longer I stared down, the more I got a nasty feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. There was a mixture of butterflies and fear as I kept my eyes on him, "I don't think sleeping for this long can be good for you either. Just think of this as returning the favour." I muttered, referencing times when he had woken me up from a nap, he deemed unnecessary. After that, I pressed a paw to his mane and nudged him.

I got no response from the prince. Not even his body reacting to it. "Kiburi, time to get up..." I nudged him again, but the only thing that happened was his body just allowing itself to be shaken as I continued, trying to wake the slumbering lion. I felt more desperate the longer he didn't wake up. His body was just rocking, and there was no glimpse to suggest he was going to correct what couldn't have been comfortable for him. "Kiburi, come on, this isn't funny. We should step outside, get you some sunlight or something...your dad and brother will come around later. Don't want you sleeping when they arrive." I didn't stop shaking him, the sinking feeling becoming more powerful as I was starting to act out of fear. "Kiburi, get up." I repeated several times, my own actions becoming more erratic by the minute. I knew what I was seeing, but I didn't want to believe it. Knowing I had no other choice, I stopped shaking him, my voice cracking a little as I spoke again, "Kiburi..." A moment later, my head was lowered to the point where my ear was next to his mouth and nose. Rafiki's snores meant I wasn't putting my ears there to hear Kiburi, but instead to feel. The seconds down there were tense as I waited for something. The longer I waited, the harder I found it was to keep my composure. I couldn't feel even a shallow breath hitting my ear, tears starting to blur my eyesight.

Shaking my head, I tried to deny what I knew was happening. It was impossible for me to hold back my sobs as I pressed my head up to his, nuzzling at the prince. "Kiburi, wake up. You've gotta wake up...you've gotta..." I choked, a lump in my throat stopping me from finishing what I wanted to say. The fact that when I pressed against him, his body just fell to the side I wasn't with no resistance. He felt warm, but I knew that wasn't going to change anything. I shook my head as I kept it pressed to his, my tears streaming down at this point as I couldn't contain myself, "Kiburi please, not like this...not yet. We're gonna meet up in the future..." I huffed, muttering the words, stumbling over and having to repeat some of them. I could feel my body shaking whilst a large wave of anguish hit me, "We will. You, me, Simba, and your queen. We'll all meet and watch our kingdoms grow. We'll watch our families grow. You just have to get up. Please." I buried my face into his mane, the part of me in denial half expecting to feel Kiburi rest his head atop mine, come out with some calming words. It didn't happen though. His head was limp and tilted away.

A few more minutes, I stayed doing the same things, saying the same words over and over again. I could only hope this was a side effect of the losin, that I was experiencing a very vivid dream. All my crying had drained me of some of the raw emotion. It was still fresh, but I still had to do more to confirm it for myself. I lifted myself up and got the other side of Kiburi, using a paw to move his head so that a patch of sunlight covered part of his face. My bottom lip trembled whilst I pondered if this was something I wanted to see. Steeling myself, I agreed it was the best thing I could do to give a final confirmation. With a level of caution, I put a paw on his face. I felt how his skin and muscles beneath had relaxed. I let a claw out and got enough of a grip on his upper eyelid that I could lift it enough to see his deep brown eye. It was different though. His iris had relaxed, and his pupil was larger. The telling sign for me though, was that in the light, the pupil didn't adjust. It was what I hadn't wanted to see, but I knew it was what was going to happen. The sinking feeling I had in my stomach had gone. It was replaced by a wave of sickness. I felt my limbs go heavy, my breaths shaking. Feeling a painful new wave of emotion rush over me as I had the image of his unchanged eye ingraining itself into my memories. I wouldn't be forgetting this. Letting his eye close again, I had to shut mine, trying with little success to hold back the tears that were rolling down my face. Whilst I fought that losing battle, I didn't make a sound, wincing as the emotional pain was crashing over me.

I made sure his eye was closed again and looked over him again. I could see how still he was. Thinking back to when I woke earlier, I wondered if he was already gone by that point. I guessed he was. I was just too consumed with my own needs to check on him enough. Even if I knew it wasn't the time, a small streak of guilt ran over me, as if I was the reason for this happening. His midsection made no movements, showing how the prince had not been breathing. At the same moment, I was drawn to his wounds again. It was deceptive. It looked as if they were scabbing and starting to heal, which was a good sign. They wouldn't be healing anymore though. "It's not fair." I was just about able to speak before sobbing again. "Kiburi, I'm so sorry this happened to you. I'm so sorry." The longer I looked at him, the harder it got for me to function.

There was nothing more I could do, "Rafiki." I coughed out, unable to maintain balance to my voice. The mjuzi didn't stir, though his snoring continued to demonstrate his and the rest of the world's lack of awareness to what had happened. "Rafiki, wake up." My words came out louder, short sniffles following after as I tried to control my breathing better. Still, he did not wake up, rolling onto his side, facing me with his eyes closed. I was running out of ideas and getting desperate for him to wake up, so I took a deep breath in and let out a roar. I could hear my own sorrow in it as well as the urgency I felt to get his attention.

Just a moment later, Rafiki's eyes shot open and he rolled out from his position. It looked as if he was falling, but by the time he was at the same level as me, he had controlled for his landing. For once, there was a look on his face other than the smile he always wore, "What is de meaning of dis?" He asked, his tone sounding as snappy as it could. Having caused this, I couldn't help but feel a little bad for him. He approached, "Eh? Hm? Why have you woken me? Even a mjuzi needs sleep, you know?" He asked, though I could see he was calming, "Queen or no, dis mjuzi can only do so well without sleep." He sighed out, only then clocking that I hadn't been listening too hard, my eyes filling with tears again. "De queen weeps. What is this for?" One of his hands went under my chin and lifted.

Looking into his eyes, I found it hard not to break down again. The gaze Rafiki held on me, it was urging me to take my time, but that I needed to tell him what was troubling me so much. "Rafiki, I...I tried to...I tried to wake him up. I really did." The royal mjuzi raised a brow, not quite grasping what I was going on about as he used a thumb to wipe some of my tears away, "This isn't anything caused by the losin. I wish I were just imagining it." I looked away, trying to prevent anymore teras from falling.

Again, he dragged my head, so I had to look right at him, "Tishala, tell me what troubles de queen. It is the work of de royal mjuzi to serve. You cannot tell me if you do not finish what you were saying."

He was right and I knew it. In the time he had been telling me this, I found the strength within to compose myself, "Kiburi didn't wake up. I tried to wake him up, and he didn't wake up." I watched as Rafiki's expression softened, like he was about to offer my encouraging words, "He didn't wake up because he will never wake up again. Kiburi is dead." After saying that, I had to bite my tongue, the discomfort allowing tears to be held back. "Rafiki, I'm so sorry." He let go of me, stepping around to go to the fallen prince's body. I turned to join him in looking over my friend. "I don't know when it happened, but it must have been whilst we were sleeping. You would have noticed when you came back last night if that was the case. Did anything seem concerning?" I asked, just hoping to work out what had happened. "I wonder if there was an infection with a delayed effect, and all we actually did was mask all the pain. Do you think we didn't help with the infection at all? It's not fair, is it?"

One of Rafiki's hands rested on my shoulder, "When I returned last night, de prince appeared normal. It is possible de losin did not stop de infection, but as you say, gave de prince comfort before he joined de great kings." The despair in his voice was clear, and when I looked at him, tearing up with his explanation, he embraced me, patting my back and for once not having that extra pep about him, "I am sorry, Tishala. I could see he was good friend to you." He spoke with soft words, letting me cry into him. It was like a floodgate had been opened, and I soaked my tears into him, some of them dropping to the ground whilst I could see Kiburi's lifeless body in my peripheral vision. It only made it more painful as my mjuzi tried to provide the support as best as he could. I thought back to the memories I shared with the lion. Our first meeting, our first fight. The first time we showed respect for each other. When we battled alongside each other, both in training and when it came to the real fight. There was no one who I had grown closer to as a friend. All my memories, even going to the evening before, where he and I were talking about what we would do in the future together. My mind couldn't stop though, and as I pictured the last smile he gave me, the next image that went through my head was when I had his dead eye looking back at me after I opened it. I would never forget that sight, as well as all the good ones I had. Rafiki put both hands on my shoulders and let out a sorrowful sigh, "Do not worry yourself, Tishala. As your royal mjuzi, it is my duty to inform de others of what has happened." He nodded at me, letting go as he took slow steps to his staff, where he would get ready to leave.

"No, I'll go and tell them. It may be your role to speak for me when we have Pridelander members concerned. These are Kifalme members. He was also my friend, and their family. I'll tell them. Rafiki, I need you to do whatever you can to preserve Kiburi. I suspect I know how this will go, so it may be a case of finding a way to cover the body as well." He gave a look as if to protest my role, "I'll be fine, Rafiki. If you could do what I asked of you, I will be grateful and so will Kiburi's family." He made no verbal response, nodding in my direction as I stepped to exit. I gave one more look at my late friend, another pang of sadness hitting me as I left.

I trudged through, each of my steps feeling heavy. I had to think about what I was going to say. How I was going to tell everyone what had happened. Feeling the rising sun's heat on my face, I took a look around. The land was basked in a beautiful glow, which only emphasised how unfair it was in my mind that someone like Kiburi wasn't going to be able to live to see anything like this again.

However, before I could ponder on that thought for too long, I spotted some movement not too far away. Even with how upset I felt, I couldn't leave something like that unnoticed. The movement revealed itself before too long. "Shenzi?" I gasped once she was in clear sight, our eyes meeting. "You shouldn't be out here, it's not safe. If you're as worried about the lions as you say, you wouldn't be out here." I snapped, feeling all my sorrow pushed to one side as I had a new focus.

The hyena matriarch met my eyes, the distance between us closed. We both looked around to see we were alone, "I know. We still need to have some food though." She argued, though not with anger in her eyes, but there was more a sense of desperation about her. "You said that we can get food as long as we don't take too much. Well, we're not taking much. Not like there's a lot here to take anyway." I think because of her nerves, she let out a chuckle at that, trying to break the tension.

Feeling a small stroke of anger come to me, I fought it back to a degree, "I'm sure I don't need to remind you why there is a lack of food for you right now. There is a lack of food for almost everyone. When you were with Scar, that didn't help things. Now, even if things are going to improve, it isn't going to be easy. That gives you even more reason to be careful with lions around. If you think Zira is a threat, just wait till we get a hungry, desperate Zira. A hungry, desperate lion at all is going to be a big concern for you. Shenzi, I have to ask you to go back to where you were. Once I tell Simba about it, and get him to agree, then we can figure out a way to get you all back home, okay?" I asked.

Shenzi wasn't looking like she was having much of it though, "Why didn't you tell him when you headed back last time you were headed over to that rock? If you want us gone, maybe it'd be best to follow your own plan rather than give me orders. Didn't look good for the last lion seen leading and helping hyenas, did it?" She asked, raising a brow, "The longer you keep us here, the more chance there is that you'll get seen talking with one of us. The fact you do talk with us even reminds me of Scar a little bit, what do you think it's going to do when the other lions from the Pridelands see?"

I felt a violent rage wash over me as I tackled over and pinned Shenzi. I could see her struggling beneath me as I threatened to add more pressure to the part I was standing on, looking down at her with narrowed eyes, letting her feel the constant threat that my unsheathed claws presented. I leaned down and spoke in a dark tone to her, "I am nothing like that tyrant." I growled.

Looking up to me as she choked a little bit, her voice became strained when she spoke, "You can see where I have trouble distinguishing."

Just hearing how strangled her voice was, I let go, my eyes wider and I stepped away to let her up, watching as the hyena rubbed at her neck, frowning at me, although she wasn't looking like she would make an attack, "Shenzi, I am so sorry. I let my anger get the better of me then. Really, I am going to help you out. I would have said yesterday, but before I remembered to, I was asked to come back to Rafiki. He needed me to look after someone." My anger had subsided enough for my despair to return. "Do you remember the very large lion that you, Banzai and Ed were fighting when I told you to run away?" I looked to see her nod, her own anger fading as she could sense there was a cloud hanging over me, "Well, he was Kifalme's king. His son, the crown prince, Kiburi, was also fighting with us all." He looked away to compose myself, not wanting to break down in front of the matriarch, "He collapsed, so we tried treating him. We found out he had been bitten by one of your hyenas." I saw a flash of guilt come over Shenzi, "I'm not going to hold a vendetta for that. I understand that we were in a war. Anyway, his reaction to the bite didn't show until we think the infection had taken hold. Rafiki and I tried to treat him for it. When I went back there to look after him and be with him for the night whilst Rafiki was gone, and he seemed a lot better." I took a pause, just to allow myself that extra little bit of time to help with the sorrow, "When I woke up this morning...he was gone. The life had left his body." My head shook as if it was going to help me stay calm, though more tears started to form.

I was there, starting to let tears fall in front of someone who was depending on my help for something else. It wasn't going to make it easier on the hyenas that I was crying. It did nothing for them. Having had to fight with them for so long, I would have been worried that Shenzi would do something to take advantage. Instead, I felt her close the distance between us, putting a paw on top of one of mine, "I know it isn't my place to say anything about a lion's death. Even if we do fight a lot, I am sorry that you lost someone like that. I know how it feels to lose a close friend. When you found out we lost Ed, even with our conflicted pasts together, you didn't mock, say it was good. You said you were sorry to hear it. In your own way, you gave your respect to him. Even if you do talk with hyenas like Scar did, I doubt he would have said much about Ed if he were in your paws. I only said you were like him out of anger. Tishala, remember, your friend might not be with you anymore, but you'll always have the good times to hold on to. I know that's what Banzai and I do when we feel down. We talk about our favourite dingus, Ed." She sniffled as well, offering a comforting smile.

She took her paw off mine and stepped back a little. Feeling the pain still there, but in a different way, "Thank you, Shenzi, I appreciate those words. I am sorry I snapped at you. I won't do it again. I just don't know how I'm going to break it to his family and the rest of the pride." I sighed.

"It won't be easy. Then again though, when did you ever do things the easy way? You ran away by yourself and then came back with a lion we all thought was dead. It ain't like you can't tell them. It's not easy, but they will all see your strength by telling them. Don't be afraid to cry either. They'll all be there for you." She offered, again smiling toward me. The hyena turned around, looking back, "I'll try to stick closer to where we are next time. You don't need to keep talking to me though, you need to go tell them what's happened." She trotted away, a few small cackles coming from her, though I could hear the sadness in them, no doubt having to dig up sad memories of her own fallen friend. She knew how hard it was going to be, or at least she made me feel that way.

It was like a fresh wave of emotional turmoil hit me as I made my way up pride rock. I could hide it well in front of the others outside, but once I could see the mouth of the den, and I could feel how close I was to giving the bad news, the weight of it all became too much. I was in a similar way to when I first realised what had happened. Even the sky above reflected my dark mood, some clouds covering the sun. Unlike those clouds, I didn't feel like it would pass quickly.

With my eyes puffy from my crying, it didn't take long for everyone inside to notice. I couldn't bring myself to take another step, dropping my head down as I started to cry out, wailing in front of them all. At first there was nothing other than the sound of my pained cries. However, it wasn't much longer before I had three pressed against me. Simba, Sarabi and Fikiria had all rushed in to stem the flow of tears. Simba, at the centre of the trio, pressed his forehead to mine, the sensation of his breath hitting me was enough to calm to an extent. I felt the other two supporting either side of me, "Tishala, what's wrong?" Simba asked, having lifted my head enough that I could look into his eyes, albeit with tears threatening to reappear any second. I tried not to think too hard on what I had to say but knew I wouldn't be able to hold it together when I would tell them what had me in such a state. I'd been thinking about not thinking for so long that Simba spoke again, "Did something happen to you? Someone say something?" He asked, no doubt referring to the concerns I addressed to him about Zira and her lionesses. I stayed silent, looking at al three of them for a moment before confirming that no one had caused me a problem, at least not in the way Simba was thinking. "You wouldn't come here in tears unless something had happened though." Simba continued.

If I wasn't in such a terrible state of mind, I might have found a quip to throw at him, but as I was, I nodded, unable to even utter a word at that moment. "Simba, we need to give her the chance to calm down first. The questions can wait until she's ready." Sarabi reminded her son, taking over as she prompted the other two lions to move aside, allowing the elder lioness to guide me to where she and I would have rested together when I was smaller. Once I was down beside Sarabi, I soon found that Winda had joined Sarabi's side, and Sarafina and Nala had gotten the other side of me, although only Sarabi was keeping physical contact with me. All three other lionesses offered me a supportive smile. A few others left the den, no doubt having been gestured to do so by Nguvu, who stood with Simba and his son, watching me from a small distance away in the den. I opened my mouth to speak, but I was cut off by Simba's mother, "You can speak with your other friends once you have calmed down. You wouldn't want to see them like this, would you? The great kings know you've already worried us all at some point since knowing you. Just breathe. Give yourself some time." She instructed.

None of them were saying anything, with the exception of Sarabi, who continued to encourage me to take my time, getting me to breathe with her, just slow everything down. She was right, it was helping. I was calming at a slow rate, but everyone there was being patient with me. Simba moved himself to lay in front of me. His constant eye contact reassured me that whatever I had to say, he was there for me. I could feel both Fikiria and Nguvu looking down at me from behind him, trying to remain positive, but slight concern on their faces, trying to figure out what had me in the panic I was in. I reached out one of my paws to Simba, and he responded by placing his on top of mine, prompting both of us to smile a little, though I must have looked a little ridiculous, forcing myself to breathe in and out in the way Sarabi was getting me to. "You're going to be alright." He muttered to me, pressing on my paw.

The extra pressure, combined with his words, did just enough that I felt a level of calmness I was happy with. "Yes. I will." I nodded. My voice wasn't as shaky as before, and I could hold a steady tone for the moment. With all of them looking at me, waiting for some kind of explanation, I spoke up, "I'm sorry to have worried you all. It was never my intention. It's just that when I got here, I thought about it all, and I don't think I knew how I was going to say anything to anyone. I panicked and caused a scene. I'll be better now." I addressed to all of them, nodding as if to add to my point.

Winda's voice came through after I finished, "None of us need to be apologised to. You haven't done anything wrong. We were all just worried when you came in like that. It's not like you were causing a scene for no reason." She paused and gave half a smile, "It's just difficult for us to help you when you can't even tell us what's going on. So, now that you've calmed down a bit, maybe you could tell us?"

My ears were perked as I listened to my friend. I almost felt myself lose it again when Winda spoke, thinking about the guilt I had, even if I knew I wasn't responsible for the problem. Once she finished, I nodded to her, thanking the lioness for her contribution, "I think I can say it, of course.2 My attention turned to look past Simba at the other two lions behind him. "Simba, can you please move out the way?" He raised a brow and then noticed I was looking past him, sensing that it wasn't personal. He stood up and stepped aside, "Fikiria, Nguvu, I need you to understand that whilst it is going to be hard for me to say this, it might be even harder for you two to hear it, okay?" I looked between them, watching as confusion set in for the most part, although I could see the fear in both their eyes grow a little bit. When they exchanged the look to each other, I allowed the room to stay silent until both looked back to me. Once I was sure they wouldn't be saying anything, I let out the breath I had been holding, "Okay, good. I went back to where Rafiki was treating Kiburi, and stayed there for the night, as you will know, because Rafiki had other places to be. So, whilst being in Rafiki's care, Kiburi was under mine. He and I talked plenty before we felt the effects of the treatment, losin, to the point where we couldn't stay awake any longer." I took another deep breath, both of their eyes fixed on me as the rest in company either looked at the lions or me, "When Rafiki returned, he checked on us both, and saw no developing complications from either of us." I bit my tongue for a moment, finding it more difficult to progress with the story than when I started. I knew I had to finish it though, "When I woke up today, I fetched myself some more losin. I looked at Kiburi's wounds and saw that they had started scabbing somewhat. That's a pretty good sign of recovery. However, whilst there was some evidence of it, a lot looked like the wound was still fresh. To me, it was a little concerning, but then, it wasn't that long ago he sustained the injury. What I'm trying to say was that I was concerned. I thought to ask him about how it felt, but I decided I would let him wake up before questioning. So, when he didn't wake up after a while, I tried to wake him up." I could feel my trembling coming close to the surface as I kept eye contact with Kiburi's family. "He wouldn't wake up though." I finished.

Hearing a worrying story involving his son, Nguvu leaned in some, the worry clear in his voice, "He didn't wake up? So, your mjuzi is tending to him now?" He asked, sounding similar to when I entered the den. Next to him, I could see a similar worry was hitting Fikiria.

I felt awful for not being able to give them anything supportive to say. With my tears resurfacing, I bit my tongue again, forcing enough composure from myself. It was their moment to feel this, not mine. I stood up, looking at both of them. My expression had hardened somewhat, though I let enough of an indication show my own sadness, "Nguvu, Fikiria. I made the choice that I would be the one to say this. The royal mjuzi did offer his role in this. I declined. It is with a heavy heart that I have to tell you that your son, Kiburi, has completed his journey in the circle of life. He has joined the great kings of the past. Both of you, I am so sorry." I didn't let my own tears fall, remaining solid in front of the two Kifalme royals as I delivered the news. I could see it in Nguvu's eyes. It was heartbreak for him. I could see his entire world crash down inside. I felt awful, but I had no idea how much more it was hurting his father. It was at that moment; I could see how it had left Fikiria stunned. His eyes cast down to the ground, unable to do anything else. It looked as if he had been winded. It hurt me to see both of them like this. Nguvu could barely let a word out, just looking at me, then the ground. Even when he looked at me, it was always like he was staring into space. His first-born son that he had seen grow up. He had loved him with everything, let him know that, and never made him feel otherwise. Fikiria was starting to tear up, a sorrowful shine to the teal of his eyes. He said nothing, but I could feel his pain. He stared at the ground, and in my mind, he was picturing all the significant moments in his life where his older brother was there with him. Just as it seemed the two of them would be getting along with each other better than they had been before, all of that had been taken away. I guessed they had a lot of good memories together, though I didn't know them all. My mind pictured the two of them fighting off hyenas, leading together through the dangers. Now he had no older brother to look up to.

Whilst the two of them reeled back, I turned my attention to the others who had been present when I told them, "Rafiki and I checked after I told him what I thought. We confirmed it not long after. I really am sorry everyone. I almost didn't stop crying all the way over here." I sniffled, offering them all an apologetic expression. One by one, they all let me know I didn't need to apologise. Sensing the fallen lion's family still in shock, I gestured everyone else follow me out, "I think we should give them some time." Sarabi and Simba nodded straight away.

Simba added to my point, "You're right. Plus, I think after all those tears you let out; you might need to go to the watering hole...have a drink." He nudged me, "I'll go with you. Everyone else just keep everything normal outside here. Mother, we will need Zazu to arrive soon so he can communicate Nguvu and Fikiria's wishes with regards to Kiburi, over to Rafiki." I watched as she nodded, going to seek out the bird. Simba and I got down pride rock, separating from Sarafina and Nala. The two of them went to socialise with the other lions around, no doubt needing a distraction too. Winda peeled off the group last, heading over to my friends. Of course, we exchanged knowing looks to each other, agreeing that she would tell Tabia. Considering the feelings she had for the prince, it was going to be hard on her as well. The rest could know and support her as she came to terms with it.

Not much later, Simba and I reached the watering hole. It was just the two of us. Standing side by side, we both lapped at the liquid. Taking in the water, I could feel myself calming further. Once I had my fill, I watched the ripples fade, able to take in my reflection. That was all I needed to take myself back to the first time I saw my reflection in the Pridelands. I could see how I had grown, bringing the memories that came with that time, including the one most prominent in my mind at that point.

The new king noticed I was lost in thought, staring back at the water as my reflection did the same. He snapped me out of it by putting his own reflection in view. With that, my eyes shifted away from looking at myself, then looking into his reflection's, a sad smile on my face. Without a word, I pressed my head against him, letting his chin rest on top. For the most part, I had my eyes closed, but a small, vain part of me took a look to the water again, watching how close we held each other. If there was one thing I couldn't feel sad about, it was having the support around me. It gave me the conviction to be there for Nguvu and Fikiria. I was taken from my thoughts again as Simba dragged his tongue over my ears, prompting me to lift my head so we were staring into each other, when he licked my cheek.

"I don't think I can know how difficult that was for you." Simba sighed, holding me in again.

Of course, I was giving an equal amount of affection, feeling his strength transfer to me, allowing me to reply in a soft, controlled tone, "It wasn't easy. I didn't feel like it would be right for Rafiki to take the responsibility of telling them though. He doesn't know Fikiria and Nguvu like I do...like you do." I explained, referring to how Simba would have had his lessons with Fikiria and Nguvu there. I knew them in a different way. However, I knew Kiburi better than Simba. "Thanks for being there for me."

The golden lion let out a small chuckle, though kept his tone quiet, respecting the atmosphere of the moment. He licked at my cheek again, "Of course I'm here for you. You are my queen. You and I have been through so much together as well as apart. Your pain is my pain. We will manage it together." He moved us so that our foreheads pressed together again. Like this, I could feel his strength, but it also demonstrated his tenderness and understanding toward me.

Letting out a light giggle, I gazed into his eyes, "What would I ever do without you, hm?"

Sensing the mood was lighter, Simba let his smile grow, along with a touch of mischief, "Well, I think we saw what happened when you didn't have me there to look after you. On the ground. In tears."

"Now that's not a nice way to treat your queen. I don't always need you looking after me. I am plenty capable of taking care of myself. And if I remember, I'm the one that showed up where you were to help your sorry butt out." Both of us started grinning, amused with the small competition going on between each other. There wouldn't be a victor, but it was a nice way to distract from the sadness.

To my surprise though, Simba relented, "Okay, well, maybe it's best we say that you and I both help each other. I know there's no one else I'd rather have help from." He pressed against me a little more. "Oh, and I'm sure Rafiki understood your reasons for wanting to be the one to tell them. He is really smart. I reckon the only reason he offered was because he knew how hard it would be. I know that he and my father were good friends, so I think he understood how you felt." He finished, taking a step back to start lapping at the water again. I joined him, both of us comfortable with each other in the silence. I didn't stay there for long though, lifting my head to look in the direction of pride rock, able to see Fikiria and Nguvu sitting at the edge of the rock, their movements suggesting the father and son were talking. Even with the distance I was from them, I could feel the grief they were hit by. As Fikiria paced, his father turned his head in whichever whereabouts his son was. From where I was, I couldn't know what they were discussing, apart from knowing it would involve their fallen family member. My eyes narrowed as if it would help me. Simba lifted his head and was about to speak with me when he noticed how I was looking. He looked in the same direction as me, sussing out who were the objects of my attention for now. "Give them just a little bit longer before you go over there, okay?" He looked back to me with a knowing smile. Sometimes it would surprise me how mature he could be in these kind of situations. I found myself unable to argue with him, understanding that he was looking out for both me, and the lions on top of pride rock. I nodded back at him, allowing the two of us to spend at least a little more time together, alone.

On our way back over, I saw Winda comforting Tabia, the rest of the group having decided that crowding her wouldn't be the best thing to do. Our eyes met and she started padding towards me. Simba was just behind me, following in the same way Winda was for our friend. We met in the middle, both of us resting our heads on the other's shoulder. Tabia was the one who started weeping, to which I let her soak those tears against me. "Oh Tabia, I'm so sorry." I kept a calm, but melancholy tone, allowing my friend to let me take care of them for a change. I could see Simba was keeping his distance, standing next to Winda as both gave an approving nod to my actions.

In between sobs, Tabia was able to speak back to me, "I know we only just started speaking really, but it hurts so much. Every time I think of how bad I feel, I remember that he has a young sister who he will never get the chance to see grow up...I just think how I'm crying over something that wasn't even really there. They've actually lost family. I'm just some stupid lioness who thought she might have a chance." Her tone got more aggressive the longer she went on.

I shook my head and stepped back bringing us face to face, "You have just as much right to feel upset. I know how you felt about him. If you didn't feel that he felt something either, then you wouldn't be as upset as you are." I consoled, seeing her heartbroken face. The tear stains made me think of how I looked when I first came back into the den to tell everyone. "I can't know how you feel for sure."

Finishing what I was going to say became impossible with the other lioness cutting me off, "You and Kiburi were friends though. Close friends." She paused for a moment, thinking, "Weren't you the last one to be with him before it happened?" Her head tilted; the question earning her a nod. "Did he talk about me?" She asked, letting me feel the pressure to answer with Simba and Winda watching on.

"Well, it's a little hard in all this to remember what we talked about. What was it? We talked about what it would be like when he came to visit here as king. We talked about what it would be like for him to get home again, how would things change now that he helped win a war against a tyrant." My smile started to grow when I thought of those topics, picturing Kiburi, alive and well, looking over his kingdom. Reality came back to me though when I had a still distraught looking Tabia waiting for an answer, "He did talk about you a little bit. He said he wasn't sure at first, but he had a good feeling about you after the two of you spent time together before the fight. I don't know everything that happened, but he was letting out a little smile." A light chuckle escaped my lips, "I think a part of him was wondering why he hadn't spent more time with you before." This gave the teary lioness enough reason to smile again. Off to the side, again, the other two gave subtle indication of their approval.

As fast as that smile came, it went again as she reduced to tears. Winda stepped in, getting to Tabia's side, "I'll speak to you all later." Winda nodded and ushered our friend away whilst I started my ascent up pride rock to meet where Kifalme's king and prince still were. My ears perked when I remembered Simba was with me. Looking back to him, I spoke, "You don't have to be here for this. I'll be fine now. I just need to speak with them."

Simba wasn't so keen to walk away though, "I'm coming with you. I think this is a conversation I should also be there for...if only just to be able to walk you or any of them away in tears." He explained.

Having him join the talk, even in the background wasn't part of my plan, but I could tell he wasn't going to budge, so with a roll of my eyes, I sighed and accepted, "Fine. I suppose there isn't an issue with you being part of this. Please, stop treating me as if I'm a cub you need to look after." The final statement I made was half teasing, but also there was an element of seriousness to it. I was starting to feel that just because of the circumstance and my injury, that he was starting to be more attentive, which was good, but I could see it was going to get to the point I would be suffocated by his kindness. To be fair to him, he gave no argument, accepting my request, though it didn't mean he wouldn't go back on it, assuming it was the right thing to do anyway. I wasn't about to lecture him.

The two of us approached the Kifalme royals, "Nguvu, am I welcome to talk with you and Fikiria?" I asked, prompting the king to look back, though his son didn't do the same. He gestured for us to sit beside him, overlooking the Pridelands, which we did. "Fikiria, how are you doing?" I peered round.

The young prince looked my way for a short amount of time, "What do you think?" He huffed, looking up to the sky afterwards. It looked like the shimmer had gone from those beautiful eyes of his.

Nguvu came into my view, "Don't take what my son says to heart. Thank you for checking on us, we do appreciate it. In answer to your question though, I think Fikiria may need some more time to give you an exact answer, though I'm sure you can understand why he doesn't feel up to talking too much right now." I nodded, confirming my understanding of the situation. "I think I might find it difficult to describe how I feel, so excuse me whilst I try to." He cleared his throat, already feeling the emotion of it hit him, "When Kiburi was born, I was overjoyed. I didn't know I could love someone so much and feel like I had to be there for everything they did. I wanted to always be there with him. I love all my children with this much intensity. I know their mother does as well. Kiburi was my first time knowing what it felt like to have your own child. The fact is that I would do anything for them. When Kiburi was just a young cub, he wasn't the stern lion you met. He had the mind of an adventurer. There was one day when he went on one of his travels. I was so scared something had happened to him that I had the entire pride search for him. The cub had gotten himself back home without even a scratch on him. When I got to see him again, I broke into tears. It was a huge relief to know that my son was safe. Just the thoughts that went through my head when that happened, they were terrible. It was something I didn't want to go through again. No parent wants to have those worries about their child. I started to realise what my father had told me about how his priorities changed when he became a parent. It was true, my duties were to my kingdom, but also to my family. I'm sure that any parents could tell you that their worst fear is that they outlive their own children. It is something that if we thought about too much, it would keep us from sleeping. So, when you told me what had happened to Kiburi, I felt the pain of all those fears hit me at once. The pain comes from all the things I wish I could have done, but also with the memories we were yet to make. I will never have the chance to see him grow into the king I knew he could be. Does that answer your question, Tishala?" He looked to me.

My response came soon after, a sombre nod at him, "Yes, thank you. Thank you for sharing that story with us." I gestured to Simba and me, "Kiburi will always be remembered for what he did for the Pridelands as long as those who knew of him are alive. I'll make sure of that. Without him, we might not have been able to take back the Pridelands." There was a little smile forming from us at that, "I really am sorry that Rafiki and I couldn't do more to help him."

He shook his head, "I know just how much work your mjuzi did. Remember, Fikiria and I did spend a good amount of time with Kiburi, and Rafiki was there whilst we did." He showed a smile, huffing out a chuckle, "That time spent was rare. It isn't often I get to feel just like a father with his two sons. Even when you aren't there, he spoke of you with high regard. Both of you. For the most part, I was able to just spend time with my sons. We were telling jokes, speaking of stories amongst other things. There was no mention of royal duties or anything of the sort. We needed to do that more often. We would have occasional updates from Rafiki, who would tell us that it appeared my son was recovering. That's part of the reason why it came as such a shock when you informed us. It didn't help that the three of us had spent such a normal time together that we forgot the reality of the situation. Perhaps if I were more aware, I would have spent my time in a different way. Maybe we wouldn't. As much as it hurts, I know that he wouldn't want any of us to stay still for too long." He looked across to Simba and me, "I sincerely hope that when you two are parents, you will never have to go through what I am going through right now." He nodded. Simba and I looked at each other for a second, not saying anything, but both agreeing to acknowledge and accept his wishes for us.

Letting out a sigh, I gazed across the Pridelands from where I sat on pride rock. "Thank you. I know Simba and I hold the same sentiment."

Almost as soon as I had finished, Nguvu started speaking again, "Fikiria have made the decision that we will return to Kifalme with Kiburi. We agreed that it would be best if we can put him to rest in his homeland. It also gives us the chance to let Amali and my daughter to say goodbye as well."

Hearing his plan, I had no choice but to nod, "I had considered that might be something you'd want to do. When I left, I asked if Rafiki could find some way to preserve Kiburi. I'm sure he will have done a respectful job of it. I guess you'll be leaving as soon as you can?"

The Kifalme king confirmed for me, "We will leave later on today. I think the best time would be once the air starts to cool. Fikiria and I will require some of our own pride to come back with us. I am aware that some are getting homesick as things are. No doubt this news will only increase that. We will ask everyone, but I shall make sure enough of my pride remain to help you recover the Pridelands. I've seen that some of my lions and lionesses have taken well to these lands. I'll also give those who stay the chance to say goodbye to their prince, and to many, a friend." He sighed, his mind clearly on his late child, "We shouldn't waste time. Fikiria and I will inform all our pride members. I will speak to Sarabi about the decision that has been made." His eyes fell back on me, "Tishala, I could see how hard it was for you to tell us what happened. I thank you for being the one who was with him in his final moments. I have no doubt you would have made him feel at ease, even if no one was aware of what was to come. I want to extend that thanks to you, because when telling us, you were sensitive and wise enough to let our family grieve before trying to interact too much." I was about to remind them that it was only because of Simba I was able to get myself away from them, but Nguvu beat me to it, "Simba demonstrated the understanding of a great king. The fact you didn't question him showed me that you knew it was the right thing to do. I know Fikiria hasn't said much, but he appreciated it too. The pains of grief affect us all in different ways, so thank you for being sensitive to each of ours."

Simba and I nodded in understanding, "Simba?" I asked, getting his attention, "I think it would be best if you accompanied Fikiria as he searches for the lions he needs to tell." I waited to see him agree, that response not taking any longer than a second as he processed my words. After that, Nguvu started to move away from the edge of pride rock. "Nguvu, I'll head back over to Rafiki's to see if I can help. I'll do all I can to help him. I'll come get you when we have Kiburi ready." After saying it, I could see the fresh hurt in his eyes, but he steeled himself and agreed with a short bow of his head. With that, we all took to our roles.

Simba, Sarabi and I stood from the edge of pride rock, the sun starting its descent in the sky, casting its glow over the land as a gentle breeze made itself known. Below us, we watched as Nguvu, Fikiria and a number of their pride members had gathered to start their journey back to Kifalme. To my surprise, the large majority of Kifalme lions had decided to stay in the Pridelands for the time being. When asked, they insisted that it would have been what Kiburi would have wanted them to do. Even when Nguvu would insist with them that none would be judged for coming back. Whilst his son would have wanted their task to be finished, he would never stand in the way of those who wanted to return home. Armed with this knowledge, many of them remained with their initial opinion. Having been informed by some of the pride members themselves, Simba and I expressed our gratitude and respected their decision. We knew none of them had to tell us anything. Neither of us could be sure why they felt the need to tell us their decision, but I had a feeling it was due to their awareness of our friendship with their fallen heir. It was like they wanted to do one last thing for him out of respect.

To me, it almost felt like I was a silent intruder; watching them from above as they all paid respects to Kiburi. His body had been brought to the bottom of pride rock, though Rafiki and I had worked to cover his body with a mass of different flora, the mandrill binding them together so that it would stay but could be broken once they arrived home. We had done our best to make sure his body would be preserved. At first when the lions came to pay their respects, I had to lean against Simba, who supported me as I watched, holding back any tears. At first, Kifalme pride members were the only ones coming by, but it soon changed that even Pridelanders were showing up, giving their thanks. They were all aware he was a significant component in helping end the reign they lived through. Among them, Nala and Sarafina played their part, even conversing with Fikiria and Nguvu respectively.

"King Nguvu, prince Fikiria." Sarabi announced to them, gaining the attention of everyone there, "We wish you well on your travel back to your homeland. I know I can speak for everyone here when I say that you have our condolences. Whilst your departure from the Pridelands is sudden; no matter the difficulty this may bring for any of us, we know that matters of family will be a highest priority."

Sarabi stopped, but the silence didn't hold with Simba speaking up, "I couldn't agree with my mother's words more. You didn't need our approval to make this decision. For a lion as inspirational as Kiburi, or even down to a lion with humble lifestyle, their family is most important. We are saddened that you will be leaving us, but if the roles were reversed, I know the same curtesy would be extended to us. Although you leave us on a sad occasion, we hope to see you at a more joyous one. I know we would be honoured to see you all return when Tishala and I are united as king and queen, whenever that may be. Until then and beyond, we will carry prince Kiburi in our thoughts." After finishing, he made sure that Fikiria and Nguvu were looking at him, his expression full of empathy toward them.

Feeling the occasion hit me, I couldn't keep silent, "I want to repeat the words that the king and his mother have said, but I feel they may come across empty. I know we can't ever take back what has happened. Even though I wish I could find a way, I know that's not possible." I sighed, feeling my heavy heart as I continued, "What I'm trying to get across is that, whilst we can't change what has happened, we can move forward, carrying the ideals, values and beliefs that we admired about Kiburi. There were so many things I learned from him, and whilst I know he wouldn't have wanted this fate, I know he would be encouraging me, telling me that I couldn't hold myself back because of it. If we can all carry with us something about him, then he will never really be gone. He may not have been a king, but that takes nothing away from his greatness. He was a great lion and a greater friend." I finished, sniffling at the end as I found the emotions bubbling to the surface. Simba rested one of his paws on top of mine, getting me to look at him, where he nodded his approval of what I said.

When I was speaking though, I didn't feel nervous, or worried. There was one thing I was focused on the whole time. Just one spot ahead of me. Looking down, I had my eyes fixed there, even if I moved my head a little. I found it inescapable. The entire time I relayed my thoughts to them, I had a pair of teal eyes staring back into mine. Even from that distance, our eyes were locked. It was like there were inches between us. Fikiria was looking back at me, all his emotions coming to me through his eyes, even as his expression never shifted. I could see how scared he felt, having to walk forward without his brother there for him. With everything I could feel from him, I wanted to rush down there and embrace him. I wanted to hold him close, comfort him. I knew I couldn't do that though. We both knew it wouldn't be the right time, and we were just overwhelmed with grief at this point. Still, I could see in his eyes that he wanted the same thing as I did. It was strange to think that we both had our own groups to support us, but in that moment, we only wanted to be there to help each other. After finishing, our eyes stayed locked on for a couple of seconds, just short enough to not give anything away to anyone, and just before they left each other's gaze, the young prince gave me a subtle nod.

Not long after, Kiburi was hoisted onto his father's back, a couple more lions by his side to support in carrying. Fikiria was leading them all a little further, a couple lionesses flanking either of his sides, though with a comfortable distance apart from him. Watching them leave, I felt a fresh wave of despair run over me, about to tear up when I felt a familiar breeze circle around me. Once I caught sight of it, the wind rushed over Simba's mane, then it went around Sarabi before heading away in the direction of the lions leaving. Sarabi kept her eyes on me, "It's okay to grieve. You can grieve all you need to. Remember though, you and Simba have a kingdom to restore." She shot me a warm smile, "Everyone will always be willing to help you though. As you said, it would be the prince's wish to see you move on. I will do everything I can to make that easy for you. As you go on, the Pridelands will improve and the two of you will need to continue leading it. The next time you see the Kifalme royal family will be at your coronation. I have no doubt at that moment you will be able to share in celebration as well as remembrance together. You can all honour Kifalme's heir in your own ways." She explained, doing her best to comfort and enthuse both Simba and I, though it was clear she directed most of it to me.

I nodded in agreement with her, my mind running over what she had been saying. We didn't know how long it would take for the Pridelands to get to the point that Simba and I would be officially joined as king and queen, but from what I gathered, there would still be some time. Talking about when we would next see them, I wondered how different we might be at that time. I found myself looking forward to that time for more than one reason. It was only recently that I really bought into the idea of a ceremony for mine and Simba's union together. It gave all the Pridelands further hope. A small smile crept on my face as I looked out to the lions walking away, thinking when they would be returning, smiles on their faces, all looking different, in particular Fikiria and his sister. I looked forwards to being able to look into those beautiful eyes once more. As I thought about him, Sarabi's words echoed, mentioning Kifalme's heir. That was when it dawned on me. I hadn't considered it before, but now, Fikiria was the crown prince, whether he wanted to be or not. Looking ahead to the prince leading his group home, I frowned a little, wondering how he would cope with his new role.

"I'll see you soon."

A/N: Well, there it is, another chapter. I'll say two things: Simba will a little less awkward at giving speeches and Tishala will eventually be able to move on, although she will never forget. I own none of the Lion King, that's all Disney. This was the hardest chapter for me to write, just because of the themes it falls into, but at the same time, it was a lot of fun to write as well. I have actually decided that there will be a follow up story after this one, but this story isn't finished yet, so stay tuned! Please, let me know what you think and leave a review, I'd love to know what you think of this all so far. I'm trying to keep to the at least once a month update, so I'll see you next time!