+Kellin, well lets hope Scar is being straight forward and doesn't have any more plans up his sleeves.

+Faith, Thank for the review, and this will probably be a long story lol, but not too long, I want to make sure I get everything I can think of in it, so you guys can see the plot developing.

+emmanuella iroka, thanks for following my story I hope you continue to enjoy it!

Chapter 10

On her walk back home empty handed, Sarabi felt a hurt in her heart she could not describe, and a hurt in her groin that she knew all too well. He was so close in her grasps she thought, she had played her cards right and has done everything he wanted, but it seemed like her game wasn't enough and he had played her. there was no way she was going to call for Rafiki to swear in the lioness and her cubs, no way. It was bad enough she had let herself get tricked by Scar in her weakness, and weak still- she cannot have it so again. now she had to weigh her options, which was safer for Simba? Obviously, she felt it was with her no doubt, but by which mean would she get him. She could not for the life of her, get herself to lay with her brother for even a single night-not again. It was becoming too risky for her. not only her body but for Simba, what if Zira had found out. Then what would she do, take her anger out on a king who can defend himself easily, or the helpless cub of the mother he chooses to bed over his queen. It was not hard for Sarabi to figure out which action the lioness would do, to get her revenge. She felt the pit of her stomach ache with just thinking the thought of someone putting their paws on her son. She shook the notion from her head, as she walked down the path back towards home. It was still morning, but the wind didn't blow in the trees. It was all so still, so lifeless until her red eyes caught something sneaking passed in the brushes. It was headed in the direction of pride rock. She stayed focused on it but walked from a distance. She didn't know what the animals was that was moving…until she saw a creamy colored tail. With one quickly scope of her large paw, Sarabi snatch up the sneaky cub that had traveled some ways from their home. "Nala?" she asked, "what are you doing out here? Are you alone?" she placed the cub down.

"Oh...hi Sarabi...umm uh…no."

"Oh, then who's with you?"

"uh…my mom." She tried to convince. "Zazu?" but nothing she said worked, Nala was a terrible liar and couldn't lie to save her life. "Okay…I'm by myself…"

"Why are you out here, alone. You know there are hyenas."

"I know Queen Sarabi but" the lioness ears flickered when hearing the so called title, but the cub did not notice "…I was worried when you didn't come back. I thought you and Simba both were in trouble."

"So you thought you'd be the lone hero and save us?" the cub shrugged her shoulder, she didn't have much of a plan, but she did have the drive and the innocence to try. "I'm fine dear."

"I know" she chimed realizing it. then she asked "Where Simba? Did you find him? Is he coming home?" the eagerness ran all in her young voice. " I can help you find him, I was always better at playing hide and seek than he was." She informed.

"I don't think you can help me Nala, but I'm glad you want to. you miss him?" she nodded slowly. It had only been a day but she felt like he hadn't seen him in years. Her best buddy was gone, a part of her was gone. She couldn't understand the feelings she felt- knowing what they truly meant, but she knew she had to act on them. They told her to go find Simba. That was her best friend, and her job is to always be there for him.

"Will Scar give him back soon?"

"I…I don't know." She looked down at the ground as she and the cub continued to walk back home. Then Nala voiced her complaint with nothing but distain for her new…king.

"I don't like Scar…or his new family."

"Nala, you can't say that."

"Why? He let the hyenas in, and his stupid son is a mean jerk and got Simba in trouble!...I hope he gets eaten by the hyenas" Sarabi raised a brow to the cub, it wasn't like her to be so sinister. But she was catching on quick to what the others adults were saying. She watched them, she listened and learned, the adults didn't like anything that was happening. She even heard some lionesses blame it on Sarabi. Her mother never did, but she would hear others say things were all Sarabi fault. She didn't like when they said this, she loved Sarabi and wanted to be like her. she got a lead a whole pride and everyone liked her…so the cub thought. "You'll always be my favorite queen…I don't care what anybody says." Nala was speaking to herself, but Sarabi could more or less hear her as she voiced her little opinion. Sarabi didn't respond to it, she didn't know how to. She didn't like she could, or should. It was now something so foreign to her to be called queen, even though she had been called it most of her life. Now lioness felt as if that were all a perfect dream, but she was finally waking up to this as her true reality. They walked home in silence.

While still with Zira and her cubs at the waterhole, Simba was at a loss of words and emotions. Knowing the truth, it hurt him, he felt wronged, and he felt that it wasn't fair. The only person he knew he would tell would be his mother, she would make this right again. Simba sat alone, in the shade of a tree, pawing with his own paws. One paw meant to tell his mother, the other paw meant 'keep Vitanis' secret'. Both seemed to be even in his mind. He knew what Zira had done was wrong, and someone should be accountable for it. she should be accountable for it. It is the right thing to do, but on the other paw. Vitnai told him he can't tell anyone or else she'd get in trouble. She was his friend now and you can't break the friend code. Those are just the rules. And he is one to keep the honorable code of the friend rule. The orange cub was so caught up with his paws, and figuring out a plan, he didn't even notice the brown cub standing in front of him. It was only when he noticed the tapping of her paw on the ground that he had seen her face. She was most likely standing there for some time before Simba had looked up and noticed. "What are to you doing?" she asked.

"Nothing, Just thinking." He said. In the far off distance, Zira was working on some things with Nuka. Hunting maybe? From the looks of it, Simba could tell he wasn't all that good. In fact, Simba was probably way better than him at hunting and fighting, at least in his mind that is what he thought. " What?" he noticed she was still looking at him.

"What are you thinking about? You have been thinking about it all morning." She chimed, sitting down right in front of him. "You missed Nuka and I sparring lesson, I won!...as I always do." She chimed proudly, this made him think of Nala, and how she was always beating him at…everything. Especially fighting, she was so good at it naturally. "He's not a challenge for me." she then noticed him thinking again. "Hello, Simba?"

"Huh sorry."

"What are you thinking about that has your head in the clouds?"

"It's nothing." Vitani raised a brow. He sighed, he knew she would keep asking him, and for some reason, he found it hard to keep things to himself, especially over pressing matters. "Fine, it's about what you told me earlier, I can't get it out of my head."

"What? Of adults lying?"

"No, the other thing…with your mom." Vitani grew quiet.

"…what about it?"

"I…I don't think it's fair." He voiced.

"So, a lot of stuff not fair," she tested. "But there's nothing you can do about it."

"Whaifof there is." He voiced. She didn't like the sound of that.

"what like…telling someone?" Simba nodded his head. "No!" she roared in a very hushed voice, thought clenched teeth " You can't tell anyone, I'll get in trouble- you promised me!..."

"I know but Vitani this is big news, somebody has to know-"

"No, you're not telling anyone!"

"No, I have to do the right thing! If you come with me, and tell the truth you won't get in trouble-"

"That's not how it works Simba! You can't tell on my mom…" she breathed, almost breathlessly though. Her dark green eyes peering into his red ones. He was going to tell on her… there was something in his eyes that told her. The goodness in them, for wanting to do things just and right. But it didn't matter how long she tried to explain to him, that life wasn't fair and to just get over it. Simba had never experience mistreatment like she had, she knew to just roll with the punches, literally. Simba did not, he wanted to fight them. Fight against the wrong doing. It was only right. He didn't have to tell her he was going to do it, she just knew and before the cub before her to get up. She, with all her little might and furiously nature, tackled him to the ground. Simba head smacked the warm ground hard as the two began fighting.

The silence that ran between to the two slowly started to fade as a voice in the distance was calling. It was Sarafina. She along, with another pride sister were out, calling the cub. The two exchanged glances, cub and the once pride lands queens. Nala knew she would be in for world awaken when she faced her mother. Sarabi knew too, the cub had to learn her lesson the hard way, but Sarabi would still have her back. They walked into the clearing, first Sarabi and then Nala. Her head hung low when she and her mother made eye contact. "Nala, there you are, where have you been you had me worried sick!"

"I know…"

"Where were you?"

"I…" she couldn't answer, truthfully. And for Nala to try to come up with some lie would not save her from her mother wrath. So Sarabi intervened, she knew getting it out now, would be a lot faster.

"She was out near priderock, Sara."

"Pride rock? What were you doing there- they're hyenas all about, I told you not to go everything without telling me!" the cub shivered. Sarafina sighed and rolled her eyes slowly. "Go to the den, now." Without any hesitation Nala when scampering to the den, tail tucked between her legs. She had gotten off easy. "we tell them one thing and they do another…" the blue eyed lioness calmed herself, placing a paw on her head. She knew like that, within an instance, life could change for the better or worse, and now with things the way they are, she could only think of the worse. She could get snatched up and eaten, or take to so cave and tortured- anything could happen. You never know, she tried so hard to make her daughter life easy and carefree- not having to worry about a thing, but now. It was getting tricky. She didn't want to strike fear in daughters' little mind, but she needed her to think more. "Do you know why she was out there?" she finally asked. Sarabi nodded.

"She thought Simba and I were in trouble, she came to save us." Her mother couldn't help but smile at the good gesture of her sweet girl. "So, you can't be too mad."

"No…I guess I can't" her cub was safe at home, Sarabi's cubs wasn't. and by the looks of her returning emptied pawed, she guesses things didn't go over as she planned. "Simba?" she asked, curiously even though she knew the answer. Sarabi shook her head. "what happened, what did he say?"

"He told me, I could get Simba back once I got Rafiki to swear Zira and their cubs in…"

"No…no, no you aren't going to…right?" Sarabi said nothing. "You'll be going exactly what they want…"

"I know… and as long as he still has my son I'll continued to do what he wants." She didn't have to go into details of her submitting herself to her, but Sara could already figure it out. Those things came with controlling one power, she hated it though.

"You need you be careful." She advised.

"I know, and I am." She was not going to subject herself to him every again, that was for sure. But she needed to be careful still, because Scar ad ears everywhere. If she had planned anything, spoke of anything, they would be sure to tell him. And they were everywhere she had no free place to go, where a form of Scar wasn't. The hyenas always reported on the lionesses, it was like the hyena favorite pass time, to talk and gossip about the lioness to Scar. This only giving him more idea about them in his head. He could not be too trusting.

"Come." Sarabi heard the voice, Sarafina could see she had wadding pressure on her mind. She must feel so alone. "Let's go inside, we'll talk about it, together."

The stone-cold floor was such an inviting feeling. The total opposite to the hot Savanah weather around him, Scar spent most of his time, lazing around until the cooler evening hours. The king laid spread out. This was the life he thought, everything was so comfortable. He had everything his mother told him he would not have, and then some. Hyenas doing his every bidding, lionesses at the tip of his claws- whether they realized it or not. A Queen, well, a lioness who was utterly devoted to him, giving his heirs…even if they were the heir he did not want, per say. We all know he wanted his true heir to be had by the lioness he truly loved. Yet he knew in his heart with every seed he put in her, she worked feverish it take it out. Oh well. He has his twins, they can be of some use, just yet. Nuka is young, so much like Scar…actually too much like him. Sometimes Scar though his daughter Vitani would be the better chose- only because he knew what it took to change him. How hate drove him, how jealous changed him, and how fear, can keep one safe. He doubts Nuka has that in him. And being the eldest, what did he have to be jealousy about…but Vitani now, that was different. but before the king could continue ponder one about his cub, Zira came storming in. He sat up, Nuka came running in before her with a look on his face, Vitani was dangling from her jaws.

"What happened?" he asked.

"He happened…"

"He?"

"Yes, that nephew of yours!" Scar looked to his daughter face, she was a fighter no doubt, but the orange cub gave her a run for her money. With a busted lip and scratches on her nose and cheek. This must had been quiet the battle. Scar petted his daughter along her back, she said nothing, her pride a little bruised.

"What did he do?"

"He got mad at me and fought me." she protested, which wasn't a lie…even if she was the one who got made and started it, Simba still fought back and it was Zira who had to break up the cubs. "I was just trying to be his friend daddy-"

"I told you, you are not to be friends with him!" then Scar noticed, the cub they were talking about was nowhere to be found.

"Where is he?"

"Outside!" voiced Nuka, "You should have seen mom dad, she gave it to him!" his voice was a like an ever increasing roller coaster ride. " I was about to step in to a-"

"What did you say?" he interrupted.

"uh she um…" now he knew he had said something he shouldn't.

"Get him, now." Scar order. Nuka had to problem leaving and doing what he was told. The brown lion bit as his lip, and his mate saw this. Whenever he bit on lip, it meant he was mad.

"I Scar –"

"Don't talk to me." he put a paw before her face, because he knew that she had messed up. slowly they heard the sound of small paws padding the ground. Soon after, Nuka came back into the den, with a limping Simba, right behind. He came in front of his uncle. He too had a busted lip, which was more sere than Vitani, with a huge reddish bruise on his face to match. Scar could even smell the blood from around him. " what did you do?" he was talking to Zira.

"He was attacked our daughter so I had to do something."

"So you burst the boys face in!"

"No- ugh, he is no concern to me!" she confessed, steaming she couldn't understand why he cared so much. "He is her son-"

"She was the one that was going to make YOU queen." He told her. he tapped his claws on the ground. "But with him returning like this, so can kiss that good bye." Zira was shocked.

"I...we, don't need her!" the brown closed his eyes and thought, long and hard. When he opened his eyes he asked his nephew this.

"I want you to watch." He ordered, he watched as his uncle turned around and stroke his mate in the face, the same spot to where she had struck him. The cubs heart raced, he could not believe want he had just seen. He felt water rise in his own eyes as Zira stammered from the floor, wiping her lip and blood. With the same paw he used to strike Zira he used to same to notion to Simba to come here. He did, after a long while of being frozen. Scar placed a paw over him roughly. "Did you like that?" Simba said nothing but watched emotionally on. looking at the red blood that dripped from her lip, he could smell it, taste it. "Did you like watching me strike her to the ground as she did you?" hesitantly Simba shook his head, yes, he felt wrong doing so. Scar smiled. "I knew you would, because you're a smart boy. Aren't you?" Simba shook hid head again, he thought he was pretty smart, his mother would tell him so all the time. "There's a good lad, why don't you come on a walk with your Uncle Scar, eh?" with a simple push, he slide Simba forward to his feet. The cub awkwardly forward his uncle out the den entrance, not looking back at the hissing lioness.

Slowly, a small cream cub existed her den, her head still lowered, it had been some time now, and she had finally gone over what she had done in her head. And how dangerous it was. When Nala found her mother among the other lioness that stayed out of the den she approached her slowly. "Mama?" she asked. Sarafina turned her head when hearing her title. "I'm sorry for leaving, I knew better. I knew it was dangerous with the Scar hyenas, but I didn't think about it like that…" she could have continued but her mother knew she got the point in her lesson, it was a dangerous world and ever more dangerous so for female cubs- she knew life would never be fair for her. "Um mama, now that you're not mad at me anymore….can I get something to eat?" she chimed with a wide smile. It was late noon now, and nobody wanted to leave for the hunt, the large adults were more of less content with their last small kill. But with an always hungry cub on their paws, they had too.

"Sure dear, would you like to tell Sarabi to rally the lionesses?" she asked, usually that was for the adults to call everyone together. Nala felt honored for the great responsibility.

"Yes!" she took off eagerly to find her queen. Her mother laughed and watched as her little girl went dashing around to find the eyed red lioness. Within a moment, she did find her, sitting alone, looking as If she was thinking. She asked Sarabi if she could rally the lionesses for a hunt. Sarabi herself had even forgotten all about it really, it was still morning but it seemed like the day had already gone on forever. She rose slowly and followed the cub back to the main center in front of the den. She rallied her pride sisters, asking those who wanted to come on the hunt to join. They had been breaking the party up recently to hide their numbers, so greedy hyenas wouldn't spot them and be so bold as to try to steal their kill. As she asked a few lionesses came forward, Basha and A'isha. Sarafina was going to go on the night hunt along with her other pride sisters to give the others a break. The trio was set, and the trio left. On this hunt, something felt different, odd. Things were not as they should be, was they trio roamed the territory they began to notice how empty the grazing areas where. The wildebeest and gazelle, the zebra and antelope…all gone. Nowhere near their normal grazing areas. It was taking them some time, just to find a scent to track. This concerned then, as they came cross bone for bone of dead animals. Scattered everywhere, in a massive killing.

"Sarabi, look." The lioness notion to the direction of the downward hillside, where they saw an entire small heard of antelope, dead, massacred. Some not even all the way eaten, just torn in half and left to bake in the sun with its host of a million dirty flies. This was not good. They traveled more into the distance, along their territory, finally stumbling upon a herd of zebra. But the zebra of the herds was nowhere the size it should be. They were nearing the end of the summer months, the countless young the mother zebras had should be strong yearlings by now. Increasing the herd by more than half. But their number was the same…if not a tad smaller. This was not good at all, if they were going to survive the dry winter season. Where only the strong thrive.

"We have to tell Scar." She notion, turning in a huff forgetting all about the hunt. The others followed quickly began as they faced more important matters. Scar little hyenas were running a muck right under his nose, destroying the herds and the lands, and he hadn't even noticed.

Paws could be heard coming up the long path of pride rock, Simba and his uncle had just returned from their walking. As they approached the steps the brown lion look down on his nephew, while the boy looked to in distance, his face showing all emotions of fear and aw. The inside of his head storming about what he was just told and saw from his uncle, his world flipped upside down. Scar laughed to himself, seeing the little one trip out over something he thought was so small, something that wouldn't phase him as a cub, this news was tearing poor Simba apart. He could even see the glimmer of tears swelling in his eyes. That boy was soft, like his father, but something told Scar he's not as dumb as he was. He began t speak. "Now son, I only told you what I did because I care about you. You are very important to me, you understand?" Simba shook his head drily, not because he wasn't paying attention, but bemuse he couldn't shake what was happening in his mind. His eyes still wide, mouth dry. "Simba Simba, it's okay-" he was cut off when he saw three approaching hyena. Jett, Black and…not like he really cared what their names were. But it was three of them, and they all wore the same expression on their face. "What is it?" he asked at they drew closer.

"The lionesses sir." One said, Black, maybe. "We spouting them heading this way, they don't look too pleased, and Sarabi leading them." How is it possible that one lioness name could make his heart flutter like a cub crush, but then make his stomach sick as a dog.

"What do they want?"

"We don't know." The king looked into the distance.

"Stay here." He ordered, and they did as they were told, none noticing however that Simba had snuck off to hide behind the rocks. As the trio got closer Scar could see the look of annoyance or maybe disgust on their face, knowing the lionesses it was probably both. A mixture of emotions of -whatever they were feeling, he knew how lionesses could be, feeling one way and then another. "Why, isn't it for favorite trio of lionesses, Sarabi and A'isha, and… well you know I'm not good with names." He spoke, he just looked like a fool in the eyes of the lionesses, how could he not know the members in his own pride?

"Scar we need to talk." Voiced Sarabi, serious, and this time it wasn't about Simba. This did have him intrigued.

" Yes?" she then looked to the dogs behind him, voicing her anger.

"Scar your dogs are going to destroy the pride lands." his demeanor changed from being one of concern and interest to one of, not caring, great he thought. These lionesses are going to tell me- a true blood male and king, what is happening to my own kingdom, please, a king needing help from lionesses.

"How? Might I ask?"

"They are over hunting."

"Please…" he voiced. "They do just fine." Brushing off the matter, great, more noise to just waste his time. But the look on Sarabi face was adamant.

"Because they are pleasing themselves whenever they want- have you no seen the herds Scar? They should be twice the numbers they are not, and they are not!"

"And? So some numbers are down, big deal!" voiced a dog from behind. "We gotta lot of mouths to feed."

"Those numbers have to sustain us until the winter months are over, and they are slowly approaching, or have you forgot?" testy wasn't she. "If you don't get a control over your dogs they will starve us before the dry season even starts!"

"It sounds like to me, Sarabi, you're trying to tell me how to do my own job?" the brown lion did not like being talked down to, like some cub, some idiot, he was Scar a king, a leader, he was no idiot. She needed to know when to hold her tongue, but at this point, she couldn't. In that short time of losing her mate and son, now she is forced to watch her home die in ruins before her? and she is expected to do nothing about it, just sit there and watch these greedy animals take over her lands, Mufasa lands, her sons lands? No.

"Sounds like?...I'm not trying to tell you how to do your job Scar, I AM telling you how to do your job! But it seems like you bit off more than you can chew and the crown doesn't fit!-" he struck her. The back of his mom colliding with her jaw. The force was so sudden and fast no one saw it coming. The lionesses bared their teeth at their king as they ran over to Sarabi aid. She was shaken and her head in a daze, she had thought she had gone crazy from the blow when she saw a small figure peeking out beside the rock. Red watery orbs staring down at her. "..s…simba?" voice cracking. "Simba!" all eye turned were directed to the hovering cub behind the rock. With a quick nod of the head, Scar ordered one of the hyenas to bring the boy forward. So he did.

"Look what you made me do, Sarabi! And in front of the boy…" the hyena placed him done right beside Scar. The cubs mother fought to get up, but an old injury of Scar first attack began to flare up as she lost the control in her shoulder. "Oh, how I wish she hadn't seen that." The king chimed, Sarabi reached out a paw. As he got closer, Sarabi could see the look on her sons face, the bruises… her heart stopped, her pride sisters heart stopped when they saw the cub.

"Come here son…" she voiced almost a plea and breaking with the tears building. "Come here." Sarabi two pride sisters watched hopelessly and wary as the mother called for her cub, but all he did was sit there, frozen. Looking at his mother, like she was a stranger to him. "Simba!" she cried, "w-what did he do to you?!" the cub turned his face away, hiding his blacken face. This was Scar move. As he pushed Simba back behind him more, he spoke.

"Hmm, seems like the boy wants to stay with me-"

"He doesn't!" she roared before he could even finish his sentence. "Simba come here, please!" he faintly shook his head, a single tear running down his face.

"…Odd, don't you want to got to mommy?" he asked his nephew, Simba felt a claw in his back. "W-why? Doesn't she love you? And protect you from those bad hyenas? Oh!" as if remembering something he forgot. "Those damn hyenas…running all about and out of my control." He gave a signal, and the hyenas charged the trio. "Stop!" then they backed off. "Oh never mind, go." One hyena chopped it's fangs right in front of the fallen lionesses face, only stopping because he was told to do so, and not a moment too soon. "Stop!" again the king cried. The lionesses all on edge, from being toyed with my Scar sick manipulating mind. "Seems to me, like I have them under control Sarabi." He watched as the lionesses breathed fearfully. "Go along now, run to your mother. Go on, run to her." he egged Simba father and farther away from him, pushing him to pass the uncertain look of the larger hyenas. They snarled at him, they scared him. He ran back to his uncle side. "Why, don't you want to go to your mother side? Help out your old mommy?" Scar words cut at Sarabi hard, like a stab to the heart, only because she could see the turmoil it caused her son. "You can save her…just go, run up to her." but he didn't he stayed glued to him uncle side, even clutching his tail. "You don't want to go back to mommy, do you?" he finally asked. Simba shook his head faintly saying no, if you blinked you would miss it. But it was clear as day to everyone watching, and it played over and over again in his mother head. What had happened to him? This wasn't right… Sarabi got up slowly, growling. Her sister at her side, Scar looked at her rise, unparsed.

"I'll...I'll kill you!- what did you do to my son!" the Basha and A'isha, now, holding her back from certain death. As Sarabi tried to charge at the male lion, guarded by the row of hyenas.

"Kill, why…why that sounds like a threat…" his voiced begged the question, "Talk like that is punishable by death…" the other two lionesses grew scared of what he was saying, of what he might do. But all his talk when in one ear and out of the other with Sarabi. She was deafened my anger, blinded by anger. Mute to everything that was happening around her. Unaware to the hyenas that stood inches from her snapping at her neck. "Leave, before you regret this." He warned, "Leave now."

"…Sarabi…Sarabi we have to go-"

"NO! I'm not leaving without Simba! I'm not leaving without my SON!" she fought against them. She was willing to take them down if she could if that got Simba in her arms. "Let me go!" but they wouldn't, " I said LET ME GO!"

"You be wise to listen to them." His voice, toying with her. "Wise indeed." It seemed she was not going to back off, with other chance of reasoning with her, A'isha and Basha had to force able restrain their leader back down to the ground." She fought them, every way she could. Though cries, roars, and screams. "Take her now, before she makes an even bigger fool of herself in front of her son." Basha and A'isha did as they were told, but not for Scar for them, Sarabi and Simba. The last thing they needed to was to have their leader go on a suicide mission right in front of them. He slowly began to drag her away down the path. She cries for Simba not ending, as his back turned to her, shaking. "There's a good lad, you did the right thing."

That night, was the third night in a row the old mandrill. The third and the last, he had become to frustrated with the tiny whispers in his ears. telling him something he couldn't understand. Why would they want him to do this, 'Moto' fire. Rafiki, still sitting, mixed his turtle shell bowl with oils and positions. But whenever his chant was through they would say the same thing, over and over again in his ears. 'Choma.' burn. "No, I don't understand, why must I burn the pride lands, this is my home, our home?" but his question would often go unanswered, the kings were never fair nor easy to understand. Somethings seemed cruel and unjust worthy, and yet they had to be done and were done. "B-but why would I burn the lands?" As the wind blew, the tied shells that hung from a branch, bounced off one another. The leaves, whistled with the touch of the cool night air. They answered him, in their own words. "Anzisha tena" they said in a low voice, barely hearable by him. The tone sounded hefty and bottomless, but when the wind hit his ears the words seemed almost light as a feather, yet they didn't not make him feel that way. Anzisha tena was an ancient word. One not familiar to the mandrill. How was this supposed to help the pride lands? it was madness, he thought from the little he understood. The more the Great kings told him to do so, to 'burn fire' the more the old mandrill refused. The kings have had their heads stuck in the clouds for far too long now. They were just speaking nonsense. Fed-up with trying to understand their madness, Rafiki tossed his bowl aside. It's content spilling on his wood floor. He had had enough, it had spent hours, days, trying to find a way to save the pride lands from the peril it was about to enter. But he couldn't, he could not fully understand, and even If he did. he knew the mighty kingdom would still be in a war of it's own until the rightful came to power. they did not seemly likely to happen, not anymore. Rafiki had heard of the news from the Major Domo, Zazu, surrounding her kingdom to the odd brother with the twisted smile. This was not the way nor orders of things. He knew, the kings knew, they all knew, yet they- he disobeyed. Now they must suffer, and learn for their decision. If not, then they will remain cursed. He had the prediction, he knew the results, but he did not have the answer to solve the problem before it would start. Defeated Rafiki threw his hands in the wind, giving up, the hope for understanding this 'Anzisha tena' the whirling winds stopped, the whispering died, and everything went still.