**I do not own The Lion King or any of the chars. nor do I own Tanabi. He's a char. made up by fans, but if he belongs to anyone, I'm really sorry for taking him! N e way, hope ya like the fic! Be gentle! **
*~*Ok peeps, I'm really caught up with work right now, and I have an option to finish this story, or take in extra study time. So please leave reviews telling me if I should finish or not. Chapter 4 will be the last chapter until I get everyone's opinions, so here ya go! Enjoy! =) *~*
Simba jumped down the large slopes of Pride Rock, careful not to slip from the oncoming rain. He joined the lionesses, who immediately crowded him and congratulated him for finally assuming the position Scar had stolen from him long ago. Sarabi walked up to her son and brushed away at his mane, covering his sparkling eyes.
"I'm so proud of you son," she whispered to him.
The young lion wrapped his paw around her, and embraced her. "I've missed you mom."
The crowd finally began to break down, and all the lions ran for the cave to escape the rain that barreled down on them. Zazu flew up, and found a perch on Simba's left shoulder. This is when Simba could finally give that dodo an order. He'd been waiting way too long for this.
"Zazu, go take roll and inform me of any missing lionesses."
"Sire!" the bird saluted, and flew to the cave.
Simba then began to make his way to the cave. He was stopped suddenly by loud cackling. The hyenas. Simba swallowed hard as he listened to their fighting, their fighting over the crumpled body of their former master, Scar. He snuck over to catch a glimpse, and caught Shenzi and Ed fighting over what looked to be Scar's intestines. Simba's eyes widened, and he turned, and threw up in a near bush. He'd seen things like this before, but seeing his Uncle's inner body exposed was too much. He turned again to the hyenas, and let loose a hideous roar.
"RAVENOUS BARBARIANS! LEAVE THESE LANDS NOW! I BANISH YOU! IF YOU RETURN, I WILL FEAST ON YOUR FLESH!"
The hyenas quickly scattered for the Elephant graveyard as Simba charged at them, his teeth bared. Simba breathed heavily, and then looked down at his uncle's remains. His head was untouched, and his eyes were closed, showing that he had shout his eyes as they charged him. Simba fell to the ground and wept, wept for his uncle, and wept for his foolishness that had killed him. He felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder, and looked up to see the baboon shaman Rafiki.
"It was not your fault lad," the baboon said consolingly. "It was his own greed and anger dat killed him. You gave him a chance, and he didn't take it."
Simba merely nodded his head.
Rafiki could still see Simba's pain. "I will take care of Scar's remains. Go and sleep your Highness. You are tired."
Simba nodded again, and turned to leave. He then walked into the cave where the lionesses were lying down and whispering. They all immediately turned to see their drenched king. Nala immediatly trotted over, and led him to his sleeping spot. Zazu then immediatly flew to Simba.
"Everyone is here and accounted for Sire."
"Thank you Zazu," Simba said looking at him. "That will do."
Zazu nodded his feathered head and flew to a cozy little spot in the corner of the cave.
Simba then closed his eyes and yawned loudly. Just as he was falling asleep, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Timon stood there shivering. Pumbaa stood behind him, breathing heavily like he always did.
"Ummmmm... Simba? Uhhhhhhhh...where can we uh... you know... sleep around here? Cause uh... the lionesses are staring at us kinda funny ya know?" Timon gulped.
Simba sighed and said to the lionesses frustratingly. "Alright nobody touches these two understand? They are my friends and will receive proper respect. They are not for eating!"
The other lionesses nodded, some resentfully, and everyone fell asleep to the rain thudding outside the cave and upon the lands.
Simba awoke early the next morning to find that the rain had ceased. He walked out the cave entrance, and his paws splashed in the puddles as he mad his way to the edge of Pride Rock. The sight overtook him.
Dark clouds still loomed over the land, and dead trees stood crookedly upon dry and dead grass. Old carcasses and skeletons from the hyenas' numerous meals caked the savanna, and black dust and soot soiled Pride Rock and the land. A single tear ran down Simba's muzzle as he stared in awe at what had once been his home. What had once been his father's fertile, green land was now a barren, desert wasteland. Not a single animal was left in the kingdom. At least not alive.
Nala walked out of the cave and sat next to her king. Simba noticing her presence, tried hiding his face as not to show her he'd been crying. But Nala was not easily fooled. She nuzzled her head under his in a sign of affection. He welcomed it, and his tears swelled in his eyes once more. Nala always seemed to know when he was bothered.
"Nala..." Simba began. "Look at it...it's nothing but a graveyard."
Nala just shook her head, closed her eyes, and let a tear stream down her muzzle. "It brings nothing but sadness to me. Just looking at it brings back hatred, pain, and greed."
Simba looked at her, his muzzle wet with tears.
"My mother died on the plains when I was a cub. Scar's greed and arrogance drove her too far. She fell from exhaustion from the constant hunting...Scar just...he let them eat her..." she cried.
Simba put a consoling paw around her, and she laid her head upon his majestic mane, and they stared into the wasteland, and opened up their memories of the pain and greed that transformed it.
****
The sun reached the middle of the sky, and Simba called a gathering with the lionesses. Simba sat on a large stone inside the cave, and everyone below him. He took a deep breath, and began.
"I apoligize to all of you for my resentfulness and denial of my place here as your King. I could not see through my troubled mind. As a result of my stubborness, the Pridelands were destroyed and damaged, and made uninhabitable."
The lionesses nodded, but forgave their King with smiles, and words of encouragement.
"My first line of duty as your King is to select your Queen, and hunting leader, as my mother has informed me that she is stepping down. As of now, I have decided."
The lionesses spoke quietly among one another, and looked up at Simba eagerly.
Simba smiled. "You new Queen is Nala, daughter of Sarafina."
Nala smiled at Simba and he nodded towards her to come and join him on the rock . She walked up and nuzzled him, and sat down.
"The next order of business," Simba began again. "Is to discuss what to do about our home. The Pridelands like I said, are uninhabitable. It is with a heavy heart that I announce this to you, but I have no choice. We must leave the Pridelands."
The lionesses looked in awe at him, and shook their heads. Nala said nothing, for he had spoken with her earlier.
"My father once spoke to me of a distant land preserved for us, in case we should leave for any reason. Every King has been told of this land by their father before him. It is not spoken of, for it is feared that it could fall into the wrong hands."
"Yes..." Sarabi whispered. "Your father spoke to me of this! We must follow the North Star. It is said that the Great Kings of the past are in that star, and that by following it, we will find the land from which we can live upon until Pride Rock becomes fertile again."
"That's the land I speak of," said Simba. "My father called it the Land of Kings, for it was preserved by the first Lion King to reign. We must follow the North Star and find this land, if we do not, we will not survive."
Everyone nodded their heads, but their eyes were cast to the ground. There was never a time when the Pride had to leave the lands they were born in, but all knew that it was a critical situation.
"Very good then," Simba said to them. "We will leave at dusk."
Night fell, and the clouds parted just enough for the light of the moon to gleam upon Pride Rock. The lionesses were gathered at the foot of Pride Rock, awaiting the arrival of Simba. He finally made his way to the bottom, and he looked at all his starving, weak lionesses. They had to find food quickly. Taking one last look at his home, a tear trickled down Simba's muzzle, and he turned away, and headed for the Land of Kings, the Sacred land, the forbidden secret.
*~*Ok peeps, I'm really caught up with work right now, and I have an option to finish this story, or take in extra study time. So please leave reviews telling me if I should finish or not. Chapter 4 will be the last chapter until I get everyone's opinions, so here ya go! Enjoy! =) *~*
Simba jumped down the large slopes of Pride Rock, careful not to slip from the oncoming rain. He joined the lionesses, who immediately crowded him and congratulated him for finally assuming the position Scar had stolen from him long ago. Sarabi walked up to her son and brushed away at his mane, covering his sparkling eyes.
"I'm so proud of you son," she whispered to him.
The young lion wrapped his paw around her, and embraced her. "I've missed you mom."
The crowd finally began to break down, and all the lions ran for the cave to escape the rain that barreled down on them. Zazu flew up, and found a perch on Simba's left shoulder. This is when Simba could finally give that dodo an order. He'd been waiting way too long for this.
"Zazu, go take roll and inform me of any missing lionesses."
"Sire!" the bird saluted, and flew to the cave.
Simba then began to make his way to the cave. He was stopped suddenly by loud cackling. The hyenas. Simba swallowed hard as he listened to their fighting, their fighting over the crumpled body of their former master, Scar. He snuck over to catch a glimpse, and caught Shenzi and Ed fighting over what looked to be Scar's intestines. Simba's eyes widened, and he turned, and threw up in a near bush. He'd seen things like this before, but seeing his Uncle's inner body exposed was too much. He turned again to the hyenas, and let loose a hideous roar.
"RAVENOUS BARBARIANS! LEAVE THESE LANDS NOW! I BANISH YOU! IF YOU RETURN, I WILL FEAST ON YOUR FLESH!"
The hyenas quickly scattered for the Elephant graveyard as Simba charged at them, his teeth bared. Simba breathed heavily, and then looked down at his uncle's remains. His head was untouched, and his eyes were closed, showing that he had shout his eyes as they charged him. Simba fell to the ground and wept, wept for his uncle, and wept for his foolishness that had killed him. He felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder, and looked up to see the baboon shaman Rafiki.
"It was not your fault lad," the baboon said consolingly. "It was his own greed and anger dat killed him. You gave him a chance, and he didn't take it."
Simba merely nodded his head.
Rafiki could still see Simba's pain. "I will take care of Scar's remains. Go and sleep your Highness. You are tired."
Simba nodded again, and turned to leave. He then walked into the cave where the lionesses were lying down and whispering. They all immediately turned to see their drenched king. Nala immediatly trotted over, and led him to his sleeping spot. Zazu then immediatly flew to Simba.
"Everyone is here and accounted for Sire."
"Thank you Zazu," Simba said looking at him. "That will do."
Zazu nodded his feathered head and flew to a cozy little spot in the corner of the cave.
Simba then closed his eyes and yawned loudly. Just as he was falling asleep, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Timon stood there shivering. Pumbaa stood behind him, breathing heavily like he always did.
"Ummmmm... Simba? Uhhhhhhhh...where can we uh... you know... sleep around here? Cause uh... the lionesses are staring at us kinda funny ya know?" Timon gulped.
Simba sighed and said to the lionesses frustratingly. "Alright nobody touches these two understand? They are my friends and will receive proper respect. They are not for eating!"
The other lionesses nodded, some resentfully, and everyone fell asleep to the rain thudding outside the cave and upon the lands.
Simba awoke early the next morning to find that the rain had ceased. He walked out the cave entrance, and his paws splashed in the puddles as he mad his way to the edge of Pride Rock. The sight overtook him.
Dark clouds still loomed over the land, and dead trees stood crookedly upon dry and dead grass. Old carcasses and skeletons from the hyenas' numerous meals caked the savanna, and black dust and soot soiled Pride Rock and the land. A single tear ran down Simba's muzzle as he stared in awe at what had once been his home. What had once been his father's fertile, green land was now a barren, desert wasteland. Not a single animal was left in the kingdom. At least not alive.
Nala walked out of the cave and sat next to her king. Simba noticing her presence, tried hiding his face as not to show her he'd been crying. But Nala was not easily fooled. She nuzzled her head under his in a sign of affection. He welcomed it, and his tears swelled in his eyes once more. Nala always seemed to know when he was bothered.
"Nala..." Simba began. "Look at it...it's nothing but a graveyard."
Nala just shook her head, closed her eyes, and let a tear stream down her muzzle. "It brings nothing but sadness to me. Just looking at it brings back hatred, pain, and greed."
Simba looked at her, his muzzle wet with tears.
"My mother died on the plains when I was a cub. Scar's greed and arrogance drove her too far. She fell from exhaustion from the constant hunting...Scar just...he let them eat her..." she cried.
Simba put a consoling paw around her, and she laid her head upon his majestic mane, and they stared into the wasteland, and opened up their memories of the pain and greed that transformed it.
****
The sun reached the middle of the sky, and Simba called a gathering with the lionesses. Simba sat on a large stone inside the cave, and everyone below him. He took a deep breath, and began.
"I apoligize to all of you for my resentfulness and denial of my place here as your King. I could not see through my troubled mind. As a result of my stubborness, the Pridelands were destroyed and damaged, and made uninhabitable."
The lionesses nodded, but forgave their King with smiles, and words of encouragement.
"My first line of duty as your King is to select your Queen, and hunting leader, as my mother has informed me that she is stepping down. As of now, I have decided."
The lionesses spoke quietly among one another, and looked up at Simba eagerly.
Simba smiled. "You new Queen is Nala, daughter of Sarafina."
Nala smiled at Simba and he nodded towards her to come and join him on the rock . She walked up and nuzzled him, and sat down.
"The next order of business," Simba began again. "Is to discuss what to do about our home. The Pridelands like I said, are uninhabitable. It is with a heavy heart that I announce this to you, but I have no choice. We must leave the Pridelands."
The lionesses looked in awe at him, and shook their heads. Nala said nothing, for he had spoken with her earlier.
"My father once spoke to me of a distant land preserved for us, in case we should leave for any reason. Every King has been told of this land by their father before him. It is not spoken of, for it is feared that it could fall into the wrong hands."
"Yes..." Sarabi whispered. "Your father spoke to me of this! We must follow the North Star. It is said that the Great Kings of the past are in that star, and that by following it, we will find the land from which we can live upon until Pride Rock becomes fertile again."
"That's the land I speak of," said Simba. "My father called it the Land of Kings, for it was preserved by the first Lion King to reign. We must follow the North Star and find this land, if we do not, we will not survive."
Everyone nodded their heads, but their eyes were cast to the ground. There was never a time when the Pride had to leave the lands they were born in, but all knew that it was a critical situation.
"Very good then," Simba said to them. "We will leave at dusk."
Night fell, and the clouds parted just enough for the light of the moon to gleam upon Pride Rock. The lionesses were gathered at the foot of Pride Rock, awaiting the arrival of Simba. He finally made his way to the bottom, and he looked at all his starving, weak lionesses. They had to find food quickly. Taking one last look at his home, a tear trickled down Simba's muzzle, and he turned away, and headed for the Land of Kings, the Sacred land, the forbidden secret.