The darkness of a soot-covered bog caked Simba's silky, golden fur, as he and the Pride continued the dangerous road to their goal. The sun never smiled on the shadowy bog, and the smells were of rotting carcasses and smoke. Kazumi coughed uncontrollably, desperately trying to earn the precious oxygen of the bog. He squinted past the ash, and glimpsed upon a large, rocky mountain covered from the half point in heavy snow. This was the only way to the Sacred Land, and it had to be passed over.
"Simba!" Kazumi called.
Simba trotted up to Kazumi, Timon and Pumbaa close at his side. "What's the matter?" his hoarse voice rumbled through Kazumi's ears.
"Look here. That mountain is the only way to get across to the other side. It will signify that we are more than halfway there."
Timon sighed with relief. "Thank gosh! I'm gettin' tired of ridin' Pumbaa so much!"
The warthog mumbled among his fat self.
"I see no problem," Simba replied to Kazumi, clearly unconcerned.
"It is no normal mountain Simba," Kazumi retorted. "The mountain is referred to as Demon's Pass. It is said that the spirits of evil and hatred dwell here after death, causing harm on any who try to pass. Kings of distant lands who have attempted to cross only meet a most terrible death. Passing it is an enormous risk we must take."
"Then how did you pass when you first went there?" Simba questioned.
"It was a battle," Kazumi replied. "But the shaman I spoke earlier of protected me. Perhaps yours can do the same."
"Will you help us pass Rafiki?" Simba asked his old friend.
The ancient baboon hobbled up and looked at his King. With a tricky little wink, he nodded his head.
"Then it's settled." Simba said. He smiled a tricky smile. "I'm not afraid."
* * * * *
The snow covered the rocky boulders and bushes, and it continued to fall at great speed. A blizzard had picked up, and Simba fought with all his strength to continue the trudge forward. His lions fought not far behind him, so he gritted his teeth against the on-coming wind.
He then pricked up his ears as a faint noise caught his attention. He trudged to the edge of their trail and listened against the howling wind.
"There is a faint voice on the air!" he called.
"IT"S DE DEMONS!" Rafiki yelled to everyone.
The lionesses huddled together, protecting the weak and elderly, and stared to Kazumi, Rafiki, and Simba standing firmly at the edge. Zazu huddled against Nala for protection, and Timon huddled under Pumbaa's head.
Simba and Kazumi stepped a few paces back as Rafiki raised his staff into the air. In the twirling wind and snow, the image of a lion began to take shape. Through the snow hitting his face, Simba saw the demonic image of his uncle take shape. He released a roar more hideous than it ever was in life, and blasted heavier winds at the shaman.
"DEMON OF DE OTHER WORLD!" he cried, his voice ringing off the mountain's walls and crevices. "YOUR PRESENCE IS UNWELCOME! MAY YOU BE CAST DOWN IN THE ETERNAL FIRES FROM WHENCE YOU CAME!"
Scar only roared his demonic roar a second time. Rafiki raised his staff high into the air, and aimed it at the image of the demon. He chanted a prayer of reconcile and peace to drive him away. His words rang clear as a bell, and echoed high and proud. The demon seemed to cry out in pain as Rafiki chanted, and when it looked like it was completed, Scar's image shot forward, and rammed the shaman into the wall of the mountain, knocking him unconscious. He laughed hideously, and looked towards his nephew.
"Kazumi! Stand in front of Rafiki! Protect him!"
Kazumi bounded over to the baboon, and landed gracefully in front of him.
Simba turned to the wretched image of his uncle and growled.
"Leave us Scar!" Simba roared, standing in front of his lionesses.
"SIMBA!" Nala cried as Scar came closer to the tack-sized Simba.
A loud rumble pierced the wind and shook the mountains angrily.
"Simba! He's trying to bring down the mountain!" Kazumi cried.
Simba turned and looked at Kazumi, his mane and fur covered in snow.
"Simba! We have to turn back!!"
"NO!" Simba shook his head.
He turned back to his uncle and gritted his teeth with an angry glare.
"You shall not pass!" Simba yelled.
Scar whirled around like a tornado and roared loudly.
"YOU! SHALL NOT! PASS!" Simba screamed at the top of his lungs, and roared the loudest roar he could in defiance.
Scar gave one more final scream as he stared down at his nephew, his mane flapping wildly about his face. Simba stood firmly in front of his lionesses, and roared again. Scar whirled and flashed, and disappeared into the snowy blizzard.
Simba took a deep breath, and sighed from exhaustion. He turned to face his lionesses, still recovering from their fear.
He went over to Kazumi, still watching over the shaman who seemed to be coming to.
Once everyone had recovered, they continued their quest, against the treacherous blizzard, and the monsters of Demon's Pass.
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Ok, ok, I kno the chapter sounded a lot like the Lord of the Rings, but it matched perfectly! And as always, I'm not J.R.R Toklien either, so I don't own Legolas or the others. (Now that REALLY sucks a fatty coconut) And just to say, every 5 reviews I get, I will post the next chapter soon k?
"Simba!" Kazumi called.
Simba trotted up to Kazumi, Timon and Pumbaa close at his side. "What's the matter?" his hoarse voice rumbled through Kazumi's ears.
"Look here. That mountain is the only way to get across to the other side. It will signify that we are more than halfway there."
Timon sighed with relief. "Thank gosh! I'm gettin' tired of ridin' Pumbaa so much!"
The warthog mumbled among his fat self.
"I see no problem," Simba replied to Kazumi, clearly unconcerned.
"It is no normal mountain Simba," Kazumi retorted. "The mountain is referred to as Demon's Pass. It is said that the spirits of evil and hatred dwell here after death, causing harm on any who try to pass. Kings of distant lands who have attempted to cross only meet a most terrible death. Passing it is an enormous risk we must take."
"Then how did you pass when you first went there?" Simba questioned.
"It was a battle," Kazumi replied. "But the shaman I spoke earlier of protected me. Perhaps yours can do the same."
"Will you help us pass Rafiki?" Simba asked his old friend.
The ancient baboon hobbled up and looked at his King. With a tricky little wink, he nodded his head.
"Then it's settled." Simba said. He smiled a tricky smile. "I'm not afraid."
* * * * *
The snow covered the rocky boulders and bushes, and it continued to fall at great speed. A blizzard had picked up, and Simba fought with all his strength to continue the trudge forward. His lions fought not far behind him, so he gritted his teeth against the on-coming wind.
He then pricked up his ears as a faint noise caught his attention. He trudged to the edge of their trail and listened against the howling wind.
"There is a faint voice on the air!" he called.
"IT"S DE DEMONS!" Rafiki yelled to everyone.
The lionesses huddled together, protecting the weak and elderly, and stared to Kazumi, Rafiki, and Simba standing firmly at the edge. Zazu huddled against Nala for protection, and Timon huddled under Pumbaa's head.
Simba and Kazumi stepped a few paces back as Rafiki raised his staff into the air. In the twirling wind and snow, the image of a lion began to take shape. Through the snow hitting his face, Simba saw the demonic image of his uncle take shape. He released a roar more hideous than it ever was in life, and blasted heavier winds at the shaman.
"DEMON OF DE OTHER WORLD!" he cried, his voice ringing off the mountain's walls and crevices. "YOUR PRESENCE IS UNWELCOME! MAY YOU BE CAST DOWN IN THE ETERNAL FIRES FROM WHENCE YOU CAME!"
Scar only roared his demonic roar a second time. Rafiki raised his staff high into the air, and aimed it at the image of the demon. He chanted a prayer of reconcile and peace to drive him away. His words rang clear as a bell, and echoed high and proud. The demon seemed to cry out in pain as Rafiki chanted, and when it looked like it was completed, Scar's image shot forward, and rammed the shaman into the wall of the mountain, knocking him unconscious. He laughed hideously, and looked towards his nephew.
"Kazumi! Stand in front of Rafiki! Protect him!"
Kazumi bounded over to the baboon, and landed gracefully in front of him.
Simba turned to the wretched image of his uncle and growled.
"Leave us Scar!" Simba roared, standing in front of his lionesses.
"SIMBA!" Nala cried as Scar came closer to the tack-sized Simba.
A loud rumble pierced the wind and shook the mountains angrily.
"Simba! He's trying to bring down the mountain!" Kazumi cried.
Simba turned and looked at Kazumi, his mane and fur covered in snow.
"Simba! We have to turn back!!"
"NO!" Simba shook his head.
He turned back to his uncle and gritted his teeth with an angry glare.
"You shall not pass!" Simba yelled.
Scar whirled around like a tornado and roared loudly.
"YOU! SHALL NOT! PASS!" Simba screamed at the top of his lungs, and roared the loudest roar he could in defiance.
Scar gave one more final scream as he stared down at his nephew, his mane flapping wildly about his face. Simba stood firmly in front of his lionesses, and roared again. Scar whirled and flashed, and disappeared into the snowy blizzard.
Simba took a deep breath, and sighed from exhaustion. He turned to face his lionesses, still recovering from their fear.
He went over to Kazumi, still watching over the shaman who seemed to be coming to.
Once everyone had recovered, they continued their quest, against the treacherous blizzard, and the monsters of Demon's Pass.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok, ok, I kno the chapter sounded a lot like the Lord of the Rings, but it matched perfectly! And as always, I'm not J.R.R Toklien either, so I don't own Legolas or the others. (Now that REALLY sucks a fatty coconut) And just to say, every 5 reviews I get, I will post the next chapter soon k?