Children of Simba
It was many years later. Simba had returned to the pridelands, keeping his somewhat odd experience to himself. Yet the lioness known as Zia, who had raped him, stayed hidden in the Jungle retreat, were Simba had grown from a young male to full grown adult.
There she gave birth to twin cubs, a boy she named Atra, and a girl she named Dana.
The three of them grew up together, in that Jungle their was plenty of herds in the surrounding area. Yet in the years that followed them, the herds grew less and less plentiful. A mysterious disease plagued the herds of wilderbeast, killing any who ate their intestins.
One day, Zia ate some of a wilderbeast's insides. By doing so she had unknowingly eaten the apple, which would send her back to the earth. In the weeks that followed her state of living slowly detoriorated.
Atra ran through the trails of the Jungle, eagerly bringing some meat to his sick mother, who was lying in the shade of a tree in an open field.
His sister Dana was with her.
Atra who was agile, athletic and carried much of his father's physical characteristics. His mane was starting to show, giving him a buzz type look. He had amber eyes, much like his sister.
Dana was equally athletic and agile. She was though of herself as a better hunter than her brother but never seemed to brag about it. Her appearance resembled that of her grandmother Sarabi.
"Here mother." Atra announced as he brought her the leg of meat from a warthog he had killed. (Don't worry it was not Pumbaa.)
"Thanks son." Zia said begining to eat the leg.
When she had finished. She spoke.
"Dana, Atra...I think it's time I told you the truth about your father." Zia said.
"What?" Atra replied.
"What I said before, about your father being killed by hyena's in my defence, is a lie." Zia explained
"Mother, tell us..." Dana asked.
"Your...real father...was Simba." Zia replied.
"SIMBA!" Atra said in a gasp.
"Yes...the legendary king of the pridelands." Zia answered.
"The pridelands...Simba...The Simba!" Dana responded her eyes going wide.
"Yes, I happened upon him years ago in this jungle." Zia explained.
"Than you lied to us about our father!" Atra accused.
"I didn't want to tell you the truth, for your own good." Zia said.
"WHY!" Atra growled.
"It was during a time of Civil War between the prides. One fellowship followed Scar's rule, the other half followed Simba. It wasn't a good time to be in the Pridelands." Zia explained.
"Ohh..." Zia moaned. She started to lose her balance, but Dana quickly ran beside her to act as her crutch.
"Mom, are you ok?" Dana asked.
"No, I feel that I'm dying. I've been having fainting spells for weeks, headaches, vomiting, I haven't been this sick before." Zia said.
"Mom, you should rest." Atra suggested.
"Yes maybe I should." Zia agreed.
That night as Zia slept, Dana and Atra debated on what they would do next.
"Well, what do you think Dana?" Atra began.
"I don't think the lands here can sustane us much longer, there's plenty of water, but not a lot of meat." Dana observed.
"Well, since were supposedly Children of the great King Simba, maybe he can grant us an asylum in the Pridelands." Atra said.
"That's an idea, do you think the war between the prides is over?" Dana asked.
"I think so, that's what mom indicated." Atra replied.
"Well, do you know the way?" Dana asked.
"Mom said the Pridelands was across the desert, at least a day or two's walk." Atra explained.
"Well what do we say to Simba when we meet him?" Dana asked.
"Well I don't know if mom is really telling the truth, maybe he can varify the story." Atra said.
"You think mom is lying?" Dana asked.
"Well she has been sick these past few weeks." Atra pointed out.
"Your right about that." Dana agreed.
"I think we should start out in the morning." Atra said.
"To the pridelands?" Dana asked.
"Sure, I always wondered what kind of stories and adventures have taken place in that place." Atra replied.
"Should we take mom with us?" Dana asked.
"No, I'll leave her the rest of that warthog I killed today, their's enough meat to last at least a month. Besides, I think we can find help from a mystic called Rafiki. Remember him, from the stories mom used to tell us when we were cubs?" Atra said.
"Yeah, maybe he could help her." Dana agreed.
It was many years later. Simba had returned to the pridelands, keeping his somewhat odd experience to himself. Yet the lioness known as Zia, who had raped him, stayed hidden in the Jungle retreat, were Simba had grown from a young male to full grown adult.
There she gave birth to twin cubs, a boy she named Atra, and a girl she named Dana.
The three of them grew up together, in that Jungle their was plenty of herds in the surrounding area. Yet in the years that followed them, the herds grew less and less plentiful. A mysterious disease plagued the herds of wilderbeast, killing any who ate their intestins.
One day, Zia ate some of a wilderbeast's insides. By doing so she had unknowingly eaten the apple, which would send her back to the earth. In the weeks that followed her state of living slowly detoriorated.
Atra ran through the trails of the Jungle, eagerly bringing some meat to his sick mother, who was lying in the shade of a tree in an open field.
His sister Dana was with her.
Atra who was agile, athletic and carried much of his father's physical characteristics. His mane was starting to show, giving him a buzz type look. He had amber eyes, much like his sister.
Dana was equally athletic and agile. She was though of herself as a better hunter than her brother but never seemed to brag about it. Her appearance resembled that of her grandmother Sarabi.
"Here mother." Atra announced as he brought her the leg of meat from a warthog he had killed. (Don't worry it was not Pumbaa.)
"Thanks son." Zia said begining to eat the leg.
When she had finished. She spoke.
"Dana, Atra...I think it's time I told you the truth about your father." Zia said.
"What?" Atra replied.
"What I said before, about your father being killed by hyena's in my defence, is a lie." Zia explained
"Mother, tell us..." Dana asked.
"Your...real father...was Simba." Zia replied.
"SIMBA!" Atra said in a gasp.
"Yes...the legendary king of the pridelands." Zia answered.
"The pridelands...Simba...The Simba!" Dana responded her eyes going wide.
"Yes, I happened upon him years ago in this jungle." Zia explained.
"Than you lied to us about our father!" Atra accused.
"I didn't want to tell you the truth, for your own good." Zia said.
"WHY!" Atra growled.
"It was during a time of Civil War between the prides. One fellowship followed Scar's rule, the other half followed Simba. It wasn't a good time to be in the Pridelands." Zia explained.
"Ohh..." Zia moaned. She started to lose her balance, but Dana quickly ran beside her to act as her crutch.
"Mom, are you ok?" Dana asked.
"No, I feel that I'm dying. I've been having fainting spells for weeks, headaches, vomiting, I haven't been this sick before." Zia said.
"Mom, you should rest." Atra suggested.
"Yes maybe I should." Zia agreed.
That night as Zia slept, Dana and Atra debated on what they would do next.
"Well, what do you think Dana?" Atra began.
"I don't think the lands here can sustane us much longer, there's plenty of water, but not a lot of meat." Dana observed.
"Well, since were supposedly Children of the great King Simba, maybe he can grant us an asylum in the Pridelands." Atra said.
"That's an idea, do you think the war between the prides is over?" Dana asked.
"I think so, that's what mom indicated." Atra replied.
"Well, do you know the way?" Dana asked.
"Mom said the Pridelands was across the desert, at least a day or two's walk." Atra explained.
"Well what do we say to Simba when we meet him?" Dana asked.
"Well I don't know if mom is really telling the truth, maybe he can varify the story." Atra said.
"You think mom is lying?" Dana asked.
"Well she has been sick these past few weeks." Atra pointed out.
"Your right about that." Dana agreed.
"I think we should start out in the morning." Atra said.
"To the pridelands?" Dana asked.
"Sure, I always wondered what kind of stories and adventures have taken place in that place." Atra replied.
"Should we take mom with us?" Dana asked.
"No, I'll leave her the rest of that warthog I killed today, their's enough meat to last at least a month. Besides, I think we can find help from a mystic called Rafiki. Remember him, from the stories mom used to tell us when we were cubs?" Atra said.
"Yeah, maybe he could help her." Dana agreed.