The heavy rough wood of a log pressed against Zira's body, her eyes watering. She lay in an unknown part of the outlands, away from her daughter and son. Trying desparately to stand, she only found that a film had developed before her eyes. It looked like the heat from a fire, rising and making quavering lines. She shook her head, trying to release the haze.
The figure of a small, rather ugly dog ran by cackling with glee. Zira cried for help...but, she knew, that no one could lift such a log off her. Darkness was enclosing her, though it was daytime...she must die, join Scar...Nuka...No. She could not leave without killing Simba and her son Kovu. Nothing had gone right for her, so she felt it was time to change her luck.
Flinging her back feet towards the gorge where, just days before, she was swept away from her home by a massive sweep of water that now rand just a trickle. The log flew through the air and landed with a crash in the drying riverbed. She breathed, standing slowly and shuddering. She needed to create a way to relieve Simba of his duties. Her eyes met with the sun. She knew it was early morning...so the sun was in the east. She knew what her only hope was; Gwandoya, leader of hyenas. If she found her, she could resolve their past and ask for help...but where were her lionesses?
Then she remembered: three who stayed loyal, although the rest, including her daughter Vitani and son Kovu had joined Simba. The three lionesses who remained with her stayed behind in the outlands, to preserve Scar's reign. She looked northward. They were her only hope. She would have to find them. After a rest.
Meanwhile, Rafiki, mandrill advisor and friend of Simba, sat in his tree, studying the paintings he used to cover the wall. A gust of wind came, knocking him off his feet.
"Babajide! Mufasa! You have returned from such a long absence...where have you been?!" Rafiki yelled upwards. The gust died down a bit, but still continued as a breeze.
"What? What do you mean by Boipelo? I was not aware you spoke Tswana."
The wind picked up and rattled several hard nuts hanging from the limbs of the tree.
"Oh...it's Kiara. Do you mean, by any chance, that there will be a second heir, after the death of our current prince and princess?"
The wind whipped fiercely through the tree, making Rafiki grin.
"And Zira? She has not died?! Well, you have been quite the busybody. This Boipelo...could it be that they are of great importance in the final battle between good and evil?"
The wind swirled. Rafiki knew, that soon a presentation would be held.
The figure of a small, rather ugly dog ran by cackling with glee. Zira cried for help...but, she knew, that no one could lift such a log off her. Darkness was enclosing her, though it was daytime...she must die, join Scar...Nuka...No. She could not leave without killing Simba and her son Kovu. Nothing had gone right for her, so she felt it was time to change her luck.
Flinging her back feet towards the gorge where, just days before, she was swept away from her home by a massive sweep of water that now rand just a trickle. The log flew through the air and landed with a crash in the drying riverbed. She breathed, standing slowly and shuddering. She needed to create a way to relieve Simba of his duties. Her eyes met with the sun. She knew it was early morning...so the sun was in the east. She knew what her only hope was; Gwandoya, leader of hyenas. If she found her, she could resolve their past and ask for help...but where were her lionesses?
Then she remembered: three who stayed loyal, although the rest, including her daughter Vitani and son Kovu had joined Simba. The three lionesses who remained with her stayed behind in the outlands, to preserve Scar's reign. She looked northward. They were her only hope. She would have to find them. After a rest.
Meanwhile, Rafiki, mandrill advisor and friend of Simba, sat in his tree, studying the paintings he used to cover the wall. A gust of wind came, knocking him off his feet.
"Babajide! Mufasa! You have returned from such a long absence...where have you been?!" Rafiki yelled upwards. The gust died down a bit, but still continued as a breeze.
"What? What do you mean by Boipelo? I was not aware you spoke Tswana."
The wind picked up and rattled several hard nuts hanging from the limbs of the tree.
"Oh...it's Kiara. Do you mean, by any chance, that there will be a second heir, after the death of our current prince and princess?"
The wind whipped fiercely through the tree, making Rafiki grin.
"And Zira? She has not died?! Well, you have been quite the busybody. This Boipelo...could it be that they are of great importance in the final battle between good and evil?"
The wind swirled. Rafiki knew, that soon a presentation would be held.