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Chapter 9: Nala's journey
Nala felt a soft nudge in her side. "Nala, Nala wake up." Came Sarabi's soft whisper. Nala flitted open her eyes and looked at the older lioness. Then she remembered what she was supposed to do. She yawned and nuzzled Sarabi. "I'll be back as soon as I can." She smiled at her and then looked Sarabi in the eye. "I won't let you stay here alone."
And with that she turned, gave a flick of her tail in goodbye and climbed out the back. Once out there, she shook herself and then bounded off. She ran through the pride lands, her heart racing. She had to get away. But she didn't want to leave Sarabi.
Nala shook her head and ran on. Once she was beyond the border of the Pride lands, she slowed down to a walk and finally a stop. She looked back to make sure no one had followed her. When she was sure of this, she turned and walked on. Nala sighed as she walked. The sadness was beginning to well up in her. Sadness over Simba, over her mother, over leaving Sarabi. A few tears fell down her cheeks.
Perhaps it was good to get away, she thought. At least she'd be away from bad memories. That was all Pride rock consisted of now. The true king had died, as well as Simba, the heir. Sarabi and her had been raped by Scar. Nala almost vomited at the thought.
She sighed. She had promised Sarabi she'd go back. But first she had to find help. That was what she had told Sarabi she would do, and she would do it, no matter what stood in her way.
Morning came and Nala was far away from the Pride lands. Her stomach growled and she sighed. Then she gave a good sniff and smiled, leaning low and going full into hunting mode.
The tall grasses concealed her as she fixed her gaze ahead. There, not twenty yards ahead was a fallen log. She watched as a warthog sauntered up to it, slowly climbed over it and then peeked over the side once more. And then the warthog saw her. He gasped and turned, running as Nala rushed forward, growling.
She chased the warthog around a tree trunk and through some bushes. A few leaves blocked her view of him for a moment and she launched herself in the air. For a fleeting second she saw a meerkat in front of the warthog, who was caught in a tree root. Then all she saw was a male lion flying toward her. In the next instant they collided.
Nala roared and hit him. The fight began. After a few minutes Nala pinned him, growling and snarling in his face. The lion had a shocked expression on, and then he looked at her and said, "Nala?"
Shocked, Nala got off him. She looked at him with a mixed expression. "Who are you?" she asked. The lion got up and smiled, his eyes dancing. "It's me, Simba." He said. Nala froze. It couldn't be, could it? Only one true way to know... "Simba?"
Short I know, sorry about that, the next chapter should be longer. I hope you all like it. :) Well leave a review and tell me what you're thinking! Next chapter will be up soon!
Chapter 9: Nala's journey
Nala felt a soft nudge in her side. "Nala, Nala wake up." Came Sarabi's soft whisper. Nala flitted open her eyes and looked at the older lioness. Then she remembered what she was supposed to do. She yawned and nuzzled Sarabi. "I'll be back as soon as I can." She smiled at her and then looked Sarabi in the eye. "I won't let you stay here alone."
And with that she turned, gave a flick of her tail in goodbye and climbed out the back. Once out there, she shook herself and then bounded off. She ran through the pride lands, her heart racing. She had to get away. But she didn't want to leave Sarabi.
Nala shook her head and ran on. Once she was beyond the border of the Pride lands, she slowed down to a walk and finally a stop. She looked back to make sure no one had followed her. When she was sure of this, she turned and walked on. Nala sighed as she walked. The sadness was beginning to well up in her. Sadness over Simba, over her mother, over leaving Sarabi. A few tears fell down her cheeks.
Perhaps it was good to get away, she thought. At least she'd be away from bad memories. That was all Pride rock consisted of now. The true king had died, as well as Simba, the heir. Sarabi and her had been raped by Scar. Nala almost vomited at the thought.
She sighed. She had promised Sarabi she'd go back. But first she had to find help. That was what she had told Sarabi she would do, and she would do it, no matter what stood in her way.
Morning came and Nala was far away from the Pride lands. Her stomach growled and she sighed. Then she gave a good sniff and smiled, leaning low and going full into hunting mode.
The tall grasses concealed her as she fixed her gaze ahead. There, not twenty yards ahead was a fallen log. She watched as a warthog sauntered up to it, slowly climbed over it and then peeked over the side once more. And then the warthog saw her. He gasped and turned, running as Nala rushed forward, growling.
She chased the warthog around a tree trunk and through some bushes. A few leaves blocked her view of him for a moment and she launched herself in the air. For a fleeting second she saw a meerkat in front of the warthog, who was caught in a tree root. Then all she saw was a male lion flying toward her. In the next instant they collided.
Nala roared and hit him. The fight began. After a few minutes Nala pinned him, growling and snarling in his face. The lion had a shocked expression on, and then he looked at her and said, "Nala?"
Shocked, Nala got off him. She looked at him with a mixed expression. "Who are you?" she asked. The lion got up and smiled, his eyes dancing. "It's me, Simba." He said. Nala froze. It couldn't be, could it? Only one true way to know... "Simba?"
Short I know, sorry about that, the next chapter should be longer. I hope you all like it. :) Well leave a review and tell me what you're thinking! Next chapter will be up soon!