Nala had been in the jungle, the jungle where Simba broke her heart
and her thought's of his love and kindness for her when they were cubs, and
she was now on the edge of the Pride Lands, the sand turning into dirt, no
grass to be seen. If you had looked across it years ago, it would have been
full of luscious green grass and African golden grass, gazelles and
antelopes grazing lazily in herds. But those grasses had been stomped and
eaten and hadn't grown back, the herds hadn't come back, and it finally
dawned on her they would never come back.
She had neared Pride Rock, and her breathing became quiet and even if she needed to talk, she couldn't have.
The lionesses' lie in a circle – talking – but that wasn't what had taken her voice away. The hipbones that jutted from them and the rib cage that she could clearly define from malnutrition was what had taken her voice away. "Mom?" her voice asked quietly, her throat raspy from the long time of no water.
One thin figure got up and smiled, running toward her and hugged Nala. She at first was drawn back by the hugging from the stranger for a moment, but then realized it was her mom.
"Mom, how? Why? I-," Nala was at a loss for words.
"No food, little water," she replied back, "Why what?"
"Why haven't you run away, like I did?" There was a small chuckle from the group, and Nala looked over, trying to figure out what was funny.
"The hyenas are everywhere. If they saw us all leaving-."
"We could break up into small groups, go to different directions, something-."
"Why'd you come back? Was there no help to be found?" Nala got a bitter taste in her mouth, remembering the week ago's conversations. Her ear's went back in disgust.
"Did something happen while you were gone? Why are your ears back like that, what's wrong?" her mother rushed, stepping closer to her. Nala swallowed as bile lined her throat, threatening to rush forward. She had to tell them, or did she? Her mind debated this, and acted as if it were a ping-pong table.
"I, uh well, I mean-"Should she deface his honor? Why should he even deserve honor? He was alive! She had finally made her mind. "The thing I encountered," she stalled, swallowing thickly, "Well, what it was, well...Simba's alive."
Several gasps escaped from the lionesses, and Sarabi walked up to her, angry. "Why would you spread such lies, Nala. You know my heart aches everyday for him and Mufasa, and-," She broke down, the tears silently sliding down her chin.
"But I'm not lying. If you think I am, I'll..I'll... Show you to him. If we escape, I'll take you to him. I went there to look for help, but I found him. I swear that he exists. He does not lie dead in the gorge!" she declared, claiming her innocence.
Sarabi got a soft look in her eyes, and they welled up with tears again, "Why didn't he come back," she whispered to her.
"Because he says he isn't king anymore, that Scar is."
Sarabi pounded her clenched paw onto the ground. "Scar shouldn't be king, he's not the rightful king, he's a-," she stopped for a moment, thinking, "Scar," she hissed, finally realizing he had told her a lie - that her only child wasn't dead. "I could rip his throat out." Sarabi's claws came out, and Nala gently rubbed against her. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you."
"How are we going to get away?" cried one of the lionesses.
"I have a plan."
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"I don't want to," Fetaya whispered angrily.
"But you're the youngest of the older lionesses. He'll want you," Nala replied. Fetaya sighed and walked toward the luxuriously den. Scar's ears perked up in interest, and he raised to sit. "Fetaya, what a pleasant surprise," he said softly, his eyes searching her.
She walked and sat next to him. "You know," she said softly, flirting. "You should send all the hyenas to look for some food. I'd like to eat with you." She winked at him, and he smiled slyly. He ran to the tip of the rock that jutted out toward the plains.
"Hyenas!" he called out. The lionesses quickly hid their smiles, knowing the plan was working. "Find me some food. All of you search. Enough for two." All the hyenas but Ed went. "ED! Goooo..."
He turned around, smiling at her. They walked into his den.
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She had neared Pride Rock, and her breathing became quiet and even if she needed to talk, she couldn't have.
The lionesses' lie in a circle – talking – but that wasn't what had taken her voice away. The hipbones that jutted from them and the rib cage that she could clearly define from malnutrition was what had taken her voice away. "Mom?" her voice asked quietly, her throat raspy from the long time of no water.
One thin figure got up and smiled, running toward her and hugged Nala. She at first was drawn back by the hugging from the stranger for a moment, but then realized it was her mom.
"Mom, how? Why? I-," Nala was at a loss for words.
"No food, little water," she replied back, "Why what?"
"Why haven't you run away, like I did?" There was a small chuckle from the group, and Nala looked over, trying to figure out what was funny.
"The hyenas are everywhere. If they saw us all leaving-."
"We could break up into small groups, go to different directions, something-."
"Why'd you come back? Was there no help to be found?" Nala got a bitter taste in her mouth, remembering the week ago's conversations. Her ear's went back in disgust.
"Did something happen while you were gone? Why are your ears back like that, what's wrong?" her mother rushed, stepping closer to her. Nala swallowed as bile lined her throat, threatening to rush forward. She had to tell them, or did she? Her mind debated this, and acted as if it were a ping-pong table.
"I, uh well, I mean-"Should she deface his honor? Why should he even deserve honor? He was alive! She had finally made her mind. "The thing I encountered," she stalled, swallowing thickly, "Well, what it was, well...Simba's alive."
Several gasps escaped from the lionesses, and Sarabi walked up to her, angry. "Why would you spread such lies, Nala. You know my heart aches everyday for him and Mufasa, and-," She broke down, the tears silently sliding down her chin.
"But I'm not lying. If you think I am, I'll..I'll... Show you to him. If we escape, I'll take you to him. I went there to look for help, but I found him. I swear that he exists. He does not lie dead in the gorge!" she declared, claiming her innocence.
Sarabi got a soft look in her eyes, and they welled up with tears again, "Why didn't he come back," she whispered to her.
"Because he says he isn't king anymore, that Scar is."
Sarabi pounded her clenched paw onto the ground. "Scar shouldn't be king, he's not the rightful king, he's a-," she stopped for a moment, thinking, "Scar," she hissed, finally realizing he had told her a lie - that her only child wasn't dead. "I could rip his throat out." Sarabi's claws came out, and Nala gently rubbed against her. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you."
"How are we going to get away?" cried one of the lionesses.
"I have a plan."
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"I don't want to," Fetaya whispered angrily.
"But you're the youngest of the older lionesses. He'll want you," Nala replied. Fetaya sighed and walked toward the luxuriously den. Scar's ears perked up in interest, and he raised to sit. "Fetaya, what a pleasant surprise," he said softly, his eyes searching her.
She walked and sat next to him. "You know," she said softly, flirting. "You should send all the hyenas to look for some food. I'd like to eat with you." She winked at him, and he smiled slyly. He ran to the tip of the rock that jutted out toward the plains.
"Hyenas!" he called out. The lionesses quickly hid their smiles, knowing the plan was working. "Find me some food. All of you search. Enough for two." All the hyenas but Ed went. "ED! Goooo..."
He turned around, smiling at her. They walked into his den.
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