Chapter 8: The truth comes out
Kitoko ran for what seemed like hours. Her legs were beginning to feel numb and she had a stitch in her side that was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Finally the young lioness collapsed.
She sighed, her lungs laboring as she took in deep breaths. "Why didn't you tell me!?" she shouted to the sky. She watched the clouds, which appeared to be blue, move and rumble. Perhaps it was going to storm again, she thought.
"Kitoko?" she heard Simba call. Her stomach lurched at the thought of him. A strong wind picked up just as he reached her. It was strong enough to make Simba's mane blow completely sideways, some blowing into his face. Kitoko had to fight to stay sitting up.
"What's going on?" she shouted. She glanced at Simba. He was staring at the sky with an intense look on his face. Kitoko followed his gaze and gasped. First the clouds materialized into a paw, then two, then up into the legs and torso. Finally they took on the face of Sarabi, mother to Kitoko and Simba.
"Mom?" Kitoko and Simba said together. Almost immediately their heads snapped toward each other and they were locked in eye contact once more. Simba's eyes widened in shock. Kitoko's throat caught and her stomach lurched once more.
Once again they wrenched their eyes away from each other and turned them to the skies once more. Sarabi's face was sad, regretful in some ways. "I owe you both an apology." She said, her voice sullen and ghostly. Kitoko gulped, hoping her mother would explain.
"Simba," she turned to him, her eyes sad. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." She sighed deeply as an adult male materialized beside her. They sat, and the male nuzzled Sarabi, trying to give her strength to tell her kin what needed to be told.
"Dad," Simba said, smiling. Kitoko looked over to him and then back up. Simba shook himself, and then looked back up to his mother. "Didn't tell me what?" he said. Kitoko, seeing her mother's trouble, stepped forward. "About me," she said. She had already filled in the blank. Simba turned, his brow furrowed in curiosity.
Kitoko took a long, deep breath. "Scar was my father." She near choked out. Simba's eyes widened for the second time that night. He jerked his head back toward Sarabi. His eyes held the question. Sarabi nodded, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
"But, how?" he questioned. This time it was Sarabi who had to explain. "The time of Scar's reign proved him to be the King we all feared he would be. He was self-centered, and having Howler by his side made him feel he could do anything he wanted." She sighed. "Sarafina was killed merely for complaining about the hyenas." Sarabi inhaled deeply. "After Nuka was born, Zira was unable to conceive for a while, so" she paused again. "Scar decided I would carry the heir..." she near choked out. A low growl emitted from Simba's throat.
"Why that murderous, raping, sorry-ass excuse for a lion!" Simba roared, his eyes flashing with fire and his nose curling up in disgust. "Simba, calm down," came the male's voice, his was deep and booming.
"He's dead now Simba," Sarabi said. Simba shook his head. "He's dead, but his spirit lives on, he possessed Kovu," he glanced sidelong at Kitoko. "I know, he tried to possess me earlier." She said, growling. Sarabi sighed. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before Simba, I was ashamed, and the memories I had of the pride lands kept me from staying." She turned to Kitoko. "They also kept me from returning, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Simba Kitoko, I just couldn't," she sighed. Her and the male were beginning to disappear, their cloudy forms beginning to become more and more transparent.
"NO! Don't' leave!" Kitoko and Simba yelled together. "Don't leave me again!" Simba shouted. But it was to late, the couple was gone.
Kitoko took a deep breath and then stopped. Simba sat down opposite of her and glanced over to her. "So," he said.
"So," she replied. Simba took in a deep breath again and then let it out.
"We're half brother and sister," he filled in.
"We're also cousins," Kitoko replied. Simba nodded.
"It's been a long night," Kitoko said, sighing. She looked up at Simba. The hair along his spine was bristling and he was intensely staring forward. He growled from deep in his throat as he said, "And it's about to get longer," he growled.
Confused, Kitoko followed his gaze for the second time. In the darkness, she made out a young adolescent lion making his way into the lands. He was charcoal in color, although in the darkness he looked black, with a tan underbelly and muzzle. Yellowish tan engulfed his two front feet in some sort of socks. A very, very light brown mane was beginning to grow in. Kitoko's eyes widened as she realized just who it was that was coming into the pride lands....
End of Chapter 8
Hehe, three guesses who the trespasser is! Ten Points to whoever guesses right! Lol, I have a feeling everyone will receive ten points.
Kitoko ran for what seemed like hours. Her legs were beginning to feel numb and she had a stitch in her side that was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Finally the young lioness collapsed.
She sighed, her lungs laboring as she took in deep breaths. "Why didn't you tell me!?" she shouted to the sky. She watched the clouds, which appeared to be blue, move and rumble. Perhaps it was going to storm again, she thought.
"Kitoko?" she heard Simba call. Her stomach lurched at the thought of him. A strong wind picked up just as he reached her. It was strong enough to make Simba's mane blow completely sideways, some blowing into his face. Kitoko had to fight to stay sitting up.
"What's going on?" she shouted. She glanced at Simba. He was staring at the sky with an intense look on his face. Kitoko followed his gaze and gasped. First the clouds materialized into a paw, then two, then up into the legs and torso. Finally they took on the face of Sarabi, mother to Kitoko and Simba.
"Mom?" Kitoko and Simba said together. Almost immediately their heads snapped toward each other and they were locked in eye contact once more. Simba's eyes widened in shock. Kitoko's throat caught and her stomach lurched once more.
Once again they wrenched their eyes away from each other and turned them to the skies once more. Sarabi's face was sad, regretful in some ways. "I owe you both an apology." She said, her voice sullen and ghostly. Kitoko gulped, hoping her mother would explain.
"Simba," she turned to him, her eyes sad. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." She sighed deeply as an adult male materialized beside her. They sat, and the male nuzzled Sarabi, trying to give her strength to tell her kin what needed to be told.
"Dad," Simba said, smiling. Kitoko looked over to him and then back up. Simba shook himself, and then looked back up to his mother. "Didn't tell me what?" he said. Kitoko, seeing her mother's trouble, stepped forward. "About me," she said. She had already filled in the blank. Simba turned, his brow furrowed in curiosity.
Kitoko took a long, deep breath. "Scar was my father." She near choked out. Simba's eyes widened for the second time that night. He jerked his head back toward Sarabi. His eyes held the question. Sarabi nodded, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
"But, how?" he questioned. This time it was Sarabi who had to explain. "The time of Scar's reign proved him to be the King we all feared he would be. He was self-centered, and having Howler by his side made him feel he could do anything he wanted." She sighed. "Sarafina was killed merely for complaining about the hyenas." Sarabi inhaled deeply. "After Nuka was born, Zira was unable to conceive for a while, so" she paused again. "Scar decided I would carry the heir..." she near choked out. A low growl emitted from Simba's throat.
"Why that murderous, raping, sorry-ass excuse for a lion!" Simba roared, his eyes flashing with fire and his nose curling up in disgust. "Simba, calm down," came the male's voice, his was deep and booming.
"He's dead now Simba," Sarabi said. Simba shook his head. "He's dead, but his spirit lives on, he possessed Kovu," he glanced sidelong at Kitoko. "I know, he tried to possess me earlier." She said, growling. Sarabi sighed. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before Simba, I was ashamed, and the memories I had of the pride lands kept me from staying." She turned to Kitoko. "They also kept me from returning, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Simba Kitoko, I just couldn't," she sighed. Her and the male were beginning to disappear, their cloudy forms beginning to become more and more transparent.
"NO! Don't' leave!" Kitoko and Simba yelled together. "Don't leave me again!" Simba shouted. But it was to late, the couple was gone.
Kitoko took a deep breath and then stopped. Simba sat down opposite of her and glanced over to her. "So," he said.
"So," she replied. Simba took in a deep breath again and then let it out.
"We're half brother and sister," he filled in.
"We're also cousins," Kitoko replied. Simba nodded.
"It's been a long night," Kitoko said, sighing. She looked up at Simba. The hair along his spine was bristling and he was intensely staring forward. He growled from deep in his throat as he said, "And it's about to get longer," he growled.
Confused, Kitoko followed his gaze for the second time. In the darkness, she made out a young adolescent lion making his way into the lands. He was charcoal in color, although in the darkness he looked black, with a tan underbelly and muzzle. Yellowish tan engulfed his two front feet in some sort of socks. A very, very light brown mane was beginning to grow in. Kitoko's eyes widened as she realized just who it was that was coming into the pride lands....
End of Chapter 8
Hehe, three guesses who the trespasser is! Ten Points to whoever guesses right! Lol, I have a feeling everyone will receive ten points.