Disclaimer: I don't own The Lion King, they are copyright of Disney, I only own the storyline and my original characters.
Zira lifted
her head to the starry sky, the stars glittering like diamonds. They
had traveled for hours, and all were now resting in the grassy
plains, two miles or so from their destination. "Zira? Was that
girl really lying?" Tiko asked. He truly did not remember the girl.
It had been long for him. "Yes, she was. What, do you question me?"
She hissed, bearing upon him threateningly. He shook his head, and
brushed his dark brown growing mane across his forehead. Satisfied,
she trotted off, and assigned Venom, a tough and sassy rogue cheetah
to watch the nine and a half month old cub. Tiko sighed. Why did he
not remember a thing? He shook those thoughts off. 'You are evil!'
He scolded himself, and went to wander off, his stomach
growling.
"Where are you going, prince?"
Venom asked. "I'm
hungry, I thought that I should get something." Tiko had only been
there for a day, and hadn't gotten hungry up until now. His father
had let him go on one hunt, but he figured that he could do it again
with ease, even in the dark. Venom's expression softened, and she
looked at the little cub that had the same looks as his father, yet
eyes and a few features of his mom. "I'll get it." She said,
and ran off. Tiko settled down next to a large rock, and noticed
engravings on it.
"The Landers have separated..."
He
squinted at the lettering. Tiko could read a bit of Latin, (A/N: This
is a kind of language for lions, if you will, just to clear that up.)
but due to his...current situation, he had already forgotten who had
taught him. "Times were grave and harsh...A rebellion group had
separated the pride, and war has raged...Most tales of lions who now
call themselves Outlanders recognize the young lioness who helped
them most...Hex...This only at four months of age..." He gaped.
Zira had told him a few stories, that Hex was the great grandmother
of Scar, who had revolutionized the Outlanders most.
"Here, kid."
Tiko quickly
turned around, and pretended to have been messing with his mane while
she was gone. She rolled her eyes. "That mane will grown in time,
young one." She assured him, and dropped a dead gazelle in front of
him. With a sharp swish of her tail, she lay down a few yards away
from him, and he dug in. Once he finished, he lay down and brooded
for a moment. Did he really want this? After all of the lionesses and
lions and cheetahs and other outcasts were asleep, he rolled onto his
back and stared at the starry sky.
"I wonder if the kings of the past
are really up there..."
He whispered quietly.
Kovu was pacing again. Kiara sighed. "Honey, I really am as worried as you are, but the pacing is making me dizzy." Kovu nodded, and lay down next to his wife on the soft, cool savannah grass. Kiara perked up her ears. "I think my dad's talking to Mufasa again," she reported to a puzzled Kovu. He nodded again, and they rolled onto their backs.
"Do you remember when we first met and you were teaching me about the stars and the cloud things in the night?"
He reminded her. Kiara sighed in content. "Even back then there was still danger lurking, and we barely had any time to relax." She said sadly. Kovu snuggled up to her, and the couple fell asleep. Simba had not heard this, but raised his head to the sky away from everyone else. He felt that this was his fault.
"Father, I did not want my future
generations to have to suffer like this. What can I do?"
He
asked the stars. A sudden whisk of wind blew his mane...west. He
smiled. That's where they would head the next day. Nala did not ask
what he had been doing, but he was sure that she knew from past
experiences. The night became quiet.
A screeching monkey woke Lark up right away, and she let Tunya be for the moment. Judging from the amount of sunlight streaming through the luscious canopy of green and brown, she estimated it to be alittle late in the morning. With a yawn, she stretched and wandered around, enjoying the beautiful scenery. It was a beautiful day; her coat was slick and clean, her mind was clear, her stomach was rumbling...She looked around for food, and spotted a small bird on a branch. With a quick swipe of her paws and claws, she killed the bird and tossed it down for eating without a second thought. She then took the remains of her meal in her mouth, and went to check in on Tunya. He was still asleep. Lark paused for a moment, and then deposited the leftovers in front of him. Dragging a leaf to the river, she filled it with water. With great difficulty, she somehow managed to get it over to Tunya with only a few drops spilled. Once it was over his head, she dumped it on him.
"AYEE!"
Lark snickered as his
head shot up and he screamed. When he realized it was her, he tackled
her playfully, and she pinned him down.
"Pinned ya."
She said. Tunya
smiled and she let him up. He quickly tackled her again when he
presumed she was off guard, and they rolled down a hill and onto the
riverside. She landed on top of him.
"Pinned ya 'gain."
She said
happily, but after she rolled over, he got her. When they realized
their position, the two flushed. Tunya let her up, and for what
seemed like a long time, an eerie silence befell the jungle.
"We'd better meet up with some residents of the jungle. It's in danger, and the Outlanders will be here in about an hour or so." He turned and padded into the depths of the thick foliage that made the jungle so large. Shilark followed, and blushed at the fuzzy, warm feeling that was spreading up and down her spine. She couldn't possibly like a hyena. Her parents wouldn't approve, would they? They had never been in an alliance with the snickering devils, and now they had just started. The pride simply didn't trust them yet. She arrived in a clearing where most of the meerkats were gathered. They had taken residence and control of the jungle. Uncle Max was watching from the safety of a small burrow he had carved out.
"We are gathered here today to think
of a plan to stop the Outlanders from taking our jungle!"
Timon's
mother shouted, and the jungle went alive with chatter. "I say that
we do war." A giraffe announced. Many other voices nodded in
agreement, and Timon's mother sighed.
"I do believe that it
has come to that. Here's what we do..."
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Simba yawned and shook the sleep from his eyes. Kiara and Kovu were up and ready to go already, eager to retrieve their cub. He got his wife up with the other lions, and once the hyenas and the warthog and meerkat were awake, they set off, and in an hour, the foliage of the jungle came into view.
"Let's go save the jungle!"
Timon
cheered, and they sprinted to the entrance. Little did they know that
they were being watched.
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Zira snarled at the retreating backs of the hero group. Those filthy hyenas wouldn't work for her kind anymore. She clawed the ground in anger, and succeeded in taking a root of a desert plant out in her paw.
"Tiko!"
She roared. Tiko was
pushed forth by Viper. "Yes?" "You are coming with me; we're
heading into the jungle early. The rest of you prepare yourselves.
This is war." She said in a dangerous growl.
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Author's Notes: War is approaching! Anyways, is it okay? Oh, and I thank the reviewers for—well, reviewing! I appreciate your support!