Caged
by Maggeh;;
Thanks to my few reviewers xD You know who you are. Also, if you review my story(s), I'll be sure to check out what you've written x) Unless it's a topic that I'm unfamiliar with. Anyway... Hope you enjoy this chapter.
((up in the skies, in the land of dead kings...))
"Oh, it's working, it's working!" A cackle erupted throughout the sky.
The land of the kings was much different from the land we know. It was made entirely from clouds. All the great kings, that were dead, conversed there. Actually, they lived there. They didn't really have a choice. Scar, one of the newer "great" kings, was watching Sagittarium's situation from the clouds. It was he who had been the reliable source that informed the zoo of Sagittarium's non existent wound. It was simple. All he'd had to do was write a note. It sounded very official, Scar thought.
Dear Highway Zoo,
My name is... Um... Pierre. I'm the... head zoo person.
It has come to my attention that there is a heavily wounded lion out in the savannah. You will probably find him unable to stand.
He has an oddly large mane, it's a dark color. His fur is lighter. He's gorgeous.
I want you to pick him up and take him in. That's the best chance for recovery.
Oh, and, eh... You won't be able to actually see his wound. It's a disease. On the inside, you see.
Please take care of this lion. He is often seen near lakes.
Sincerely,
Pierre Dove, Head Zoo Person
Then, Scar simply dropped the letter down to the earth. He'd been getting good at this; It landed right in a zoo keeper's mail box. The guy was fooled. In no more than an hour, Scar had observed as the man pushed Sagittarium into a large truck. HAH! Scar's revenge.
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"C'mon, c'mon, we're almost there!"
A meerkat pushed his warthog friend along the sandy jungle path. The meerkat was selfish, pushy, stubborn, rude, and just plain great. His name was Timon.
"We haven't got all day!" The warthog looked down at his friend unsurely .
"Timon, I'm running as fast as I can. Please be more patient."
"Please be more patient, please be more patient, blah blah blah! We have to rescue Sagittarium!"
The warthog smiled at Timon. He was big, goofy, gullible, smart- in a stupid kind of way- and just plain great. His name was Pumbaa.
"We're almost there, you can slow down when we get there." Timon gave Pumbaa another push.
Pumbaa laughed, grinning at his small friend.
"But we're still in the jungle, Timon! If he really was taken by humans, like that lioness said, it'll take us days to get to the nearest human settlement!"
"Blah, blah, blah. Nonsense, Pumbaa, my friend. Nonsense! Hakuna Matata, stop being so worried!"
Pumbaa shrugged. "Well, I'm not worried.
"Good! Then let's continue.
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"Oh, father, I'm so worried!" Sanati groaned nervously as she waited impatiently outside the lion den, waiting for Timon, Pumbaa, and mostly Sagittarium's return.
"Don't worry, Sanati, I'm sure Sagittarium will be back soon." Simba walked up to Sanati and nuzzled her gently.
"But father, he's been gone for days! And Timon & Pumbaa are so slow, with their jibbering..."
"You know that's not true, Sanati! They'll find Sagittarium. I trust them."
The lioness sighed. "I know, father. I do too. But I'm so worried...."
Simba nuzzled her again. "We all are, I can't deny that. But our past is filled with miracles; Mohatu's reign, Ahadi's departure, my father's time, Scar's death, and your birth. Sagittarium will make it back okay."
Sanati smiled at her father. Simba was always helpful to her, he always comforted her.
"But father, who will be king, if the worst happens?"
Simba paused. "We'll talk about that later. Anyway, we don't have to worry, because he'll be back."
"Do you think that lioness was right? That he was taken by humans?"
"Probably."
"Oh, father!"
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I sure hoped they were looking for me.
I sighed and poked the fish. They were still there from the day before; I had eaten one for dinner the previous night, but I still had three remaining. They didn't look very appetizing.
"All right, Rocky, new food. This time, it's not fish!"
I turned to my zookeeper in relief, not caring that he'd called me Rocky anymore. FOOD! Other than fish! Oh, this was paradise! Well, no. But compared to what I'd had before!
"Some nice, juicy... Cow."
O.O No. Way. COW?!?!?! COW! HE'D GIVEN ME COW!
"LIONS DO NOT EAT COW!" I yelled at him. "WE EAT SAVANNAH FOOD! GIMME AN ANTELOPE, FOR PETE'S SAKE!"
"Whoa, you're getting roary," he commented. "Chill out, dude. You're scaring away the visitors."
I stalked away from him, seething with anger. This was not paradise.