(A.N. this idea has been in my head since 2002 and I have to get it out of my system)
Prologue
The great sun rose from its resting place behind the horizon. The light from the sun reflected off the gigantic truck hidden among some bushes. The man behind the truck emerged from the shadows and stared out over the vast plains before him, he had seen many sunrises before, but this one was strange, glorious would be how he would describe it and for a moment, a feeling of hope overwhelmed him.
The man looked at the sunrise for what seemed like hours, until he noticed something: people, flocking to the east, towards the Great City. He knew what was happening, he had heard of the 'journey' made by the people whenever the 'moment' happened. The man grunted, climbed into his monstrous truck, and fell asleep.
The ocean of people and vehicles continued on the journey to the Great City and once they got there, they would have to make a two mile journey from the City to the Royal Palace. Most of the elderly had made the journey before, but that was 30 years ago, and now they found the journey long and tiring. The younger ones, however, found the journey fun and adventurous, in a way.
The Royal Palace
A rather scrawny, old man, walked with surprising speed up the great steps which led up to the Palace. The old man walked through the great doors, and was already walking down a long corridor, when the great crowd began to amass outside. The old man entered a long room with two thrones situated at the other end. A man dressed in royal clothes sat on the bigger of the two and woman dressed in her own set of royal clothes sat on the right, in the smaller of the two. The old man walked up to the royal man and bowed saying, "King Mufasa."
"Rafiki, my old friend," said Mufasa, and the two embraced in a brotherly hug.
Rafiki walked over to the woman and bowed, "Queen Sarabi."
"Hello, Rafiki," replied Sarabi.
Rafiki looked at the bundle Sarabi had in her hands and saw a new born boy looking up at him. Rafiki reached into a satchel he carried and took out a bottle filled with a red liquid, he then smeared some of it across the baby's fore head and took some dirt from his satchel and sprinkled it onto the baby.
Rafiki then took the baby from Sarabi's arms and carried him to a balcony overlooking a huge crowd of people; he was followed by Mufasa and Sarabi. Suddenly, Rafiki raised the baby over the crowd and an earth-shattering cheer rose from the crowd. Sarabi looked around and said, to Mufasa, "Where is your brother?"
Mufasa looked around the balcony and sighed, "I should have known. Zazu!"
"Yes, sire," said a colorfully dressed man on the Mufasa's left.
"Find my brother," said Mufasa, "Tell him I am on my way to speak with him.
Zazu bowed a left the balcony.