Simba
(10 years later)
The entire palace lay in darkness, no one was awake, except for the young boy lying in a bed that looked like it was worth more than the whole kingdom. He was supposed to be asleep, but he could not get yesterday's event out of his head: he had been on the first floor corridor when he heard some commotion from an open window. He looked outside and down into one of the many courtyards and saw (parked just outside the gates which led to the palace armory) the biggest truck he had ever seen; as tall as a two storey house (even though he was on the first floor, he was still pretty high), and as long as two houses. There was a man in the truck who was looking out of the window quite frequently. Suddenly, the palace alarm rang out and the man in the truck shook his head as another man ran out of the armory with at least ten different guns in his arms and over his shoulders. He had dumped the guns in the back of the truck (which was made of what looked like an extremely large cargo container) and ran to the front, got into the passenger side (which could only be accessed by a rather high ladder) and the driver started the truck and drove it through the gates with incredible speed.
The boy later found out that the two men were gun-smugglers, gun-thieves and were wanted men. The boy laughed to himself and got out of bed, put on a robe and left his room. He had slept a bit, but had woken up quite early and his thoughts had drifted off to yesterday. The reason he had woken so early was because his father had promised to show him something today. His parents' bedroom was on the same floor, but it was a big floor and if you did not know your way around you would get lost. He passed his uncle's room, (good old Uncle Rama, was not someone who liked being woken up at this hour) and after a few minutes finally reached his parents' room. He opened the door and peered into the room and saw his parents sleeping in their bed, he ran up to his father and shook him, "Dad," he said, "Hey, Dad, wake up. Dad? Dad, Dad, Dad…"
"Your son is awake," said Sarabi.
"Before sunrise," said Mufasa, "He's your son."
"Dad," said Simba, and shook his father vigorously, "You promised."
"Alright," said Mufasa, "Alright, I'm up."
Mufasa and his son walked up to the tallest tower in the palace (it had become known as 'The Towering Eye) and looked out over a vast kingdom and two miles away: the Great City.
"Do you see, Simba?" asked Mufasa, "Everything the light touches, is our kingdom."
Simba looked all around; from the Great City, in the west, to the Desert of Torn Souls, in the south.
"A king's time as ruler," Mufasa went on to explain, "Rises and falls like the sun, one day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here and will rise with you as the new king."
"And all this will be mine?" asked Simba.
"Everything," said Mufasa.
Simba looked around and then he noticed something to the north: an area hidden by deep shadows, "What about that place?" asked Simba.
"That place does not form part of our kingdom, you must never go there Simba," said Mufasa.
If you knew anything about the kingdom, you would know that that area had been handed over to a type of people who were considered, by the people of the Great City and the Royal Palace (the Royalists), as the lowest of the low, but who they are will be revealed in good time.
Mufasa and Simba began walking through the courtyard and Mufasa began explaining to Simba how everything exists in a delicate balance and as king, Simba must respect this balance, from the simple leaf to the wild pigs."
"But Dad, don't we eat the wild pigs," asked Simba.
"Yes, Simba but let me explain; when we die, our bodies become the earth and the wild pigs eat the grass which grows from the earth, and so, we are all connected in the great Circle of Life."
"Good morning, sire," a voice said from behind them, Mufasa and Simba turned around to see Zazu running up to them. Now, Zazu, as Simba knew, could be very interesting when talking about anything you liked he could be very interesting, but other than that, he could be a bit of a nuisance. Zazu began jabbering away with the usual 'morning report' and Simba, being a young boy, found none of this interesting and just stuck his right arm straight in front of him, closed his left eye and pretended to try and shoot many things around him, "What are you doing, son?" Mufasa asked.
"Target practice," said Simba.
"Then you need a real target," Mufasa said signaling to Zazu, who never managed to shut up until he decided that he was finished.
"Zazu," said Mufasa, "Could you come with us?"
"Yes, sire," said Zazu, "May ask what for."
"A little target practice," said Mufasa.
"Oh, of course," said Zazu, "Target practice, very well. What? Target practice?"
Some time later
"This is humiliating," said Zazu.
The three were in the great hall and Zazu was at one end and Simba was with a bow and arrow at another. Mufasa walked up to Zazu and placed and apple on his head and motioned for Zazu to turn around. Mufasa walked up to Simba and gave him instructions on how to properly aim and fire an arrow,
"What are you telling him, Mufasa?" asked Zazu, without turning around, "Mufasa? Simba?"
Suddenly the apple flew of Zazu's head and landed on the floor, an arrow pierced it through the centre, Zazu let out a long scream and covered his eyes, Mufasa just let out a long laugh and said, "That's very good."
"Zazu," said a small man who just entered the great hall, "Word from the underground."
"Now," Mufasa began, but Zazu cut him off, saying,
"Sire, cannibals, in the Kingdom."
Mufasa suddenly turned serious and said, to the small man, "Show me."
"Dad, can I come?" asked Simba.
"No son," said Mufasa and left with the small man.
"I never get to do anything," said Simba.
"Oh," said Zazu, "Young master, one day, you will be king, then you can chase those despicable, mangy morons from dawn until dusk."