Elsa could only lay still upon the white back of her adopted mother. Stunned by the excruciating pain she felt from the bullet that had gone through her shoulder. Diata brushed through the lush vegetation, all through the time, with all her remaining strength, Elsa tried hanging one while also covering the bullet wound that had passed right through her left shoulder. With the use of her left hand, gripping tightly to her mother's white fur. It was also followed with pain from her wound.

As she laid motionless, the jungle girl slowly faded from her conscious. He vision began to blur and was about to come into darkness. As he blue eyes became covered, Diata hurried through the lush jungle. She rushed as fast as she could allow herself to go. The fearful mother was left with her adopted cub life in such danger.

Her hope was for her daughter to be alright and be able to reach the pride. Never could she bare the loss of another child, it was the tragedy that she could.

Diata had finally came out from the jungle and into a clearing before the rushing stream of water. Diata turned back to gaze upon Elsa. Her young girl cub was starting to fade away. The lioness was horrified.

"Elsa..." she said in a whispering tone. Her heart raced as vastly as her agony. Time was becoming so short for her girl cub, her only hope was across the wide rushing water.

"Just hang on."

Diata turned back toward the fallen tree over the river. The lioness leaped up and landed upon the surface of the fat, bark truck. She then ran across the tree to the other side, returning into their known part of the jungle. Just then, a familiar bluebird fly by and spotted Diata. He gasped upon seeing Elsa wounded and flew down to the white lioness.

"Diata!" he called to her.

Diata gazed up upon the bird's appearance.

"Zazu!" she said.

The bird stopped and hovered, flapping his wings up and down.

"Oh my..." He said in utter shock.

"What has happened?!"

"Zazu, please find Help!" Diata said.

"Oh, Yes, at once!" said Zazu as he flew off ahead.

Diata then continued her most desperate journey to the pride. Much to her luck, they were not so far from here. But it wasn't enough for Elsa. She raced through the spaced crowd of trees. All the while, Elsa could no longer keep herself awake. Her head laid down upon her mother's back and she passed from her consciousness.

Elsa's hand was released from the back of her mother and slid downward, dangling.

It was short time to passed, Diata had finally reached the Prides den.


From near the mouth of the cave, Sarabi was lying under the burning sun. Along with her was Sarafina and Nala, wrapped in her front legs. At the side of the lioness queen, Simba layed next to her. Both he and Nala were now confined to stay with the lionesses after their disobeying action of crossing the river.

Sarabi gazed toward the jungle where she then witnesses Diata emerge into sight, carrying a now unconscious, Elsa. The lioness widened her eyes in shock as she stood up on her four paws. Sarafina turned and saw Diata rushing toward them.

"Sarabi!" She cried.

The tanned lioness gazed in shock at Elsa, laying motionless upon her back. Simba and Nala gazed toward the motionless wild girl. Both of them were left without words and shocked beyond belief.

Simba came up beside Diata looking up at the wild girl now deep slumber.

"Elsa?" he said.

The wild girl only remained motionless. Simba began to frown. He came up and pushed her hand with the top of his head.

"Elsa, wake up!" Simba pleaded.

Yet till Elsa did not awaken. Simba could feel such remorse and pain for his friends state.

"What happened to her?!" Sarabi questioned.

The answer was nothing for Diata to even believe herself. Never could she even imagine that her own kind would fire their steel branches of fire at cub, let alone one of their own.

"Man." she answered.

Diata stared to her.

"What!" she said in shock.

Sarabi was but left so surprised. To know that man was responsible for something that was so unthinkable as this. Though this was not the time for an answer. Elsa was suffering deeply from her wound and was in need of help.

"Come, bring her into the cave."


The three lioness walked inside the den. Simba and Nala turned to watch as they take Elsa into the cave. Simba was left with such guiltiness. All because of his ego and curiosity, Elsa had end up getting hurt. The young prince narrowed his head, shutting his eyes with such shame for what he had done. He could only place the blame upon himself for Elsa's suffering wound.

Within the cave, Sarabi lead Data to the flat stone plate form at the back of the cave.

With care Sarabi came up beside Diata and took hold of the top Elsa's loincloth. She then lifted the girl cub off of her mother's back. Sarabi then turned and carried the girl to the rock plate form. The tanned lioness set the girl down, laying her on her back. Diata came up and stared down at her adopted daughter. She frowned upon the state of Elsa, she could not bear to see her like this.

The white lioness came up onto the plate form and lied down next to her daughter. As she continued to look down upon her, she felt so ashamed. All she wanted was to protect Elsa, to give her the life she had failed to give to her lost cub. But now her her adopted daughter lies, shot by one of her own kind.

"I'm sorry, Elsa." she said, tears emerging from her eyes.

"I never should have let this happen

Diata leaned down and nuzzled her adopted cub. Sarabi and Sarafina looked in such remorse for their friend. They closed their eyes and narrowed their head, praying for Elsa's return from this undeserved tragedy.

Sarabi gazed back up at Diata. The white lioness only laid there next to her adopted daughter. She was still, curled right beside Elsa. She could see her friend just had she saw her in a time not so long ago. Where she had already lost her cub to the scavenging stripped dogs. Now the little girl she had adopted, baring the wound that had taken so many lives of the many animals of the could imagine the pain she was going through.

"Diata?" she said.

The white lioness did not even turn to look back at them. All she wanted was for her to be here with her daughter. Sarabi frowned, she could understand how hurt she was by Elsa's state. It was apparent that she wanted to be alone. The lioness queen turned to face Sarafina.

"We should go." she said.

Sarafina looked to Diata and Elsa. She wanted to help however she could, but even she knew that it was best to leave Diata alone with her adopted daughter.


Zazu was soaring high above the jungle in search of help for Elsa. He gazed down below at the small openings through the countless green leaves that covered every tree from miles and beyond. From all directions her looked for someone who could help Elsa. Yet so far there wasn't a soul in sight to be seen. The blue majordomo was becoming even more desperate as before.

Yet right at that moment, some luck was to be found. Zazu then spotted Mufassa down below. The browned red maned lion was walking down a path way through the jungle. The bird the gasped. The king needed to be aware of the crisis.

"Mufasa!"

Zazu swooped down from the air and toward the lion. The alpha upon hearing the calling of his most trusted advisor stopped and turned his head back to gaze behind him. The alpha lion saw the blue bird fly down and land before him.

"Oh sire, thank goodness I found you!" He said in an deeply concerned voice, turning to the large lion.

"There is a great urgency!"

"Zazu, calm down." said the lion, seeing the bird so worked up.

"What has happened?"

"It's Elsa!" The domo explained in a panicked voice.

"She... she's been badly wounded!'

Mufassa widened his eyes in shock.

"What!" He said.

"Where is she?!"

"She and Diata were heading back to the den." said Zazu, thinking back when he saw them at the river.

Mufassa turned back the way he came. What was a relief to him was that they were back with the pride. Before he departed for his pride, he first turned back to Zazu. With Elsa in such peril from the wound, then they were going to be in need of help from the jungle's healer, the old Mandrill, Rafiki.

"Zazu, go and find Rafiki!" He ordered.

"Yes sire!" he said just before he flew off into the sky.

Mufassa then ran back from where he had came. The alpha lion charged at great speed.


The Lion King came into the clearing. back up onto the surface of smooth warm rock. He gazed toward the cave entrance to where he sees Simba and Nala stare toward the cave entrance. Sarabi and Sarafina walked out from the cave, bot bared a looked of concern and sadness Mufassa could only imagine the worst.

The large alpha walked up toward the cave and approached the two lionesses. Sarabi and Sarafina turn and saw Mufassa coming before them.

"Mufassa." said Sarabi, his presence so desired at this very time of grief.

"Zazu told me." He said, knowing the great tragic occurrence.

"What happened to her?"

Neither his queen or Sarafina could tell. The answer barred such horror, none of them could even bared to say. Mufassa grew even more nervous and afraid as before.

"Sarabi?" he said again, begging her to tell the answer.

The lioness queen then spoke but the only word she had heard.

"Man." she said.

From that word, the large lion barred silence and taken by surprise.

"What?!" he said

Simba came by his father's side, gazing up to to him. He was in a great mindset of fear and guilt. For all, he was the reason this all had happened. He continuously blamed himself for Elsa being shot. His only hope was that she had passed on.

"Dad, she's not..."

Mufassa gazed down to Simba. He could hear the ping of concern in his voice, from a very look at the young prince's concerned expression written upon his face. The king turned to face his son. He knew that Simba was consumed with such fear, how he must place the blame of Elsa's fate on himself. Mufassa could not let his son be some consumed by a tragedy that was of none of his doing.

"No, son." he said.

"She is not."

Simba tried to tell himself that was the truth. Yet still it wasn't enough to cleanse his guilt. The young prince narrowed his head downwards, his eyes narrowed. What if his father was mistaken, what if Elsa did die? It would be such an unthinkable occurrence, Simba couldn't for a second imagine that would happen. As Simba dwelled in his guilt, the pain he was facing was shared by another in a greater amount.

As day turned to evening, Diata had still refused to leave Elsa's side. In the shadows deep within the cave, The white lioness continued to stay curled next to her adopted daughter. She gazed down to the motionless body. What followed from this horrible sight were feelings of great pain. To see her daughter this way was but an unbearable thought and sight to be seen on its own. But what was the most terrible fact of this whole thing was that it was done by Elsa's own kind.

Never could she have imagine that they would do such a thing like that. How could that man have just shot a poor girl-cub like Elsa. Tales of man had never described them to be of that cruelty, to have killed a cub, Especially that of their own. This was far worse than what she possibly could have imagined.

The lioness's sorrow was then ceased by the entering of the prides ruler. Mufassa walked inside the cave and barred sight to the mother and daughter. He saw Elsa laying unconscious on the stone platform. Embedded in her shoulder was a blood-red wound of a guns bullet, that had plunged through her shoulder. Mufassa could only stand there, staring with such shock and was left with feelings of sympathy for the girl-cub. Mufassa shifted his sight to Diata. She was curled right up next to her adopted daughter's side. The majestic king was left to a familiar sight of the lioness's pain. For here was another of her young was in such peril. This was something that was too familiar to him.

His one hope was that Diata would not suffer another loss of a child. However, there was a new hope for the the wild girl that was soon to come.

As Mufassa continued to stare into entrance of the den, he heard a sound from the pathway behind him. He turned back and saw a white bearded mandrill, holding onto a long staff with two hard ball shaped objects that hung from the very top. Mufassa was but so relieved by the sight, his presence never so needed then this very time of grief.

"Rafiki!" he said turning to face the old, wise mandrill.

"Mufassa, my friend." He said, placing his right hand on his chest, he took a bow before the king.

"A blue bird has come to warn me of a crisis."

Mufassa turned back toward Elsa and Diata. Rafiki looked as well. To what he was shown, horror and grief to a mother. Such a young girl cub, lying atop the stone surface of the stone plate form, so motionless. Her mother at her side in tears and such shame. The tall standing baboon frowned.

"Oh..."

The lion turned to face.

"Rafiki." he said.

"I ask for you help. I have already asked her once to let go of her first child. I wish not to do the same to Elsa."

The wise shaman set his hand upon Mufassa shoulder. He too loved Elsa as the animals of the jungle, nor could he bare for Diata to lose another. To whatever pain has been place upon the wild girl, he knew of but one solution to her pain.

"As you wish, my friend." He said.

Rafiki turned and crawled upon his two feet and his free right hand. The jungle's wise shaman

came before the mother and daughter. He gazed to the two, witnessing more of their undeserved suffering. Diata laid as still as that of her daughter, never once since she removed her sight to anything. All she wanted at the moment was to be here for her adopted daughter.

"Diata?" the mandril spoke.

For a moment, the white lioness was without a single movement to respond. Yet through some encouragement, she turned her head to the tall baboon. Upon seeing the mandril, the desperate mother saw what was hope for her daughter.

"Rafiki!" She said.

The mandril bowed his head to her. As he came to face her again, he turned to her adopted child. Upon seeing Elsa, He came up to her side and came to face the bullet wound on her shoulder. He set his hand upon the wound and was marked with her red blood. Rafiki brought his hand close to his nose. He sniffed in the red liquid, the scent to follow widened the Mandrills eyes.

He had once encountered this before. The wound that came from the thunder sound of man's gun. Never could he think that man would fire upon their own cubs.

"Man...?" He said staring down to the blood over his hand.

The mandrill looked toward the white lioness. So shocked by this discovery, he was so confined to believe such a thing. Although the answer he was given was of nothing to deny this horrible truth. Diata simple closed her eyes and turned away.

"Ohhh." he said turning to Elsa.

The mandrill set his hand upon her forehead. He slowly draped downward to her light, blond hair.

"Poor child." he moaned.

Diata gazed up to the mandrill. She wanted nothing more than to help her daughter, this was her only chance. She couldn't bear losing her as she did her first cub. She spoke up to the white bearded Mandrill.

"Rafiki."

The blue faced baboon looked up to the white lioness.

"Hm?" he responded.

"Is she...?" the lioness asked curiously.

Rafiki gazed down at Elsa. Loss was but an occurrence to Diata. Already, she was forced to live on without the cub she had bred before. Now it was, that Diata may suffer even more if she lost Elsa. As a friend to both, he found no compassion for either of their sufferings to come to pass.

Rafiki placed his hand upon the girl's heart. Upon the feeling of her chest, there came one beat from her young heart.

"No." He said gazing up at the lioness.

"She is not. But her wound is still great."

The white lioness sighed, closing her eyes.

"Rafiki." she said softly.

"Please, I beg of you, please help my daughter."

Wounds from that of man have been treated before, and Rafiki knew of this healing solution. For her amongst the jungle, there hides away a cure, a solution to pain such as this. It is but a rare herb that hides within the dense crowd of trees.

"You will not suffer another loss." Said the mandrill, promising what would be the impossible.

Rafiki then turned and dashed away to the cave entrance. Diata looked in shock and confusion. He had promised to help her daughter. Why did he even dare to leave them?

"Wait, where are you going?" Diata asked curiously.

Rafiki turned back to the white lioness.

"Don't worry." he said.

"Rafiki shall return!"

The tall standing baboon the ran outside of the cave. Diata laid there in silence. She prayed that wherever Rafiki was off to, would be the answer of their situation. The white lioness gazed down to Elsa. So concerned of how she was doing, her state of mind was consumed with such fear.


Mufassa and the others were waiting outside the cave. Mufassa continued to share out into the hole through the stone hill. He awaited for any such word or sight of Rafiki and Diata. The alfa then sited Rafiki coming out from the cave. His hopes were that he would bring word of Elsa. As the Mandrill came face to face, he stopped before Mufassa.

"How is she?" Mufassa asked, curious and worried.

From at the back end of Mufassa, Simba was standing. The the young prince listened to their discussion of Elsa.

"She is fine, my friend." Rafiki answered.

"Her wound is not fatal."

Mufassa sighed in relief. He was so thankful to know that Elsa was safe.

"Don't be so concerned, Mufassa." said the baboon.

"I know what may help her."

Rafiki carried on his ways. Mufassa turned and gazed in his direction. The Mandrill made his way down to the jungles edge. Afterword's he disappeared into the lush forest. On his venture, Rafiki scurried his way. The mandril climbed up the trunk of a tree and leaped up to the the high branch. Climbing up onto the limb, Rafiki them leaped off and grabbed a nearby vine. He swung toward the next tree. After a short while of moving above ground, Rafiki landed in a high, split limbed tree. Gazing below from the large gap between them.

In between the roots of the next tree, stood a small green herb. Rafiki gasped in joy. He came through the gape and then leaped down to the jungle floor. Rafiki approached the small green plant.

"Ah, here you are." he said.

Is the very essence of the jungle, there was but one so unknown to man-kind. What grew within the tropical forest, a rare herb hides away in it's midst. Only known by so many animals of the jungle, as well as the mandrill. The herb was known to be a cure for those sick and wounded in the wild.

Many Of those, wounded by the guns of man, were healed by this herb. Rafiki knew this was but the one chance for her to be relieved from her wound. The mandrill took hold of the step and pulled the herb from the ground.

Rafiki then turned and scurried back to the pride's den.


Diata waited patiently in the dark, silence of the cave. Her very anticipation would Rafiki would hurry back with whatever help for Elsa. But waiting was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment. Every passing second, the more concerned she felt for Elsa's well-being. While it was not fatal, she was still in grave danger from the bullet of the gun.

It was revival for her to know that Elsa was still alive. But it was time that was dimming that hope for her. At the entrance of the cave, Mufassa walked inside the stone shelter. Simba followed his father inside, yet did not step a paw forward inside. Mufassa turned to his son.

"Simba." he said.

"Wait outside."

Simba was opposed to his father's request. The young prince was waiting for too long for Elsa to come through. He wanted to see her.

"But.. Dad... I want to see her."

"No, my son." Mufassa explained.

"This is not the time to see her."

Simba narrowed his eyes, disappointingly.

"Okay." he said just before he turned and walked away back out from the cave.

The lion stood and gazed upon his son departing from him. He could understand how his son was feeling. He cared for his friend, he was only trying to do what he could to help. But the best thing he could do for her is to give her time. She needed to heal from her wound. Though, wound was not just the bullet indent through her shoulder.

Mufasa turned back to Diata. Knowing what was the littlest explanation to Elsa's state. He wanted to know of the full truth of the matter.

The reddish brown lion came up before the white lioness. So eager to know of the truth, she knew it was best to hear from her.

"Diata?' he said.

The white lioness gazed back toward the alpha lion.

"Mufassa." she said.

While glad for his presence, she head little need for it. Being alone was but her one desire.

"Please, I must ask you to go." She said in a manner of respect to king.

"I mean to be alone."

"I didn't mean to disturb you." said Mufassa.

"I only came to know."

The white lioness became curious.

"Know what?" asked Diata.

"Is it true?" he questioned.

"Was it man that did this?"

The white lioness frowned, knowing was there for her to see. The truth shown in her eyes and it was more horrible to be believed. Still at the time of the occurrence, she could still hear that that echoing roar of the gun. What followed was her daughter crying out in pain. What was the most unthinkable thing was that it was man who had done this.

"Yes." she clarified in a softly tone.

The answer was but a stunning shock to the alpha. Tales of the human-kind, the cruelty to the beings of the wild, never could Mufassa think they would do such a thing. While it was known for man to do such an act, never could he think that man would commit a murdering act of that of their own cubs.

"How could this be?" Mufassa said despairingly.

"I don't know?" answered Diata shaking her head before she looked to Elsa.

With a known factor like this, the lion was of the mindset of the danger that lies on the other side. The threat of man was clear as the shifting day, and now they present a threat to Elsa. By the time he thought, Rafiki came storming back into the cave.

"Ha, Ha!" He cheered with such great joy.

Mufassa looked back and saw the tall standing baboon charge in from the outside.

"I found it, I found it!"

"Rafiki?" He said.

The over-excited baboon turns to the king.

"Mufassa." he said turning to the king.

"I found what could heal Elsa."

Rafiki opened his hand and revealed the herb to the two lions. Mufassa was but left surprised. So too was Diata.

"The herb?" he said, having to have heard of the plant before.

Rafiki nodded his head yes. Diata couldn't help but smile gratefully. There may yet still be some hope left for her daughter's survival. Rafiki came up at the side of the plate form. The baboon sat upon the solid ground, his legs crossed over over one another. He took a round fruit from off his staff and held in both hands above his head. The mandrill then pulled and broke it into two. Rafike set one piece down before him. After Which, the mandrill took the herb from his side and threw it into the open fruit bowl.

Rafiki looked left and right till he saw a chunk of stone, lying at the side of the stone platform. The mandrill took hold of the stone and then began crushing the plant. He slammed the ends of the rock down onto the thing green plan, turning it to mush.

"Will this work?" Mufassa asked curiously, having to never see the erb be treated to anyone.

"Mufassa, my friend." He said.

"You mustn't be so worried. I have used this cure in past times."

Once Rafiki was done, he place the rock down upon the cave floor. He then picked up the bowl and came up to Elsa. Rafiki looked and reached in with his free hand, dipping his fingers into the green mush. He then placed it over the bullet wound shoulder. He covered the redness of the pullets path.

After he finished, Rafiki gazed up at Diata.

"She'll be okay." he reassured her.

The white lioness smiled and sighed in relief.

"Thank you, Rafiki." She said.

"Thank you, so much."

The shamen nodded his head in gratitude. He gazed down to Elsa and rubbed the top of the girls head.

"I am happy to help." he said.

Diata looked down at Elsa. With the antidote provided by the mandrill shaman, her hope for her daughters chance would come full circle. This was the the defining moment, the fate of Elsa would soon be answered. The day had faded into the deep time of night. The sky's so darkened from the world outside. Within the den, most of the pride took shelter for rest, others were out on a hunt for prey. Among the few in the cave, Sarabi and Sarafina slept. Right at their sides, Simba and Nala were snuggled next to them. Both so caught up within their dreams. Mufassa was settled right next to his family.

It was quite within their den of stone. Even Diata had faded to her slumber beside Elsa. Yet at this very moment, there would be one who would awaken. There came a slight moaning from the wild girl. The sound had reached the ears of her mother. Diata open her eyes and raised her head from her paws. She gazed down with anticipation. Was this...

"Elsa..." she whispered.

The girl's eyes squinted, before they slowly open back up. The first sight to be shown was the white lioness who had cared for her in this jungle.

"Mama...?" she said.

From the sound of her daughter's voice, Diata eyes were filled with the tears of joy, sobbing. She thought that perhaps she was dreaming. But it was not. Her daughter had finally returned to her.

"Elsa!" she said.

The wild girl sat back up, wincing a bit from the pain of her shoulder. Diata leaned in and nuzzled her little girl cub. Finally, the fear and despair that clouded her. It was now replaced with joy and happiness once again. Her daughter was alive.

"I thought I lost you." her mother sobbed.

Elsa place her hand at the back of her mother's neck. She stayed close against her mother, listening to her purr.

"Mama." she said as closed her eyes.

Tears emerged from her eyes, seeping down the sides of her face.