AN: Short summary: Sylvia, a lioness of the pride rock must save her siblings from the humans who took them and must go on a major quest to find them, but the only way she can survive her adventure is by seeing through the eyes of another.Youll see what i mean as the story goes on. ( at least if i hopfully keep writing this one). unfortunatly, just like my other fic, none of the original characters are in this one (like simba or his daughter). And the main character is just a normal lioness not the hier to the thrown.
Disclaimer: I dont own anything from lion king except my own charcters. ( well duh..)
Chapter 1: Night time disturbance
Night time in the African safari would seem, to most, the time of slumber and silence for any animal who's home dwells there. Whether it is in the deep black pools of an existing water hole or in the vast meadows of the African savanna. But as always there are others who stalk the night. They come to hunt and to feed until the last shadows of the night are over come by a soft morning light.
The lioness of an existing pride for example will sometimes wake in the dark hours of a pale moonlight to stalk through the tall savanna grasses to hunt for an early morning meal.
Tonight however, the lions continue to sleep on top of their rocky territory they've called their own for many centuries. The lioness sleep dreamingly on top of smooth tan rocks or in the sheltered cave drove deep into an arched rock where the king and queen of their pride sleep safely between them. Cubs nuzzle under their chest and arms.
A small breeze whips up through the branches and leaves of trees and a small distant sound of thunder produced by an on coming rain proceeds a mile or two to the north. Everything else is peaceful and quiet.
The peaceful night is disturbed however, by the rustling of grass and rock as a shadowed figure stumbles through the thick grasses and marshes. Breathing heavily, the lioness trots through the land in a great rush.
A small owl peeks out of one eye to look down at her then with a soft hoot closes its eye again. Bats fly out into the night.
It took her sometime to leave her rocky territory without waking the others but, from what she could tell, all were asleep. Now with her keen sense of night vision she moved quietly around in great leaps.
Unfortunately, she must have made that mistake of thinking no one had seen her leave for just as she trotted up a small slanted hill she came face to face with another lioness.
The lioness made a low growl in her chest. The fur on the back of her neck rose up as she stared into the other lioness's moonlit eyes.
" Sylvia." The other lioness hissed. " Where on earth to you think your going."
Sylvia ears dropped to the side of her face in an expression of horrified surprise. She had been so occupied in sneaking out that she had not heard her Aunt following behind her. Irritated by her clumsy mistake she looked down at the ground in utter disappointment.
Sylvia's Aunt bared her teeth. " I suggest you get back to pride rock this instant before I decided to give you a scar."
Sylvia shuddered at her aunt's words, for a "scar" meant more then just getting scratched.
It had its one story to it. Simba's uncle had one and so did king Kovue, which was made by his own mother when it was said he had caused the death of his older brother.
The "scar" is a mark that is scratched right through the upper and lower part of your eye and it stays there until you die. The mark not only hurts, but is also a sign of dishonor to your pride and is a very embarrassing mark to have. Putting shame to your family.
Slowly Sylvia walked back towards her home, her Aunt following close behind.
Sylvia's Aunt had taken care of her and her brother and sisters since they were tiny cubs. Their mom left them when her younger sisters were barley a week old and she and her brother were not even a month. They never knew their father.
Aunt Zee, not having any cubs of her own, took them in and made them members of pride rock.
Sylvia and her siblings had always loved pride rock. For its beautiful scenery and plentiful resources. But after some years living there Sylvia began to wander farther and farther from pride rock. She loved to explore and adventure everyday.
The others like her Aunt however, did not like her wandering off. Since the discovery of humans had come about, the pack has made sure to stick close together and Keeping a close eye on her.
This was exactly why Sylvia had planned to sneak out tonight, for she couldn't stand being cooped up and moping around like a mangy cat. Aunt Zee may have stopped her this time, but she knew she had another night tomorrow.
Walking back up on to pride rock, before Sylvia had a chance to sit down her Aunt spoke to her in a soft whispered voice.
" Sylvia what were you thinking! The night is not a time to go running off. There are humans out there! You could have been killed!"
Sylvia did not respond at first having being use to many lectures from her aunt.
" Yes I know." Sighed Sylvia. " But I can't take this much longer Zee…If you and the rest of the pride truly think where safe even just staying in our own territory your wrong. Besides, I haven't smelled or sensed any human since last week. For all we know they could be way out of our land."
Sylvia's Aunt growled at her response. "We must stick together," she said in a harsh voice. " For are own survival. The humans are growing faster then us and they have better means of survival. You remember what happened last month to Kilo don't you?"
Sylvia's eyes grew wider, her thick fur standing on end reflecting the moons light.
Everyone knew what happened. It was something Sylvia was trying to forget.
Kilo was a great friend of hers. Always joining her on her quests. Until one day, without warning, he was killed by a human hiding in the under brush. She had run off and hid herself, watching as the two legged creatures took hold of Kilo and through him into one of their strange moving objects and took off unto a man made path.
She still couldn't figure out how they had killed him. The only thing she could remember was a loud banging noise and her friend suddenly collapsing in front of her. A hole in the side of his chest.
Sorrow crept up within Sylvia thinking of that moment. She didn't go out for many weeks after it happened. But soon she was off adventuring again, forgetting about the past.
Her Aunt saw the look in her eyes and felt guilt for bringing up the moment.
" I'm sorry Sylvia. I'm just trying to protect you. I don't want that to happen again."
Sylvia nodded and trotted up to a nearby rock. Aunt Zee sighed and sunk back into the dark cave.
Sylvia looked up at the white pale stars in the sky. She wanted to cry out, but couldn't. Instead she laid her head down and forced herself to sleep.