Our tale so old and wise as the jungle itself began with the silence. A silence of which could be heard by the deer themselves. Beyond the walls of the great city of Agraba, where the Maharajah rules, another Kingdom lies. For you see, the jungle is but a kingdom itself. And all kingdoms have their rulers. And in the jungle, it is the Tiger that rules.

A beast that is feared by the people. But is respected by all the all the jungle. And it was long ago that the jungle was ruled by two so fairest and noble of all.

If one was to look to the hills in the distance, you would have seen from where stood the Lord of the Jungle...

Over the ledge overlooking the jungle, a large Bengal Tiger walked to the very edge. It was there have a mighty roar which bellowed over the jungle.

Shere Khan, King of all tigers.

For it was he who ruled the jungle so long ago. A fair and noble king who upheld the law of the jungle. And it is the law of the Jungle that all the free people follow. The Law of the jungle is sacred and has been so even before the time of man. It as old and as true as the sky. Those that keep it will Prosper. But those that break it will die.

It was Shere Khan who protected the jungle, plunging on those that would break it. As the Maharajah ruled the city of Agraba, it was he that ruled the jungle. Feared by all men. For they never dared to enter his domain. It was man who broke the Law of the jungle. Hunting without purpose, Shere Khan would avenge the jungle.

Man have felt Shere Khan's wraith before. But he was not without Mercy. For the Law of the Jungle forbid killing man. For it was that man would come in revenge with their guns and fire. All in Agraba and all the villages fear him as a great spirit who guards of the jungle.

Though he was seen as a firm king, feared and respected by all, there was one who could tame his very heart.

As Shere Khan stood over the ledge overlooking all the jungle, it was then that a another tiger with white fur and gold stripes came up next to him. She turned her head and nuzzled under the chin of Shere Khan.

His mate and queen, Shreya, the white Tigress. The fairest in all the jungle. As Shere Khan was to be stern and strong, Shreya was wise and nurturing. For it was only she that could ever reason with her mate.

Ruling by his side, the two brought peace and balance to all the jungle. Protecting and upholding the law.

Emerging from the jungle brush, the two tigers came along the banks of a waterhole. Narrowing his head, Shere Khan began to drink from the pond as too did Shreya.

But it was a rule that was ended by the musket of a village's chief hunter.

Trudging through the lush jungle brush, a man with a black beard and Turban wrapped over his head. Wearing a white shirt and harem pants, caring a long musket in his hands. Brushing aside the foliage, he peered into the clearing where he spotted his query. The two tigers who drank peacefully at the watering hole.

Shere khan's ear twitched at the sound of the rustling brush. He glanced to the brush off to the side and saw the man who bared his gun to him. And it was without hesitation the man pulled the trigger and the sound of his gun went off through the jungle.

It was man who broke the jungle's ancient laws. And it was his act that began this very tale.

And now our tale must now go beyond the walls of the mighty city of Agraba. To the very end of the city stood the colossal structure that was the palace of the Maharajah. And it was there in the walls of the palace, the three daughters of the maharajah and princesses play in the Garden.

Two of the princesses chased one another near the fountain, laughing. One was Princess Raksha, the middle child of the three, only six years old with long brown hair, wearing a purple sari, running from the youngest sister.

"Come catch me, little sister." Raksha said, chuckling.

"Come catch me!

Her little sister continued to chase after her. The youngest was Princess Aria but two years younger, with black hair with a small yellow flower, wearing a small pink sari.

She ran up behind her sister and touched her over the back.

"I got you, Raksha!" she proclaimed.

"I got you!"

The two looked back to the dove cage, where sitting at it's base was the eldest of the three, Princess Jasmine. She was the eldest daughter of the Maharajah, only but a year to Raksha. She had black hair that was tied into a pony tail, s small blue headband with a sapphire at the center, gold earrings, wearing a blue sari.

She stares down at the small dove she was holding in her hands. She reached down her small finger and pet under it's chin. The small dove leaned into her touch. Jasmine tilted her head, smiling down at small white bird.

"Sister!" Aria called to her.

Jasmine looked back and saw her two sisters coming up behind her.

"Sister, come play!" she said.

Jasmine turned back to the bird she was holding. She then reached up and placed it back in the pen.

"There you go, little guy." she said before closing the doors.

Aria came up to Jasmine and took her by the hand, pulling her along.

"Come on, Jasmine!" she said.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Jasmine insisted as she followed her two sisters.

"ek, do, teen, chaar, paanch, chh, saat, aath, nau, das!" Jasmine counted, leaning against the Palace wall.

She then turned from wall and looked out over the garden.

"Ready or now, here I come!" she proclaimed to her sisters.

She waled out to the middle of the garden, where she stood before the fountain. She looked out over the garden. But her sisters were no where to be seen. Jasmine narrowed her head as she thought. Her sisters had secret hiding places in the garden. Usually, Aria would hide somewhere in mother's flowers.

Jasmine turned to the bed of flowers off to her left. She walked over, where she peered over lilies. But did not see here younger sister hiding within the shrubs. She glanced back to the hedges. That was usually where Raksha would hide.

Though as she came up behind the hedge, Raksha was no there. She searched for a short while over the other spots she knew she may hide. But even still she could not find her sisters anywhere. Jasmine came back into the garden center, where she then stood as she thought for a moment. Peering around the garden, she tried to think of what other places they could be.

Mother's Garden was vast and wide. There were so many other places they could be. But where?

There was a sudden rustling in the bushes nearby. Jasmine glanced back and saw the leaves of the bushes. Jasmine grinned.

"Aria," she said, as she walked toward the bushes.

"Raksha?"

The bushes continued rustling.

"I found you," she insisted.

"Come on out."

Though even still, they did not come out. The clutter of leaves continued to rustle and brush against each other. Jasmine came up to the bushes, where she tried to part the clutter. Only to feel something jump out of the bushes and pounced upon her. Jasmine gasped, knocking her to the ground.

She felt it then jump off of her. Jasmine glanced up and saw it scurry behind the fountain. She rolled onto her stomach as she stood up, peering to where she saw something hiding behind the fountain.

Jasmine squinted her eyes as she slowly came up to the fountain.

"Hello?" she asked, curiously.

As she came up around the fountain, she saw something hunkering down under the fountain. Just as she was about to see what it was, it quickly backed away under the fountain.

"Wait," she said, putting out her hand.

"Don't go."

She came down over her knees.

"Please, don't be afraid," she said.

"I won't hurt you. "

The small creature of which hid from the princess, saw the princess's gesture. One that was gentle and of kindness, encouraging her to come forth. Yet still the small one hiding was still so hesitant to reveal itself to the young princess.

"Please, come out," Princess Jasmine encouraged.

"Don't be afraid. Please come and let me see you."

It was so that the words of encouragement from the princess, reached the small one hiding in the shadows. Slowly it came out from under the fountain and upon coming into the light, it was revealed to be a young tiger cub.

Jasmine gasped in awe. Not everyday does a princess ever find a tiger cub in her. And though it was said that tigers were dangerous, such fears did not deter the princess. For it was only a cub. How could such a thing so small and cute be dangerous?

She came up to the tiger cub, who glanced up at her, so fearful.

"Where did you come from?" Jasmine asked, curiously.

Jasmine held out her hand to the cub. The cub's ears narrowed over it's head as it backed away.

"It's okay." she reassured the cub.

Slowly she continued to reach out to cub, placing her hand atop it's head. Slowly she began to pet the cub, stroking it's stripped fur. The very touch of the princess, all sense of fear was then lost as the cub leaned into her touch, purring. Jasmine then reached down and picked up the cub, holding her up.

She then turned and glanced to the gateway off to her right, which stood partly opened. It must have came though there. It was the only other way in besides the entrance inside the palace. But what was it doing here?

She glanced back to the Tiger cub.

"Are you lost?" she asked, curiously.

"Where's your family?"

The cub then frowned sullenly, narrowing it's head. Seeing the sadness of the cub, Jasmine frowned. She wondered if it meant that the cub had lost it's parents and was all alone.

Jasmine heard a familiar voice call her from nearby.

"Jasmine?!"

She glanced up and saw her two sisters coming up to her.

"Aria, Raksha, look what I found?" she said, holding up the cub to them.

Aria gasped upon seeing the tiger cub.

"Tiger!" she cried as she hid back behind Raksha.

Raksha peered in awe. Though not in fear like her younger sister, but of awe and wonder.

"Wow," she said in awe.

"Where did you find it?"

Jasmine came up to her two sisters.

"I found her hiding in the bushes." She said, glancing back at the bushes.

Aria peered from around Raksha, she glanced at the tiger cub. The cub glanced to her, causing her to gasp and hide back behind her sister.

"Aria, it's okay," she reassured.

"It's just a cub."

"But father said tiger's are dangerous!" Aria reminded her.

Jasmine smiled as she turned the cub around to face her.

"Not this one." she proclaimed, as she rubbed their foreheads together.

Raksha glanced up at her sister.

"Where is it's mother and father?" she asked, curiously.

Jasmine glanced back at the cub, frowning..

"I think she's lost them." She insisted, glancing back to them.

Her two sisters frowned upon hearing Jasmine, glancing to one another.

"What should we do with it?" she asked, curiously

Jasmine turned back to the tiger cub. She narrowed her head, wondering what to do. She couldn't just leave this cub. Her heart would not allow her to dare do so.

Though it was the kindness of the princess's heart that she then realized. Without it's parents, the tiger cub would never survive. So she would be the one that would adopted the cub as her pet.

"Maybe we could take care of her," Jasmine proclaimed, glancing to her two sisters.

Raksha and Aria nodded their heads in agreement to her sisters suggestion.

"Yes, sister," Raksha proclaimed to her suggestion.

"Lets keep the cub as our own."

"We must ask Father and mother though," Aria said.

"If we can keep the cub."

The three sisters each nodded to one another, knowing her sister spoke true.

"but first, what shall we call her?" Raksha said, glancing down the cub.

Jasmine narrowed her eyes as she thought of a name for the cub. And thus, the perfact name then came to her.

"I think I shall call you... Sangha!" Jasmine said.