Moyo found himself outdoors, basking in the moonlight while he gazed up at the stars, lost in contemplation.
"Son... The time has come," a phantom of fire emerged, revealing the spiritual form of Scar.
"What?" Moyo replied, taken aback.
"The roar of the elders is now in your grasp," Scar's ethereal presence persisted. "Harness its power... Embrace it."
"But I don't possess that power!" Kumiza's voice held a touch of frustration. "Ponya is the one who possesses it."
"Kumi, my dear boy..." Scar's voice carried a mix of exasperation and disappointment. "Why do you resist? Utilize her potential... Seize it for your own gain."
"I won't be a part of that!" Kumiza's voice resonated with determination. "Whatever your intentions are I won't allow it to unfold."
"Son! The time has arrived for you to avenge me!" Scar's voice grew more urgent. "Rise as the true ruler of the Pridelands, usher in a new era under your reign. You alone have the strength to carry on my legacy."
"That's not the path I choose!" Kumiza's voice rang out with resolve. "I refuse to bring harm to Ponya or exploit her for vengeance."
"Avenge me my son, claim your rightful place, dethrone Simba and continue my legacy," Scar's voice persisted. "AVENGE ME KUMIZA!"
"Never!" Kumiza replied
Scar let out a resigned sigh. "If you're unable to fulfill your destiny, then you leave me no choice."
"What do you mean?" Kumiza turned, startled.
In an instant, a cobra materialized behind Kumiza, striking him with a venomous bite that left a scar on his right eye.
"Ah! What was that?" Kumiza cried out
"The continuation of my legacy," Scar's voice carried an eerie chuckle, lingering in the night air, as he finally faded away.
"Rise and shine!" Moyo's voice pierced through the early morning, jolting Ponya awake.
"Ah! A bit more gentle, please?" Ponya groaned, rubbing her eyes. "And seriously, it's way too early for this."
"If you want my assistance, then you'll need to follow my lead," Moyo retorted, his tone unwavering.
"Alright, Dad..." Ponya teased, her gaze catching the scar on his right eye. "Hold up, what happened to your eye?"
"Just a mishap that occurred last night," Moyo responded, his casual demeanor not entirely convincing.
"Yeah, right..." Ponya responded skeptically, arching an eyebrow.
Ponya and Moyo trudged onward in the early morning, the weight of exhaustion evident in Ponya's dragging steps.
"Are we there yet?" Ponya's fatigue laced her words with impatience as she passed out.
"Not quite," Moyo replied, his voice steady despite the uncertain path ahead.
"Do you even know where we're headed?" Ponya's curiosity mingled with her weariness.
"About that..." Moyo hesitated. "It seems I've forgotten the path."
Ponya's frustration couldn't be contained. "Are you kidding me? We're lost?"
"Hey, cut me some slack. I haven't been there since I was a cub," Moyo defended his sense of direction.
"Then how do we go there if you don't know the way?" Ponya's logical side questioned.
"Let's just say I'll rely on my instincts and try to pick up on any clues," Moyo reassured, keeping his determination intact.
"Help! Help!" Amid their conversation, an urgent cry for help sliced through the air, immediately capturing their attention.
"What's happening?" Moyo's concern was evident in his tone.
"Please, you look like you're part of Kito's clan," a distressed hyena approached, desperation etched across her features. "Could you possibly lend us a hand?"
Moyo contemplated the situation for a moment. "As much as I'd like to help, I'm afraid we're on a mission of our own. Our time is limited."
The hyena's plea remained unwavering. "This is a matter of great urgency! My family is in grave danger, and we're in dire need of assistance."
Moyo maintained his stance. "I apologize, but I'm unable to provide the help you seek."
Ponya leaned in, her voice a mere whisper. "I think we should help, Moyo."
Moyo let out a sigh, his internal conflict evident. "Ponya if you want your assistance then we should remain in one mission"
The hyena's gaze shifted to Ponya, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and desperation. "Please, young one, if you can convince your friend to help us, we'd be forever grateful."
"Fisi there is no other choice" the serval with the hyena joined in. "There is no other way but to ask the pridelander king for refuge, even tho we have been rejected so many times."
Moyo's eyes lit up as he pieced together a potential solution. "Wait a moment..."
"Paka just give me a chance, I know Kito's clan won't reject an opportunity!" Fisi defended
Moyo turned to the hyena, his voice a mix of determination and strategy. "By any chance, do you know the way to the pridelands?"
The hyena's eyes widened in surprise. "Yes, indeed. The pridelands are not far from our current location."
Moyo's plan crystallized. "Here's a proposal – we'll offer our assistance to you if you agree to guide us to the pridelands. My friend and I have an urgent need to reach there."
The hyena's expression transformed from desperation to a glimmer of hope. "You have a deal! We'll gladly show you the way in exchange for your help."
"So why exactly do you need help?" Moyo asked
"Yama, the queen of the Northlands," Fisi continued, her voice tinged with bitterness. "She's driven our once-thriving community to the brink of ruin. Her rule has been marked by oppression, and our lives have become nothing but a struggle to survive and our people are merely slaves."
"Seems like we've stumbled upon another power-hungry ruler," Moyo commented wryly, a touch of sarcasm lacing his words.
Fisi nodded solemnly. "Exactly. Our land, once vibrant and full of life, has turned into a desolate wasteland under her reign. She's seized control over our resources and uses them to maintain her own luxurious lifestyle."
Ponya's empathy was evident as she listened to Fisi's plight. "So you're hoping to overthrow her and restore your people's freedom?"
Fisi's eyes sparkled with a mix of hope and determination. "That's the plan. We believe that if we can put an end to Yama's tyranny, our land can be restored to its former glory. We just need the strength and support to stand up against her."
"Ah, great. More royals for us to beat," Moyo muttered.
Ponya exchanged a glance with Moyo, her voice holding a hint of determination. "We'll help you, Fisi. It's only right to stand up against injustice."
Moyo shrugged, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Might as well add it to our to-do list."
"We tried asking help once notably the pridelander king, and all he said is that he can't intervene" Paka said "You are the only one that can help us Loyo"
"It's Moyo" Moyo corrected with a hint of annoyance "Yeah ill try my best, Just stay here at this den and I'll do the job"
Moyo stealthily maneuvered through the labyrinth of guards and rocky terrain, entering the kingdom only to be met with a horrifying scene of brutality. Non-lion predators were reduced to nothing but slaves, forced to overhunt and provide food for the dominant lions.
However, his clandestine approach was unexpectedly interrupted as Moyo was found detected locked in the gaze of the queen herself. "Ah, the Mercenary," Yama sneered, a sinister smile playing on her lips.
"A Mercenary? What in the world are you talking about?" Moyo retorted.
Yama's voice dripped with taunting amusement. "Oh, Moyo, the best of Kito's clan. Does your captain have knowledge of your little endeavor?"
"That's none of your business," Moyo growled.
Yama's tone turned venomous as she expounded her twisted beliefs. "Lions reign supreme – a species both formidable and superior. We are destined to dominate, and those beneath us shall serve. Now, our next step is to-"
Moyo interjected "I have no interest in hearing your delusional justifications for cruelty just because your mother didn't love you. The only thing that matters is me putting an end to you and your tyranny."
Yama's smile persisted. "Ah Mercenary. But this won't be that easy."
The ensuing battle erupted as Moyo and Yama clashed, Moyo's strength gave him an initial advantage against the tyrannical queen. However, his advantage waned as the queen's reinforcements – a legion of lionesses – encircled him, turning the tide.
"Surrender now, Mercenary," Yama taunted, her voice dripping with arrogance. "You're a fool if you believe victory is within your grasp."
"I've faced worse odds," Moyo retorted through gritted teeth.
As the battle raged on, Moyo found himself overwhelmed, his strength and energy gradually consumed until he finally succumbed, collapsing to the ground.
"Any last words, Mercenary?" Yama chuckled darkly.
In a climactic twist, Ponya emerged from the shadows, unleashing the powerful roar of the elders, sending the rest of lionesses in the sky.
Seizing the opportunity, Moyo rose to his feet and pinned Yama beneath him. "Any last words, my 'Queen'?"
"You..." Yama began to say.
Moyo cut her off, delivering a swift, fatal blow that silenced her forever. As Yama's reign of oppression came to a bloody end, Moyo stood victorious.
"I told you stay!" Moyo roared
"You looked like you needed help" Ponya replied with a smile
"We are greatly indebted to you, Moyo," Paka expressed his gratitude. "Fisi will guide you to the pridelands as we promised."
"Now that the oppressive queen is no more, who shall take up the mantle of leadership?" Moyo inquired.
Paka's response carried a hint of anticipation. "I'm glad you asked. All will be revealed." With those words, Paka ascended to a rock's pinnacle, addressing the newly liberated creatures. "The oppressive rule of Yama has been brought to an end, a triumph that owes much and wouldn't be possible without our dear friend Moyo. However, you might be wondering, who shall fill the void left by the extinguished royal lineage?"
A moment of pause filled the air as Paka's words held their audience. "We stand at the dawn of a new era, one that departs from the past. An era characterized by equality, a principle long overshadowed by servitude to lion royalty. Today, I announce the birth of the North Republic, where leadership shall be determined by the collective voice of our populace. Regardless of species, we embrace a future founded on true equality."
Paka's speech resonated deeply, evoking a chorus of cheers and jubilation among the newly freed animals. Amidst the celebration, a sense of hope and empowerment permeated the land that had once endured oppression, marking the beginning of a more just and promising chapter.
Moyo couldn't help but reflect on the significance of the moment. "Now that's... Something entirely new," he mused.
"Son... You are mine," Scar's chilling laughter filled the air. "You shall carry on my legacy."
"Your twisted plans won't come to fruition," Kumiza declared firmly, his voice unwavering. "I will never bring harm to Ponya."
"The wheels are already set in motion," Scar's ominous voice continued. "You will succumb to my will, becoming the new ruler of the pridelands."
"AVENGE ME!" Scar yelled
"No!" Moyo woke up with the remnants of the dream still haunting his thoughts. But it was nothing but a nightmarish vision.