each other. Kiburi stood up in front, secretley scared and unsure of what to do. 

"ATTACK!!!"

Kuua's roar pierced the lands as her hyenas ran for the Pridelanders. The lionesses sprang into action, repelling the hyenas. Kipanya's pack leapt on the enemy hyenas and bit them. All in all, it was a fearsome battle. The air was filled by the sound of the lionesses and hyenas.

Kiburi was putting all his training into the battle. He knew when to slice, bite or maul. Just before he could do real damage, lightning struck, and the Pridelands were on fire.

Like didn't have enough to do than fight in the middle of a blazing fire, Kiburi thought.

Jasiri and Nadhari stopped at the edge of the gorge. They looked at the fire spreading towards them. Jasiri looked at Wema, who was looking scared out of his life.

"Nadhari," he said. "Take Wema and find Kuona. Get inside Pride Rock and get the cubs out of danger. I'll look for   Kuua."

"Right." Nadhari and Wema said.

The three parted ways and made it through the gorge. Now they were surrounded by flames. Nadhari followed Jasiri's words and ran for Pride Rock. Jasiri headed for the battle. He could see Kiburi fighting Kuua. She was clearly stronger than him even though he and Kiburi had advanced training. Jasiri couldn't bear to see Kuua hitting Kiburi. All thought vanished from his mind and was replaced by pure anger. He drew his claws and ran forward.

Jasiri didn't know what happened in the last few seconds, but all he knew was that Kuua was off Kiburi with a bleeding mouth. Also, she was facing him instead.

"So, I see the king's son has returned." she snarled.

"And its about time you see Zira again." roared Jasiri.

"I'm not leaving before I finish you off." She smiled, blood trickling down her mouth. "I'm making her proud."

Jasiri's eyes scanned the area for a way out. They rested for a second on Pride Rock on which he spied Kuona and Nadhari carrying cubs and running away. He was relieved to see that the cubs were safe. Then a thought struck him:

Where was Wema?

Jasiri's heart was filled with fear. He looked at Kiburi and the two cousins had a silent conversation. In the spilt second Jasiri tuened to Kiburi, Kuua knocked him flat. Luckily, he wasn't hurt badly, but she had sliced him on his shoulder. He glared at her and leapt at her. 

Both lions fought long and hard. Jasiri did everything he had been taught. From the corner of his eye, he saw Kipanya fighting The Alpha of the enemy pack. He didn't realise it, but Kuua had steered him towards the gorge. He stepped back by one step and slipped.

He caught hold of the gorge's edges with his claws. He looked at Kuua, hatred boiling up in his throat.

"Well, look who's gonna meet his end like Great-Grandad." Kuua sneered, and then put her claws on Jasiri's paws, drawing blood.

"I'm not gonna die." Jasiri said.

"Don't you know where you are?" Kuua laughed. "You're at the place where Mufasa died. You're at the place where Zira almost killed your father. You're at the place Zira died. And now you will join them all." 

She began to push him back when another roar sounded and Kuua was attacked. All Jasiri saw was a streak of brown fur. He managed to pull himself up and looked down.

To his horror, he saw Wema hanging on for dear life on the cliff. Kiburi ran past Jasiri and pulled his brother up. Below, Kuua was also hanging, and the ledge she held was beginning to crack. Jasiri held out his paw, despite his bleeding shoulder. But it was too late. The ledge cracked and Kuua fell down the gorge.

Chapter 8

Kiburi steadied his cousin. Jasiri was really shaken. The fire on Pride Rock had subsided and rain was falling heavily again. The rain drops extinguished the remains of the fire and the air was filled with smoke from the battle. Jasiri looked around to see that everyone was okay.

Kiburi had a bleeding paw and a slight nosebleed. Apart from that, he was fine. Wema had twisted his right paw slightly and limped. Nadhari had a cut in her neck that was deep, but not fatal. Kuona had been luckier. She had only a few bruises on the side of her body. Kipanya had a few scratches on her left leg.

Jasiri had suffered the most injuries. He had a broken hind leg and was covered in cuts and bruises. His shoulders were bleeding really badly. The pain was blinding him. He longed to lie down and give in to it. The pain felt hot. There were too many cuts to lick and the pain from his body was pulling him down. But he fought the pain, as his father had told him to. 

Kiburi walked over to Wema.

"Wema," he said. "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry for what I did. I had a mental block about what Scar did to Mufasa."

"Its okay." Wema said, cheerfully."I would have felt the same way."

"Would you like to come back?" Kiburi asked." It'll be useless living in Hakuna Matata now that Timon and Pumbaa are dead."

Tears began to fall down Wema's face. Kiburi looked at Jasiri. He nodded in agreement. Then, both brothers nuzzled. Kuona and Nadhari smiled. 

Now, Jasiri and Kiburi faced the sisters.

"Well, aren't you two coming?" Jasiri asked.

"Where?" Nadhari asked.

"To Pride Rock, of course." Kiburi said.

The rain had stopped by now. Rafiki's niece had tended to all their wounds. All the lionesses and hyenas sat in a circle. Nadhari was standing beside Jasiri and Kuona beside Kiburi. Wema was in the middle. 

"What do you two think you're going to do now?" Kuona asked.

"We've decided to let Kiburi rule now that his greatest fear has passed." Jasiri replied.

"But what about you?" Nadhari asked.

"I'm going back to being a rouge." Jasiri said. 

"You'll come to visit me, won't you?" Kiburi asked.

"Of course I will." Jasiri said.

The sun had risen from behind the mountains and had enveloped Pride Rock in a layer of light. Then Kiburi began to walk forward with Kuona beside him and Wema behind him. Behind them, came Jasiri and Nadhari. Together, the five friends stood at the summit of Pride Rock, over all the animals. Jasiri first let out a roar. It was followed by Kiburi's. Then, all five lions roared. All the animals erupted into cheers. When they finished roaring, they looked up to the sky. Rays of the sun were shining on them.

"Well Done, my grandsons." Simba's voice sounded.

Jasiri smiled as a gust of wind carrying leaves surrounded him. He knew it was his father, Kopa. He let the wind blow through his mane. Simba's spirit looked down upon them all. He knew that he had accomplished what he had come for. Everything was back to normal.

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