WARNING, This story was not intended to be read by children
WARNING, This story was not intended to be read by children. It is a dark tale, containing adult themes. You have been warned
Authors note, This is a story based off of the original lion king movie, altering the ending slightly, and takes nothing else into consideration. It was intended to be the first part of four part series of stories spanning a great deal of time. If and when I will publish the other three parts, most of which have not yet been written down, will depend mostly on how this one is received. To any who find this story enjoyable please feel free reprint it elsewhere whenever possible, though I will ask and or demand that it not be altered and that I be given credit for writing it. Also feel free to base other stories off what I have created, though once again I ask that you do not alter my original work. I would like to how far my story will spread and what others might make of it.
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THE LEGEND OF THE WHITE LION
BY ROHAD.
Part one ( The day of the Sun )
O tell me the legend of the white lion.
Of how Sun and storm split the sky. Reflected in the lions eye.
The stories of the circles, and their end.
That I might I understand
How what has never happened before, could happened again.
The old Babbon said high atop his tree. Despite the darkness he could see them leaving, headed for the mountains of the north east. It was the second month of the seventh year, tomorrow the inhabitants of pride rock would celebrate the day of the sun. He shivered, the night was uneasy, the western winds where angry, and the very air seemed hostile. A storm was growing in the old woods as if the land itself was reliving ancient wars. The cold seemed to remind him of his age and this dark night he felt very old.
All was well in the middle plains. The grass now grew green again. The herds had returned. A hyena had not been seen in the plains for two years now. Tomorrow the pride would celebrate the day of the sun a celebration to thank the ancestors for this years new cubs, the youth and future of the pride. Nala had long been dreading this day. For two years she had been Simba’s wife, his queen and still she had bore him no young. Many young lionesses had had cubs this year, these where good times. They lived in an age worth celebrating, but as was becoming ever more obvious to her she did not.
A good king now ruled. He lay asleep in their cave beside her. Nala watched him as he slept. He was so peacefully, so calm, so relaxed. He lived in a world where one could be happy with a good meal the heat of his wife and the cool of the night. He was her champion. He had fought the darkness and had won….but he had not seen it, only at its begging only at its fall, not on its throne not at its height. He had not lived it. She truly loved him but she could not join him in his blissful world. She had seen darker days and they haunted her.
She ran her paw through the fur of his mane, down his belly. When he was awake his strength comforted her. When they made love their passion enveloped her and she forgot all concerns, but when he slept she was left alone with the night and the past returned.
As always her memories wandered back into the past. The days when scar ruled all the light touched and made it dark despite it. She used to lay here in this very cave when she was young. She remembered herself as a young cub lying trembling on the floor trying to hide from the horrible tormented sounds of the other lionesses being raped and tortured. The never ending laugh of the hyena’s insanity or Scars horrid voice. She remembered the day Scar told her she was his daughter. The way her mother tried to explain to her young cub she had been an unwilling victim. She remembered word for word how Scar told her she would not be hurt, how she would be raised as a princess to become like him one day. Worst of all she remembered how the lionesses would look at her. They exhausted and starving their bodies being mutilated by continues torture and rape. Their own cubs dying. While she was kept well on the fruit of their labor. They tried not be embittered, she was a cub it wasn’t her fault. They where never mean to her, they hid their resentment from the way they acted towards her, from the way they spoke to her but they couldn’t hide it from the look in their eyes. A burning irrational hatred they where ashamed of but couldn’t hide. As she grew older she used to hope that her farther might become angered at her that he might hurt her. Then at least she would be one of the lionesses. By her pain she might repay her dept to the them, and then at least she wouldn’t be alone any more.
Then she found escape. Fate sent her to the rightful king and Simba brought back the light. But with Scars fall the other lionesses torture had ended, but hers continued. At night sleaving, headed for the mountains of the north east. It was the second month of the seventh year, tomorrow the inhabitants of pride rock would celebrate the day of the sun. He shivered, the night was uneasy, the western winds where angry, and the very air seemed hostile. A storm was growing in the old woods as if the land itself was reliving ancient wars. The cold seemed to remind him of his age and this dark night he felt very old.
All was well in the middle plains. The grass now grew green again. The herds had returned. A hyena had not been seen in the plains for two years now. Tomorrow the pride would celebrate the day of the sun a celebration to thank the ancestors for this years new cubs, the youth and future of the pride. Nala had long been dreading this day. For two years she had been Simba’s wife, his queen and still she had bore him no young. Many young lionesses had had cubs this year, these where good times. They lived in an age worth celebrating, but as was becoming ever more obvious to her she did not.
A good king now ruled. He lay asleep in their cave beside her. Nala watched him as he slept. He was so peacefully, so calm, so relaxed. He lived in a world where one could be happy with a good meal the heat of his wife and the cool of the night. He was her champion. He had fought the darkness and had won….but he had not seen it, only at its begging only at its fall, not on its throne not at its height. He had not lived it. She truly loved him but she could not join him in his blissful world. She had seen darker days and they haunted her.
She ran her paw through the fur of his mane, down his belly. When he was awake his strength comforted her. When they made love their passion enveloped her and she forgot all concerns, but when he slept she was left alone with the night and the past returned.
he was still a little girl alone in the dark. The daughter of a monster. Her dreams where haunted by the screams and hatred of the past. Awake she had to face the realization that that hatred had never died. Simba never saw it. He was oblivious to it but the other lioness still saw her as the daughter of the king who had killed their friends and children. Now she was their queen but in two years she had been unable to produce Simba any cubs, no heirs to a line of good kings. She sat up and looked down at Simba. She loved him and she knew he loved her but she knew the time was coming when the pride would rid themselves of their failure of a queen and find their king a worthy mate. Like so many nights before, tears welled up in her eyes and she began to cry. She wrapped her paws around her husband seeking shelter in his strength.
Simba stirred from sleep. For many nights now he had been awoken in the dead of night to find his wife tightly clinging to him crying. He had tried asking before and she refused to tell him. He given up on knowing. Wrapping his strong paws around her he pulled her into him. He had become accustomed to simply comforting her.
She awoke to Simba gently licking her mussel. She looked groggily up at him still exhausted from a near sleepless night.
“We have to get up Nala. We have duties to perform.”
“You’re the king cant you just make them wait for us”
She said looking at him imploringly.
“ We have to get up”
She rolled over onto her back.
“ You can do whatever you want to me, just lets go back to bed.”
She said spreading her legs and laying back seductively.
“ Believe me I wish I could, but today has been much anticipated and they are going to kill us if we make them wait any longer.”
Nala groaned and got up, stretching painfully she gave Simba an annoyed look and they headed out into the far to bright morning sun.
Simba and Nala found the main entrance the to the great pride rock a busy place. The other lionesses where about tending to their cubs and talking to one another. In the field bellow the main ledge many of the plains inhabitants had already gathered. All where supposed to attend. Nala made her rounds with Simba performing the various social duties required of royalty then as soon as was acceptable fled to the outskirts of the crowd to wait out the days tedious ceremonies. She found Raffiki seeking shelter under the shade of an overhang also hiding from the celebration. She went and sat down beside him getting as close to the rock wall as possible to avoid being seen. She had come to greatly respect the old Babbon. Raffiki had been the Spiritual aid to the king for three generations. In the last year she had become a student of his in the ways of the circles mostly to avoid participation in the hunting parties and thus the other lionesses but despite her selfish reasons she took her
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AWESOME, bang-UP job. I'm VERY impressed.
