continued it became obvious that the carcass must have been larger. A Zebra or waterbuffolow and that ment the predator must have been a lion perhaps Zelia or possibly a rouge lion or lioness. He felt his muscles begin to twitch involuntarily. He hadn’t fought another male lion in a while and hadn’t planned on fighting anything that big today. The path continued still with no sign of the carcass being dropped that would take great streanght, exceeding any lioness. Leaving him now convinced that he was tracking, a big lion.

Finally the path emptied into a large area of matted down grass and the carcass he had been trailing, the body had been badly mangled but it had most likely been a zebra. He examined the ground but the rain had turned it to mud, masking all tracks. Then very faintly a sound in the grass to his left he waited, no wind. The anticipation of a battle with something larger then a hyena made his heart pound. He turned almost smiling.

“Show yourself!”

He roared as loud and commanding as he could, his voice echoing off into the distance.

“ You must be Simba.”

A voice answered back.

“ I am Simba the king of pride rock and this is my land upon which you have taken the liberty to hunt. I do not tolerate rouges.”

“ Oh really are you going to make me leave your land little king.”

The voice laughed.

“ Who the hell to you think you are to insult me in my home , SHOW YOURSELF, and I shall make you take leave of this world, contipuas bastard!”

Simba roared, infuriated. The grass in front of him shook and from it arose a gigantic tiger more then twice his size. He jumbed back trying to hide his complete shock and still look dignified.

“I am Void.”

It said its voice booming yet cold.

“ What is your business here?”

Simba demanded refusing to back down from the huge tiger. From behind him another tiger emerged from the grass cutting off the way he had just came.

“ We are the brothers Null and Void, we have come on behalf of the white lion and you USED to be the king here Simba of pride rock.”

From behind him Simba saw the other tiger bat something from the grass and Zelia’s head rolled across the clearing stoping near where he stood.

“Where you looking for her?”

It asked smiling evily at him.

“She was a lot of fun, before she died.”

Simba felt his temper rise and the size of his foe ceased to matter. He roared and leapt at the tiger before him. The tiger lunged forward to meet him snarling, and he and the massive tiger collided with an incredible impact. He bit and slashed at the Tiger trying in vain to find its vital neck through its thick fur and powerfull muscels. The tiger thrased his head and caught his shoulder in its jaws. Intense waves of pain shot through his whole body as the its teeth tore through his flesh followed by the sickening sound of bones and tendons snapping. He cried out in pain and as the tigers powerfull jaws relised him he fell to the ground. He fought desperately to stand as the tiger reared up to attack again, but his leg in agony refused to respond. The tiger let its crushing weight slam down on him and began pummeling him with its huge paws. He felt bones break and the taste of blood formed in his mouth. The tigers weight lifted for a second and a sudden blow to the head send him sprawling across the small clearing. Again he tried to stand, he felt compelled to speak but couldn’t remember what he wanted to say. His vision seemed to blur, and their was a defening ringing in his ears. He could barly focus on his foe in front of him its image fading. He saw the tiger leave the ground, leaping for him and the other behind him laughing, then his world went dark and quiet.

The morning’s rain had turned into a angry storm over the pride lands. The sun was now gone and dismil darkness seemed to cover everything. The sky alit only by the occasional flash of lighting. The rain fell now in torrents and even the wind seemd angry. As Nala was led up the path to the prides caves she felt very distant like she was dreaming some horrible vision of the end of the world. Only the pain from her wounds remided her of it’s reality as she trugged along. They reached the caves at last and she could hear the lionesses sounds of surprise at the white lion leading her. Then their surprised murmurs turned to shreiks of terror as Two huge tigers arrived from the other direction along the opposite path dragging Simba’s limb body. With a leisurely yawn the tiger let him fall from his jaws onto the hard stone. Nala rushed over to him. He was alive but his breathing was shallow and his body was growing cold. The wound on his shoulder was deep and he had lost a lot of blood, running her paws down his chest she could feel at least one broken rib. She laid herself across him trying to protect what little warmth his body held from the rain.

“ Is he alive?”

The callous voice of the white lion asked behind her.

“ JUST BARLY you fucking bastard, dam it, he’s going to die out here we need to get him inside the caves where its warm.”

She screamed behind her tears running down her face.

“ I assume then that I have you loyalty.”

“ I don’t care, whatever the hell you want just help him.”

The lion made a motion with his head and the tiger picked Simba back up by the scruff of his kneck and carried him inside as Nala followed. Behind her she herd the white lion talking then she thought she herd Sarabi yelling back. It didn’t seem to matter anymore, her king, her only refuge from the dark had been broken, it seemed the end she had feared for so long had come upon her at last.

Part four ( The rise of Rohad)

In the poring rain the lionesses stood in shock. The white lion approached them walking the length of their ranks scanning the looks on their faces. Defiance clearly reflected in every one of their faces. They had seen one tyrant in their life time and where determined not to see another. He stopped in front of a attractive female and smiled. He ran his paw across her shoulder and gently raked his claws down the golden fur of her chest. He was rewarded with an enraged growl. With a sudden movement he caught her by the back of the head and locked muzzles with her shoving his tong in her mouth in a deep kiss. The lioness fought franticly to free herself from his grip on her. He waited for a moment for dramatic effect, enjoying the taste of the young lioness and then with a quick jerk of his paw snapped her sleek neck. Letting her body fall limp to the wet ground. The stunned and outraged pride seemed to roar in unison. Calmly he walked a little ways back from them. Where he could address them all at once. Licking a bit of blood from his lip, he turned to face the snarling mob.

“ Lionesses of the pride of pride rock, your king is gone. We rule here now. I know that you are brave. That every last one of you would give your lives in a pointless fight aganst us for the sake of honor, But I remeind you of your cubs and I promise that should I have to kill you they too will die and much more painfully. I imagine this is sufficient to gain your obedience, or must I further demonstrate my point.”

He locked eyes with Sarabi. Their obvious leader. She started to step forward and behind him the tigers stood up, her gaze turned to them. She knew she couldn’t beat them physicaly she doubted that the whole pride could, and dying bravely would do no good. The white lion waited an arrogant amused look on his face. He wanted her to attack him.

“ Do not harm our cubs and you can do whatever you want to us we wont fight you.”

She said lowering her head in defeat.

“ No lioness you cant fight us, you lack the ability. I just wanted you to relize that.”

He smiled at her. A hideous smile of jagged black teeth. Herded by the massive tigers the lionesses allowed themselves to be led quietly into the caves. Leaving the body of their former fellow pride member behind.

The rain increased in its intensity as the shallow light of the sun hidden behind the storms dark clouds died . Allowing the darkness even greater dommince. The lionesses where left to themselves in the back of the cave and allowed to tend to the cubs, but evil looks from the two tigers guarding the entrance remided them not to test the limits of their freedom. The white lion sat outside in the rain observing the storm raging over the plains. Nala lay in the courner cradling Simba’s head in her lap. Behind her she could here the other lionesses wispering amongst themselves. They blamed her for this, even if they didn’t know it yet she could feel it. They should blame me she thought. I brought the evil here. Because of me Simba is lying here nearly dead. She curled herself around him fighting to keep him warm and began to cry. The darkness came and she was cub again helpless and frightened.

With the new day no sun rose to greet it. The great storm still ruled the sky of the pride lands. The lionesses weary from a sleepless night where made to stand as the white lion entered the cavern. They watched their new dictator with broken glassy looks as he gave his orders. He divided them into two groups, one would go out and hunt for the days food, while the other would remain behind to be executed should the hunting party fail to return. Nala was to lead the hunting party, but luckly Saraibi was with her and she knew Sarabi would take over the command. She was reluctant to leave Simba alone but it was made quite clear she didn’t have a choice in the matter so she didn’t argue and the hunters, with her and Sarabi leading, disembarked into the storm. While the rest where herded off to one of the smaller caves where they would be