you.”
Simba roared glaring at Rohad. Nalahe vibrant green of her eyes. She fought with the last of her weakening will against that which she didn’t want to believe. The horrible image of her dreams she had never let herself acknowledge while awake. A black sunrise, the last sun rise. The end of the war. Nothing could defeat him, not Sarabi, not Simba. Nothing of the light could stop him now. Day would never dawn again and she would be alone in the dark forever. Slowly all seemed to fade and an unpleasant sleep took her.
The lionesses where awoken by the tigers at dawn still exhausted and forced out onto the ledge in the rain to hear the white lion. He stood on a large rock where the gathered lionesses could easily see him.
“Pride of pride rock. I will not lie to you. I have no reason to. Your world is at its end. I wanted you quite until I had finished due to the concentration required, but now I am done and I have no further use for you. The tigers will be coming. They will rule your lands now. You will spend the rest of your lives in their servitude or you will die shortly after your cubs are tortured to death. Slavery or death for you and your children are your only options I would suggest you consider the matter and do not choose emotionally.”
Sarabi stepped out from the pride
“ No Rohad, you cant blackmail me with our cubs lives. This is beyond our pride now. You have to be stopped.”
She spoke with an utter absence of fear. She appeared like she had in her youth. The brave and strong warrior hunter who had defied Scar so many times.
“ You cant stop me Sarabi. Do you think I would return from the dead to be beaten by a whore.”
He said his voice calm and cold
“ Your tigers aren’t here yet and you talk to much.”
As smooth as water she took two steps and leaped. She locked every one of her senses on the beasts throat all the rest of the world faded away. She had made up her mind. He had to die and that was all that mattered. Sarabi moved as fast as she ever had in her youth. But the tiger called Void was faster. A blow of his giant paw caught her. His strike reversing her direction. He reared up on his back paws and with all his weight coming down, drove her head first into the ground. Her back broke with a noise like thunder and the great Sarabi was still. Every lioness stood in shock staring dumbfounded at her lying in the rain, just moments before so strong and powerful. The tiger standing over her triumphantly. Sarabi their queen for two kings, mightiest of all the lionesses had fallen. Nala had never imagined a sight so horrible. It suddenly occurred to her how much she had respected the elder lioness, and what her death would mean. The morbid silence was broken by the Rohad cruel voice
“ Well, would anyone else like to challenge me?
He asked looking out over them. No one made a sound. What could kill Sarabi none of them could defeat.
“I will fight you!”
A voice echoed from behind them. The startled lionesses parted to reveal Simba standing in the entrance of the cave.
“ The king awakes at last!”
One of the tigers laughed.
ran to him terrified.
“Please”
She whispered in his ear.
“ Don’t fight him, He has powers that are beyond us. Your still hurt Simba and I cant watch you die.”
“ I have to fight him Nala. I love you. I hope you know that. I wished I could live my life just for you and do only that but I am this lands king. He’s killed members of my pride. He killed my mother. He has to die”
He said, lovingly licking her cheek.
“ I understand. I love you too.”
She said and stepped out of his way tears forming in her eyes.
“ Fight well my love.”
He walked past her. The other lionesses hurriedly clearing out of his way. The tigers began to step forward but Rohad stopped them.
“ No let him come. I will fight him alone. I think they need to see this.”
He said steeping down
“ Simba, son of Mufasa, son of Asyron, king of the sun, come now, put me in my place.”
The white lion snarled with a grin revealing his jet black teeth. Simba roared and leapt at him. The white stood unmoving ,without even the slightest effort to avoid the incoming blow. Summoning all of his strength Simba slammed his paw into the white lions head with all his weight coming down behind it. But landing he found his foe still unmoved and unharmed. Again he struck attacking Rohad’s arrogant face raking his claws across his foes emerald eyes and again the white lion remained unharmed. Simba stumbled back in shock baffled by an invulnerable foe.
“ Your mortal Simba. You cant hurt me. You never had a chance.”
The white lion said walking towards him. Rohad swung at him and he was to stunned to block. The blow caught him in the head the black claws tearing deep grooves down his neck. Still not thinking he moved to block an obvious feint and the real strike slammed into his already severely wounded shoulder. With a yell he fell to the ground. It was over. He hadn’t even put up a decent fight. The white lion was right he had never had a chance. Another blow struck him in the back of the head and once again his world went dark.
Nala stood sobbing unable to stop herself as Rohad continued to beat Simba already unconscious and badly injured. By the time he stopped Simba was a bloody mess horrible wounds all over his body and Rohads white fur was stained red up to his shoulders. He walked over to her the other lioness getting out of his way like where already whipped slaves their spirits utterly destroyed.
“ Take him into the cave and fuck him, even if you have to do it yourself on his unconscious body and you will have his children just as I promised you would. By my honor I have completed by debt to you. Enjoy your last night with him Nala. Tomorrow he will die.”
He said his face still lit with rage. She couldn’t make herself respond and he glared at her for a moment. She halve expected he might attack her again. But he turned and walked off down the path towards the plains. For the second time she followed the tiger called Void into the cave that had once been hers, Simba’s broken body in his jaws.
Part Seven ( Scars of the storm )
Nala sat next to where Simba lay watching him sleep. Her eyes where red and the fur fight him, He has powers that are beyond us. Your still hurt Simba and I cant watch you die.”
“ I have to fight him Nala. I love you. I hope you know that. I wished I could live my life just for you and do only that but I am this lands king. He’s killed members of my pride. He killed my mother. He has to die”
He said, lovingly licking her cheek.
“ I understand. I love you too.”
She said and stepped out of his way tears forming in her eyes.
“ Fight well my love.”
He walked past her. The other lionesses hurriedly clearing out of his way. The tigers began to step forward but Rohad stopped them.
“ No let him come. I will fight him alone. I think they need to see this.”
He said steeping down
“ Simba, son of Mufasa, son of Asyron, king of the sun, come now, put me in my place.”
The white lion snarled with a grin revealing his jet black teeth. Simba roared and leapt at him. The white stood unmoving ,without even the slightest effort to avoid the incoming blow. Summoning all of his strength Simba slammed his paw into the white lions head with all his weight coming down behind it. But landing he found his foe still unmoved and unharmed. Again he struck attacking Rohad’s arrogant face raking his claws across his foes emerald eyes and again the white lion remained unharmed. Simba stumbled back in shock baffled by an invulnerable foe.
“ Your mortal Simba. You cant hurt me. You never had a chance.”
The white lion said walking towards him. Rohad swung at him and he was to stunned to block. The blow caught him in the head the black claws tearing deep grooves down his neck. Still not thinking he moved to block an obvious feint and the real strike slammed into his already severely wounded shoulder. With a yell he fell to the ground. It was over. He hadn’t even put up a decent fight. The white lion was right he had never had a chance. Another blow struck him in the back of the head and once again his world went dark.
Nala stood sobbing unable to stop herself as Rohad continued to beat Simba already unconscious and badly injured. By the time he stopped Simba was a bloody mess horrible wounds all over his body and Rohads white fur was stained red up to his shoulders. He walked over to her the other lioness getting out of his way like where already whipped slaves their spirits utterly destroyed.
“ Take him into the cave and fuck him, even if you have to do it yourself on his unconscious body and you will have his children just as I promised you would. By my honor I have completed by debt to you. Enjoy your last night with him Nala. Tomorrow he will die.”
He said his face still lit with rage. She couldn’t make herself respond and he glared at her for a moment. She halve expected he might attack her again. But he turned and walked off down the path towards the plains. For the second time she followed the tiger called Void into the cave that had once been hers, Simba’s broken body in his jaws.
of her face matted where she had been crying. It was late. The night having long changed the sky from a dark gray to pure black. She had spent half the night thinking and had already decided what she had to do. Sarabi was dead and even with the power of the ancestors behind him her beloved Simba had fallen. Nothing of the light could defeat the white lion. She ran her paw through his mane still
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