Read Fanfic : The next Round (of The Circle of Life) 3/3 (Page 2)

great-grandparents, reign of Taka the First and return of Simba. He told them everything he knew about tragic events that had ended the War of Prides. Because Golden Ones demanded more, he said about fight between Zira and Pridelanders.

“And she was ready to do it.” Finished Taka, looking on his auditory.

Lioness were lying still, inside the Golden Cave, some with closed eyes, but none of them were sleeping. His story, as well as earlier story about Scar, enchanted lioness of Golden Pride with strong spell. It wasn’t merit of his storytelling skill, rather a power of this tale itself. No one remained indifferent to this story, especially there.

Taka the Second, called that after his famous grandfather, also known as Scar, was younger brother of king Dahabu and princess Amali. He was moderate built male with sandy fur and black mane, probably heritage of grandfather. Something unusual in his appearance was short but sandy-red beard, making him unlike to any other Pridelander or even Golden One. Probably this beardes instinctively bowed theirs heads and merry murmur fell silent.

Raia shivered. Words of black-maned awoke in her some vague premonition. “How it could be? How he got know about Niva’s death? No one sent that message to Prideland... no one sent that message... anywhere!” She looked carefully on faces of pride but no one other felt anxious about that. “Well, maybe it isn’t so important... But I would feel better if I knew how he knew about queen’s death.” Even in mind she still wasn’t ready to name Niva her sister. The burden of old envy was too heavy. “Maybe... but no! that is impossible. Taka wouldn’t killed her. For what? For Kota to became a queen? Or... who knows, what he thought? Maybe he expected that I would become a queen and I beg king to allow for relationship between Kota and Taka? Ow, Stars! I hope that I’m wrong. But if I’m right, Taka is merciless rascal!” Instinctively she extender her paws and moved closer to monarch, ready to defend him any time.

“Moreover, I’m not just an arbiter but also a historian of Lions Lands.” Taka continued. “I thought you wish to hear some tales that I had got known during my journeys.”

“My lord?” asked Baka with hope in her voice.

“Good idea.” Agreed Dhalimu. „Go Taka, tell us something interesting and we will rest before hunting.”

Arbiter breached in and recalled from memory all tales of his ancestors and thought. “Yes, your highness... I will tell you how was the fate of rulers who didn’t know how to rule. If I can’t hit you with paw, I’ll try to do it at least with song.”

“Probably all of you already heard the tale of Scar and Zira. That is long story, long because it overgrown with myths and distortions. I’m a descendant of both lines of family – both of Simba and Scar. That why I’ll try to show you the drama of the Great Drought as objectively as I could. Listen!”

And he started the tale. He told them about lives of his grandparents and great-grandparents, reign of Taka the First and return of Simba. He told them everything he knew about tragic events that had ended the War of Prides. Because Golden Ones demanded more, he said about fight between Zira and Pridelanders.

“And she was ready to do it.” Finished Taka, looking on his auditory.

Taka the Second, called that after his famous grandfather, also known as Scar, was younger brother of king Dahabu made him look seriously on his young age, what made him perfect bard and arbiter of prides. Since he had started his duty of communicating and building cooperation between prides, he was also a storyteller and some kind of historian of both Pridelanders and Golden Ones. In hard times of the Second Drought, aside diplomatic role he played, a tales he was telling to lions were sustaining their spirits. Even Dhalimu understood this, that why he had allowed him to speak with Golden Pride.

“Ow...” whispered Kota, beautiful lioness with shining gold fur and green eyes. “I’ve never seen queen Zira in that perspective...”

“Stop that!” interrupted king Dhalimu. Giant, brown-maned lion stood and entered circle of lionesses. “These are just fancy stories... a fairytales...”

“This is history about your grandmother.” Said Taka with firm voice. “And my grandmother, queen Zira. Remember it, sir.”

King looked like was about to hit younger and weaker male but after a while he just burst in laughter.

“Ha! My cousin spoke well!” he called. “Praise Zira, my grandmother and mother of my father, Kovu! Long live the glory of our family line...” he came closer to prince of Prideland and whispered him to ear. “But don’t you dare tell again about regicide, Scar, Zira and such a stuff... because I don’t want to kill you.”

“I’m not the only one, who knows this tale. You will hear it anyway... cousin!” finished with cold whisper. Monarch laughed.

“Good... I like you, Taka. What a shame that you are just second in line... What a shame that Dahabu kicked you out from the pride... But, we can’t help it... regicide is a terrible crime, don’t you think?”

“My brother hasn’t banished me!” replied Taka. “I took this service according to my will.”

“Service of royal messenger?” asked Dhalimu with irony. “And teller of fairytales? Well, it’s good to have an aim in life.”

“I must go, cousin.” Gasped Taka and bowed before king, but without any respect. He added louder. “My brother is waiting for news from Golden Sands.”

“Tell him, we are fine.” Ordered king.

“I’ll tell him, what I saw.” Replied Taka. King smiled, covering anger inside.

“All right, you deserved for meal you have eaten and water you have drunk. I like fairy tales. Now, go on your <mission>.”

“Right, sir.” Gasped wandered, went out from royal and turned into desert. He started to march with slow steps, saving energy for desert crossing.

“We will go on hunting in hour.” Ordered Dhalimu to lionesses. “You can rest until that.”

In times ofof historian of both Pridelanders and Golden Ones. In hard times of the Second Drought, aside diplomatic role he played, a tales he was telling to lions were sustaining their spirits. Even Dhalimu understood this, that why he had allowed him to speak with Golden Pride.