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focused on a certain set of pictures – first, a smudged drawing of a male lion with a brown mane.
“Oh, Mufasa,” he began to speak aloud. He was talking to the spirits, but if anyone else were watching, they would have thought he was crazy to be talking to himself. “Look at what your son has become. Ah, young Simba . . . lost as a young prince, only to be found to take his rightful place as King. Now, he has a child all his own.”
The next drawing he turned to was underneath Simba’s drawing. It was of two lions this time. The one on his left was a clearly a lioness, decorated with the ceremonial marking on her forehead, showing that she was of royal birth, and with a streak of blue paint above her form. The second lion was on his right, facing the lioness with no royal markings and a dark mane. This lion was clearly a male and was painted darker than any of the others.
“Kiara, the crown princess . . .” the mandrill sighed with joy as he looked at the two pictures from left to right. “ and Kovu, the rogue destined once be Taka– no, Scar’s heir,” He nearly mentioned the late dark lion by his birth name, but remembered that only he and Scar’s own father, the late King Ahadi, only ever called him by that name. Ever since the young Scar received that marking over his left eye, he gave up that name, knowing clearly that he would never be King unless he used force.
A rush of wind blew against his back, as if the great kings did not wish to hear something. “Oh, my apologies, Mufasa. Rafiki is sorry for that.” He bowed, hoping the late king would forgive him for mentioning his brother’s birth name aloud. A softer breath was the reply. “Ah, yes. That is better.” Rafiki returned to his audible thoughts on the paintings. “Now, these two have united your brother’s pride and your own as one again, and in doing so, Kovu and Kiara are together, as you wished it so. Things are looking better now, eh.” The baboon nodded as he stroked his white-furred chin like a beard.
A slight rustling breeze caused the highest, hanging gourds to shake and shimmy, creating a chime-like melody. One of the gourds, a brownish-orange one in a ovular shape, began to fall. Noticing this, Rafiki screeched, leaping behind him to catch it before it crashed; thankfully, the limber and quick mandrill snatched the gourd in the air and let out a sigh of relief.
“Mufasa! You must be careful with these!” He scolded the sky with a pointed finger of anger. “These are my marking gourds for marking any new cubs born—” Rafiki’s fuming raid stopped once he realized what the great king was telling him. “Ah! A cub? Oh, Mufasa, a new cub for your son! Oh, this is a happy – huh?”
The wind had interrupted him, sending a flood of floating seeds and flax into the tree and crashing at the picture of the lioness.
“What?” Rafiki made his way back to the wall where the paintings were. “Kiara . . . Sheis to bear a cub?” A pause, soon followed by a laugh. “Ha! Last time, I follow you, but this time I know you are crazy, Mufasa! She’s too young to handle a cub of her own! She has yet to learn about being Queen! You really are too high in the clouds for your own good!”
Once more, a rough wind swept through him, napping up his thick white chest hair. Clearly, Mufasa knew what he was seeing and the mandrill knew he had to accept the impossible message that the great king sent him.
“All right, all right!” Rafiki shouted in defeat. “You seem to be serious about this idea, but what are you trying to tell me about this cub?” He shook his head lightly as he looked upwards once more. “You know, it seems unlikely that her cub will ever see the throne, but if this is what you what for your pride, so be it.”
Satisfied by the shamanic baboon’s words, the breeze scooped up the remaining flax and seeds and shot it straight out of the roof of the tree. Rafiki sighed and returned his gaze to the pictures of the light lioness and the dark lion.
“I feel it, Mufasa,” a small smile appeared on the mandrill’s goofy face. He looked upward again. “There! Are you happy now?” Another sigh caused the smile to shorten with worry. “I just hope you know what you’re doing this time.” His voice was quieter, as if he felt a shudder. He lowered himself into a seated position and covered his eyes to try and get rid of the fear within him.
As if commanded, the breeze reappeared, covering over the drawing of Simba and brushing against it. The picture began to disappear, thanks to the brush of the seeds and flax, but before Rafiki could notice the damage himself, the wind left, allowing the fates to have their way and for nature to take its course.
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It was a couple of moments before dawn. The sky was no longer dark navy-blue, but a lighter shade. The horizon began to glow orange, signaling the ending of the sleeping time and the birth of a brand-new day. Heavy panting and tiny paw-steps could be heard approaching the sleeping cavern of Pride Rock. The golden lioness and her reddish-brown lion slowly walked onto the rock, trying their hardest not to giggle and wake someone. To quiet each other, their noses touched for a kiss and a shared smile.
“Now, we really are one,” Kovu murmured to his mate into her soft ear.
“Yeah,” Kiara replied, nuzzling him sweetly with her muzzle under his chin. “I’ve never felt so wonderful, . . . and I feel like you kept your word. You did make me the happiest lioness in the world.”
“You know, making you happy has made me exhausted, Kiara,” Kovu joked. “Why couldn’t you ask for a bouquet of flowers instead?”
“Yeah, I guess I could have asked for that,” Kiara repeated once more, tittering at her mate’s sense of sarcasm, but he was right - the two of them didn’t sleep a wink that night, for they had other activities on their mind. “You mean so much to me, and I wanted you to give me your heart and soul . . . and you did.” She felt a small laugh hit her once more. “Now, we’ll never be able to sleep safely again, huh?”
Kovu chuckled lightly. “I suppose not, but I enjoyed it. Did you?”
“Of course,” Kiara purred. “Now, come on. Let’s welcome the sun with our presence then hope that Father wasn’t waiting for us all night. Okay?”
The dark lion only nodded with a loving grin as the two star-crossed lovers watched the sunrise from the tip of Pride Rock without regrets of the consummating act to make their union official. With the sun in their sights and the warmth that each of them felt inside for the other, they knew their lives were truly complete . . . and that nothing would change them ever again.
(Prologue – completed 1/4/08)
Coming Soon - Part I: Continuing the Circle . . .“I feel it, Mufasa,” a small smile appeared on the mandrill’s goofy face. He looked upward again. “There! Are you happy now?” Another sigh caused the smile to shorten with worry. “I just hope you know what you’re doing this time.” His voice was quieter, as if he felt a shudder. He lowered himself into a seated position and covered his eyes to try and get rid of the fear within him.
As if commanded, the breeze reappeared, covering over the drawing of Simba and brushing against it. The picture began to disappear, thanks to the brush of the seeds and flax, but before Rafiki could notice the damage himself, the wind
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