The Legend of Kopa: Forgotten Heir To The Throne
(started 2/20/06 - completed 2/24/06)
Summary: The tale of the life of Simba and Nala's firstborn, Kopa, and what I think happened to him to be left out of the sequel. A very short biography (my first TLK fanfic ever) with some important dialogue.
Rating: G for General Audiences. There's nothing bad in this story, trust me! Except for lots of foreshadowing for The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride. . . but that seems to be it.
Note: This story is purely fiction and is based on my opinions of how Kopa lived and then mysteriously was forgotten about before Simba and Nala had Kiara. No, I do not believe that the cub in the conclusion of TLK was Kiara, because it was originally a male cub instead (If you don't believe me, read the las pages of the TLK storybooks).
Disclaimer: All characters from The Lion King and The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride belong to the Walt Disney Co. and the character of Kopa belongs to them as well, even though he was named only in the rare The Lion King: Six New Adventures book set.
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Part One: Birth of an Heir
It was the start of a new morning in the Pridelands of Africa. The animals and the sky were awakening the orange dawn of a new day. In the horizon, the large cliffs of Pride Rock were filled with hustle and bustle as a group of lionesses guarded the entrance into the Royal Chamber, where the King and Queen usually slept. The young King Simba, who was usually inside of the chamber, was now pacing back and forth near the row of females. He could hear the roaring cries of his childhood playmate and chosen queen, Nala, while she was giving birth to a royal cub.
It had been a few months since the rightful king, Simba, took back the throne from his evil uncle, Scar. He had finally gotten what his deceased father had promised for him since his birth. When the kingdom had heard news of the royal family's announcement of the future heir to the throne, every creature of the Pridelands was thrilled as they congratulated the happy parents. It was hard to believe that after such a short period of time as the official ruler of the savannah, Queen Nala was with cub and King Simba would be able to plan a great future for his new son or daughter, continuing their circle of life and royal family tree.
Then the queen let out another echoing and powerful roar, pushing as hard as she could . . . and ending with a long sigh. For a matter of a couple of minutes, there was a hushed air that came into the area as the lionesses and the king waited for a response. At last, the meowing cries of new life filled the air. Every lion's ear perked up, listening to the healthy sound of a baby lion's first words. A smile appeared on every creature's face, especially on the king's face, in delight. The queen's lionesses-in-waiting lowered their guard, allowing the King access back into the chamber. After nodding a thank you to his loyal guards, Simba ran past his lionesses and directly to his mate. She lay on the rocky ground, panting and drained of energy after delivering, with a small golden-brown cub nested between her forelegs. The new parents nuzzled happily, then after taking a look at his new child, the feline king ran to the edge of Pride Rock. He proudly roared, calling all animals to the summit to meet the newborn heir to the throne. The lionesses repeated his roar as a response and to make the announcement louder and spread to a wider range.
In a matter of a couple of hours, all of the animals of the Pridelands had arrived at the summit, ready to sing their praises to the future heir. Rafiki, the baboon shaman of the royalty of Pride Rock, had just arrived and greeted the young King with an embrace and a smile. The wise monkey knew that Mufasa, the previous King and Sispan> book set.
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Part One: Birth of an Heir
It was the start of a new morning in the Pridelands of Africa. The animals and the sky were awakening the orange dawn of a new day. In the horizon, the large cliffs of Pride Rock were filled with hustle and bustle as a group of lionesses guarded the entrance into the Royal Chamber, where the King and Queen usually slept. The young King Simba, who was usually inside of the chamber, was now pacing back and forth near the row of females. He could hear the roaring cries of his childhood playmate and chosen queen, Nala, while she was giving birth to a royal cub.
It had been a few months since the rightful king, Simba, took back the throne from his evil uncle, Scar. He had finally gotten what his deceased father had promised for him since his birth. When the kingdom had heard news of the royal family's announcement of the future heir to the throne, every creature of the Pridelands was thrilled as they congratulated the happy parents. It was hard to believe that after such a short period of time as the official ruler of the savannah, Queen Nala was with cub and King Simba would be able to plan a great future for his new son or daughter, continuing their circle of life and royal family tree.
Then the queen let out another echoing and powerful roar, pushing as hard as she could . . . and ending with a long sigh. For a matter of a couple of minutes, there was a hushed air that came into the area as the lionesses and the king waited for a response. At last, the meowing cries of new life filled the air. Every lion's ear perked up, listening to the healthy sound of a baby lion's first words. A smile appeared on every creature's face, especially on the king's face, in delight. The queen's lionesses-in-waiting lowered their guard, allowing the King access back into the chamber. After nodding a thank you to his loyal guards, Simba ran past his lionesses and directly to his mate. She lay on the rocky ground, panting and drained of energy after delivering, with a small golden-brown cub nested between her forelegs. The new parents nuzzled happily, then after taking a look at his new child, the feline king ran to the edge of Pride Rock. He proudly roared, calling all animals to the summit to meet the newborn heir to the throne. The lionesses repeated his roar as a response and to make the announcement louder and spread to a wider range.
mba's patriarch, would be proud to see their family starting to grow. The two good friends walked back into the cave where Queen Nala rested to wake her for the presentation and blessing of the new child. She let out a small yawn before grooming the cub for its debut to the entire kingdom. The baboon then moved closer to the cub, marking the cub's head with the juice of one of his gourds from his staff. He again smiled, noticing to similarities of the cub and its father. Rafiki's slender fingers and steady palm clutched the cub, carrying it to the edge of Pride Rock, and then lifted it to show the heir to all. The proud parents that stood behind them, looked up to the sky with joy and happiness in their hearts. Simba knew his protective and loving father was watching them from the heavens above, and blessed them with a gentle breeze that blew the king's mane. The animals below - elephants, zebras, cheetahs, antelope, okapis, and many others - trumpeted and shouted their congratulations and well wishes to the royal baby, who was now attempting to escape the monkey's grasp and return to its mother's side. After five minutes of cheers, Rafiki lowered the cub back to the safety of his arms, cradling the cub as he announced the gender of the babe.
"It is a son."
Part Two: Like Father, Like Son?
Many weeks after his presentation, the future king, who was given the name "Kopa" by his father, was outside playing with the other cubs near Pride Rock. He was a feisty, rambunctious cub; in other words, he almost was a spitting image of the Lion King himself from when he was young. His coat was a solid shade of golden-brown with a tuft of brown hair on top of his head. His eyes were filled with a fiery red, and his face was full of curiosity.
The young prince made friends with many creatures: a couple of fellow lion cubs near Pride Rock; Rafiki, who would usually tell him fables and tales of times ago; and Timon and Pumbaa, the meerkat and warthog duo that assisted with the King's reclaiming of the throne. There were many others as well - monkeys, elephants, zebras, birds, and more - for they all praised and taught the cub on life in the Pridelands. He would play with them during the daytime, even though he had wished his father was around more often. Nala, his loving mother, continued to tell her young son that his father was too busy taking care of other problems, kingdom problems. Kopa would sulk, time after time, angry by the fact that his father never had time for his problems.
"Mom? Can I go see where Dad's going?" An excited Kopa asked his mother one afternoon after his father had left Pride Rock. This sounded like all of the other days that Kopa had been curious about the King's duties. "Huh, can I, can I, can I? Pleeeeease?"
"Kopa, you do know what I'll say 'no,' right?" Nala told the cub time and time again. She usually continued doing other things when she said that - mainly while resting - especially when she knew what her precocious son wanted to do.
"I know. You'll say no." the young lion let out a sigh. "But I never get to do anything with him, Mom! I wanna see what Dad really gets to do! Maybe he he has to fight something, or roar really loudly to scare a
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