infected and it was being washed several times per day, and he would suffer mental damage forever. It was the last problem though that would forever haunt the rest of the pride.

This was apparently the end of the vision Rafiki had because again it swirled into a mix of colors that formed into Dhiki’s face. Dhiki explained that from then on, Gutua, with his mental problems, would always be trying to destroy the pride and take over as leader. Eventually he succeeded in killing Hodari right after Dhiki had died from natural causes. A curse like the one on Gutua will reappear when similar circumstances take place but it will disappear if the cursed one loses the battle.

 

 

Missing: Chapter 5

 

For Mufasa and Taka it was not a good night to sleep. They somehow had managed to get to sleep, but they did not sleep well. Both of them woke up several times, and had nightmares throughout the entire night. These nightmares involved them going on some sort of heroic adventure, but at the end getting very injured mentally, physically, or emotionally. The only happy dream they had was a dream about them not getting dreams like this.

During the night however, Taka woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. The wind had died down a little and he decided he would head out to see what else was going on. This turned out to be a mistake almost immediately because he started getting blown away from the tree and couldn’t get back. So, he decided to find cover behind a nearby rock. This was the first of his great misfortunes.

 

When Mufasa woke up, he could feel that something was wrong. With his eyes still closed, he manageld die even easier.

Dhiki had to rescue him. He would have never been able to face any other lion ever again saying he had virtually killed his son.

However, a rescue was complicated by the matter that the tree had fallen directly on Gutua’s tail. Dhiki ordered all lionesses and lions to help roll the tree off of Gutua. However, it was still rooted and the roots were too strong and deep to tear through.

“NOOOOOOOOO!” Dhiki gave an anguished cry across the pridelands. There was no easy way to save his poor son. He saw only one option. He would have to bite and chew through Gutua’s tail as close to the tree as possible. This was something that he never would imagine himself doing.

He did it quickly but immediately after he was done went away and slept by a water hole for a few nights. It had plenty of water in so he could drink while not moving from his place. He repeatedly threw up over the next few days until he could walk away and see how his son was doing. Gutua was not doing much better. Most of his hair had been burned off, his tail stump had become infected and it was being washed several times per day, and he would suffer mental damage forever. It was the last problem though that would forever haunt the rest of the pride.

This was apparently the end of the vision Rafiki had because again it swirled into a mix of colors that formed into Dhiki’s face. Dhiki explained that from then on, Gutua, with his mental problems, would always be trying to destroy the pride and take over as leader. Eventually he succeeded in killing Hodari right after Dhiki had died from natural causes. A curse like the one on Gutua will reappear when similar circumstances take place but it will disappear if the cursed one loses the battle.

 

 

Missing: Chapter 5

 

For Mufasa and Taka it was not a good night to sleep. They somehow had managed to get to sleep, but they did not sleep well. Both of them woke up several times, and had nightmares throughout the entire night. These nightmares involved them going on some sort of heroic adventure, but at the end getting very injured mentally, physically, or emotionally. The only happy dream they had was a dream about them not getting dreams like this.

During the night however, Taka woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. The wind had died down a little and he decided he would head out to see what else was going on. This turned out to be a mistake almost immediately because he started getting blown away from the tree and couldn’t get back. So, he decided to find cover behind a nearby rock. This was the first of his great misfortunes.

d to pinpoint his discomfort. The body heat from Taka was gone. This could be very bad unless he found Taka before heading home. Mufasa was very fortunate that the wind had stopped.

As Mufasa headed out, he noticed the faint tracks that had not been blown away over the night. There was no mistaking it; these were his brother’s pawprints. As Mufasa followed the faint path, he couldn’t help but talk to himself. “Please let my brother be okay. I don’t want to tell my father that Taka is dead because we were stupid and stayed out later than we were supposed to. Maybe he just got too crowded and went to a different hiding place. I could never forgive myself if he’s dead.”

With those words, he stumbled over the rock that Taka had hidden behind for the remainder of the night. Unfortunately, his brother had mysteriously disappeared yet again.

Mufasa could tell his brother was here for a while due to the strong smell, but something that he had not counted upon was also there. Taka’s blood was lying in a few drops across the rock. There wasn’t enough for him to die of blood loss, but something had attacked him when he wasn’t prepared.

Once again Mufasa had to find the trail and follow it until he could rescue his brother from whatever danger there was at the time. This trail was easier to follow because the winds had started to die down by the time Taka was taken away. A thick path and a strong smell always help with following a trail.

While studying the path taken, Mufasa discovered that it must have been a fairly strong creature that would keep Taka calm and quiet while he was being dragged away. His brother was definitely alive, but was in the possession of what looked like a hippo that could somehow crawl along its belly for a long time.

He couldn’t dally here any longer; he must follow the trail of his brother Taka until he found him and brought him back, dead or alive, to the king of priderock.

 

Taka had a much bruised head, a cut forepaw, and a lingering dislike for whatever creature was dragging him through this terrain. So far, all he could tell was that it seemed like a huge snake with an area on their back to place cubnapped creatures. However, the more important fact that he learned from about five seconds of conversation was his/her name—Pora. All Taka knew for sure that was that he would somehow escape from whoever this was and make it back to his brother.

However, when he tried to get off this creatures back, he found himself stuck to its back. This wasn’t good because if this slow creature was attacked by something that was fast and powerful, like his brother Mufasa, then he could be stuck here forever. Right now all he could do was lie down and catch up on his sleep so he was ready when he was unstuck.

He looked around one more time, but found nothing. For now, he was on his own. He decided to try to engage in conversation once more. “So uh… Pora, why have you taken me? I assure you I’m not a threat to whatever it is you think I am.”

“Taka—”

“How do you know my name?”

“That is a little secret of mine that I won’t reveal. Anyway, I cubnapped you because I was orderejustify; text-indent: 0.5in;">As Mufasa headed out, he noticed the faint tracks that had not been blown away over the night. There was no mistaking it; these were his brother’s pawprints. As Mufasa followed the faint path, he couldn’t help but talk to himself. “Please let my brother be okay. I don’t want to tell my father that Taka is dead because we were stupid and stayed out later than we were supposed to. Maybe he just got too crowded and went to a different hiding place. I could never forgive myself if he’s dead.”

With those words, he stumbled over the rock that Taka had hidden behind for the remainder of the night. Unfortunately, his brother had mysteriously disappeared yet again.

Mufasa could tell his brother was here for a while due to the strong smell, but something that he had not counted upon was also there. Taka’s blood was lying in a few drops across the rock. There wasn’t enough for him to die of blood loss, but something had attacked him when he wasn’t prepared.

Once again Mufasa had to find the trail and follow it until he could rescue his brother from whatever danger there was at the time. This trail was easier to follow because the winds had started to die down by the time Taka was taken away. A thick path and a strong smell always help with following a trail.

While studying the path taken, Mufasa discovered that it must have been a fairly strong creature that would keep Taka calm and quiet while he was being dragged away. His brother was definitely alive, but was in the possession of what looked like a hippo that could somehow crawl along its belly for a long time.

He couldn’t dally here any longer; he must follow the trail of his brother Taka until he found him and brought him back, dead or alive, to the king of priderock.

 

Taka had a much bruised head, a cut forepaw, and a lingering dislike for whatever creature was dragging him through this terrain. So far, all he could tell was that it seemed like a huge snake with an area on their back to place cubnapped creatures. However, the more important fact that he learned from about five seconds of conversation was his/her name—Pora. All Taka knew for sure that was that he would somehow escape from whoever this was and make it back to his brother.

However, when he tried to get off this creatures back, he found himself stuck to its back. This wasn’t good because if this slow creature

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