KionxFuli Short Stories

Beautiful The Way You Are

"Can we get any directions to the next Moja Kwa Moja stone?"

The monkey and deer looked at Kion warily. "Should we tell them?" The monkey murmured to the deer. "That lion looks..."

The deer quietly cut the monkey off. "He has the Mark of Evil like the old legend of Scar. He might try to cause trouble."

Kion, being a feline, had keen hearing and picked up what the monkey and deer were whispering about. Ugh... why does everyone have to judge me because of my scar? He sighed. 

Beshte walked up to the two. "Hey guys, could you please give us directions. We really need to get to the next Moja Kwa Moja stone as soon as we can. So if you don't mind, can you please tell us where to go?"

The monkey and deer exchanged a glance and sighed. "Alright. It's through the forest over there." The monkey pointed to a forest that was thickly planted with trees, "and on top of the waterfall past it."

"Lemme see." Within a few heartbeats, Anga was flying through the air. She soon flew back down. "Got it. They're right."

"Ok! Thanks guys!" Bunga waved a paw at the monkey and deer as the Lion Guard started to walk away from them and into the forest.

Kion sighed. That wasn't the first time animals were wary of him on their journey to the Tree of Life. Why does everyone judge me because of my scar? He sighed again. Can't say I blame them though...

"Whew!" Bunga interrupted his thoughts with a loud sigh. "This forest sure is thick! I can barely see a thing!"

Kion looked at his surroundings and realized Bunga was right. The forest was so thick. Just then he noticed that the grass was more like vines. It just clung into him as he walked, each step bringing more grass up to get tangled on his legs.

"Agh..." Kion groaned. "This feels so.. uncomfortable." Even more grass got tangled in his legs. He groaned again when they came upon a muddy part of the forest.

"Ugh!" Fuli groaned in annoyance. "Why did we have to go this way?"

"Because it's like the only way for all of us to get to the next Moja Kwa Moja stone," Anga replied bluntly. Hints of sassiness were audible in her voice.

Mud squished under his paws, making him cringe. "Anga? How long till we're out of this forest?"

"Shouldn't be too long," she replied. 

Thank goodness, Kion thought to himself. When he went to pick up a paw to walk faster, he found that he couldn't. The paw was stuck on all the thick grass and mud. "Wait, what?" He tried to pick up the other paw, but found the same result.

"Uh, guys." His pelt prickled with a hint of embarrassment. "A little help?"

"I'm stuck too!" A voice squeaked. Kion turned his head and saw Makini trying and failing to break the grass tied to her feet with her bakora staff.

"So am I." Kion looked to his side and saw Fuli also trying to pull her paws free of the grass and mud.

"Don't worry, I'll get ya free!" Bunga rushed to Kion and grabbed the grass tightly. He tugged it as hard as he could, but to no avail.

"Welp, that won't work." He turned to the members of the Guard who weren't stuck.

"I don't know," Ono replied. 

"I would just cut the grass with my claws, but then my wings or feet might get stuck too," Anga said.

Beshte's face lit up. "Oh, maybe I can-"