The Final Tale

The Final Tale Ch. 13

The Lion Guard and the Mandrill had returned from their little endeavor at the watering hole with a message for the king coming from the mouth of Zira. Simba listened as Fuli had finished up.

"And they said that they're going to attack Priderock at dawn with the whole Army." The Fastest of the Pridelands explained.

Simba looked down at his paws before answering the threat. "Lion Guard, Fikiri, I need you all to be on high alert. I have a feeling that Zira may have another plan in mind."

"What do you mean, your Majesty?" Beshte asked him.

"What Zira told you may not have been true, Beshte." Simba explained. "You, Fuli, and Bunga are to lay low and undercover while Ono keeps a look out tomorrow morning. Tell me if you see the Outlanders coming."

"Will do, your Majesty." The four animals nodded.

"What about me?" Fikiri stepped forward.

"Fikiri, I need you to watch Ukuni Woods. Unless the Outlanders really do target Priderock, Ukuni Woods and your troop are in danger." Simba answered.

"You can count on it, your majesty." Fikiri nodded before rushing off with his sons back to their home in Ukuni Woods.

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Makini had snuck away from her home with several questions on her mind. Was her home next on the Outlanders menu? What would happen to her family? Would they have to leave?

If that were the case, she would never see her friends again. Chama, Mzaha, Furaha, Hodari, and of course, The Lion Guard. They've been her friends ever since she and her troop had come to the Pridelands. Having to leave them would be most depressing.

She knew there was only one Animal she could speak to about this.

The toughest animal she knew.

Besides Bunga of course.

Django.

She had found some unusual tracks that looked almost like Crocodile tracks just the other day. However, she knew that these were no Crocodile feet. They belonged to a Komodo.

Finally, she had spotted her role model in the forbidden Valley, on the outskirts of the Pridelands, where no animal came to.

Django was scouting the area for the sake of his people. Now that Scar Snout had passed, the responsibility of the Komodo faction fell on his shoulders.

Suddenly his nose caught a new scent.

A familiar one at that.

Mandrill?

He turned his head to see the young female Mandrill who had taken a liking to him running up to him from the left. "Hi Django!"

He smiled at her. "Hey, kid. Good to see ya. What brings ya out here?"

"Well, I wanted to talk with you."

"Is everything ok?"

Makini's smile faded as she rubbed her arm nervously. "Well.... you see, I've got problems."

"Boy, have I been there." Django sighed. "But, I'm listenin', go ahead and tell me everything, kid."

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The sun slowly began to disappear behind the rocky walls. The skies became a crimson red as night was soon to come. Zira waited patiently as she watched the sun dip down lower and lower.