Fallen Allies

Chapter 1 The Fall Begins

This is the first story I have written so it may not be the best but my writing will and has improved, kind comments and criticism is appreciated. A large basis of this story developed off of a story by get_you_the_moon_252 called "Without Him" it's a great story and if you haven't read it I suggest you do anyways here is the first part of "Fallen Allies" I hope you enjoy it

This chapter is going through some heavy editing so some things may be out of place

A lion was walking through a part of the savanna. He was tired, hungry, thirsty, and in a lot of pain he had a mix of black and white all throughout his fur and mane and very deep blue eyes. He has been traveling for many years to get to the Pridelands, after his home was attacked, luckily he managed to escape. His home by now would've been destroyed and he was likely the only survivor.

He finally saw something in the distance, a large rock in the middle of what usually is a large green savannah. It wasn't a shock to the lion that all the grass seemed dead as it was the middle of the dry season but he saw he still had a long way to go.

He truly didn't know if he could make it, he hadn't eaten or drank anything in days, he had gotten into many fights over the last few weeks, and his entire journey in general and had many cuts and bruises over him majority likely infected, and due to all the pain he could barely get any sleep.

He knew he had to keep going though it was getting dark and he saw a cave in the distance it didn't seem like it was occupied by anyone or anything so he chose to settle in for the night. The lion was in unknown territory he was now in the Outlands and he was right next to the termite mounds, a land that houses a large amount of other lions and lionesses which if they found him they would likely attack him without a second thought.

While he was a great and strong fighter, since his home was attacked he was only a shell of his former self, and his injuries didn't help.

He made himself comfortable in the cave and closed his eyes, after a long while of fighting himself to sleep he finally managed and started getting some much needed rest.

The lion's rest would be short lived as the sound of a voice from outside of the den woke him, "Hey who's there," the lion woke up, he couldn't have gotten more than a few hours of sleep, "I said who's there" the lion still didn't answer he struggled to even try to answer.

The voice finally appeared in front of him. It was a lioness. She seemed scrawnier than most she beared brownish-tan fur and lavender eyes 'an Outlander no doubt' the lion said to himself. "Well, what do we have here" the lioness said looking at the injured lion "you don't look like a Pride Lander and you definitely aren't from anywhere nearby" the lioness said.

"Well I'm definitely not from around here" the lion replied "I've been a rogue traveller for years now" the lioness looked at him with fascination everything about this lion seemed, how could she put this, different. The combination of black, gray, and white was something very unusual, not even a scheme seen in many other animals.

"You shouldn't be here, you're in the middle of the---" the lioness was cut off, "the Outlands, I know, and you are a part of the Outsiders, a pride filled with the ones Simba banished from the Pride Lands after a failed attempt on his life and are led by Zira, Scar's former mate" the lion said a smile coming over his face after seeing how taken aback the lioness was, "I know a lot more than you think."

"Ok then big guy, what do you know about me" said the lioness, the lion let out a chuckle, "Vitani, the demon of war a name given to you by your mother Zira, you have always been told that your father was Scar when in reality that couldn't be further from the truth, you are the daughter of a rouge who walked into the Pride Lands during Scar's reign, the lion as well served closely to Scar but disappeared before Simba's return and to this day nobody knows where he is" said the lion.