★彡
lion king.
❛ alone, by himself, he built the
kingdom that he truly wanted. ❜
in which lion king learns how to fight
for his Kingdom.
pre black panther - into black panther
plot credit ; odd...
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★彡 CHAPTER ONE ⏤ THE CIRCEL OF LIFE
"DAD, DAD, DAD!" The young lion called repeatedly tugging the duvet, he stood over his parents' bed on the right side, his eyes squinted glimpsing at the sun beamed peeking through the windows lace curtains. Simba refused to be late for their lessons about the circle of life, they'd sit in the rooftop ⏤ their straw bale home stood on the highest point optioning a beautiful view of their kingdom, a magnificent sight.
"Dad, dad, dad!" Simba groaned impatiently shaking his father awake only receiving a groan in response and his father's back.
"Your son is awake." His mother, Sarabi mumbles to her husband, Simba unable to hear to busy shaking Mufasa awake.
"Before the sun rises he's your son." Mufasa retorted earning a chuckle from his wife pulling the blanket back over his shoulder.
"Dad, dad, dad!" Simba drawled playing tug⏤a⏤war with his father hit unlimitedly lost his stomach stomach smacking into his back painlessly. Simba's groan mixed with a weak roar his head rolling to the side collapsing on butt.
"Okay, okay. I'm awake." Mufasa yawned finally gave in sitting up. A beam bloomed on Simba's lips jolting up he cheered sprinting out the room leaving Mufasa catch up. "I'm not as fast as I used to be."
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THE YOUNG LION could never get tired of the sight before him, the mustard yellow and orange sun began peeking behind the clouds telling the animals it's time to wake up and the merchants to start preparing for the day.
"Look, Simba, everything the light touches is our kingdom." A smile tugged on Mufasa's lips gazing over his land, his large hand held Simba tiny shoulder. "A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king."
The young lion's eyes widen meeting his father's blissful chocolate brown the corners crinkled, his smile faltered unnoticed by his father who turned back to their land. His mind and heart fought at war within himself; becoming king would be one of his greatest dreams but his father won't there to witness his accomplishment. But the thought of being king made his heart buzz.
"And this will all be mine?" Simba inquired his voice soft spoken holding a twitch of optimism, his sneakers ran up and down the rooftop unable to look away.
Mufasa nodded meeting his gaze warmly, "Everything."
"Everything the sun touches." Simba repeated what he learned, his mocha brown fell on the darker part of their land remaining of a shadow looming over the light. He cocked his head the question has always been lingering in the back of his head, "What about the shadow place?"
"That's beyond our waters, there's never go there." The King of the Jungle stated firmly staring at the place with recognition only increasing the cub's curiosity.
"But I thought a king could do whatever he wants." The future King retorted unable to tear his eyes away it tugged an imaginary leash on him.
Mufasa's light chuckle broke the shadow's hold standing high besides his son. "Simba, there more to being a king than getting your way of things."
His eyebrows shot up admiring his father. "There's more?"
"Ah Simba," A teasing beam tugged on his lips, his eyes fell to the left side; the farm animals waking up. "Everything falls together in a dedicated balance, we need to under that balance and respect all the creatures from the crawling and leaping antipope."
"But dad, even the leaping antipope?" Simba complained his features twisting.
He chuckled, "Yes Simba, let me explain." He zipped his lips shut. "When we die our bodies become the grass and the antipope eats the grass so we're all connected in the great circle of life."
