A fanfiction that I made on the main villain from the lion king II. Note that the Disney characters such as Zira, Scar, Sarabi etc. Do not belong to me. However, Zira's parents and siblings and others that you don't recognize the names of are origin...
Kopa opened his eyes, his entire body feeling like it was on fire. He saw puddles of blood around him, but he wasn't dead. Still, he couldn't stay here forever. Yet he also couldn't go back to pride rock. If he went back, news would spread to Zira that he was alive, and she would track him down to the pridelands, possibly causing more pain and death to his family. Kopa couldn't bring himself to be the cause of that. So, as injured as he was, he began to make his way beyond the pridelands.
It was a long and dangerous journey for him, but no challenges were as tough as the one when he had to face the great river.
As he came to the river's edge, he noticed that the waters were more rough than usual. Just wonderful. He slowly waded in and began to paddle across. Although he was injured severely, he was still strong enough to paddle himself across the river. He was in fact almost at the other side when a massive wave came out of nowhere, pushing him under. Frantically, Kopa pawed everywhere. He couldn't tell which way was up, and the floor of the river was a while down. If he went the wrong way, he'd be done for. Water shoved up his nose and filled his lungs, making his body burn even more. No. He couldn't die now. Not after surviving Zira's attack. He tried his best to push himself in the direction he saw the waves coming, but they just kept shoving him under. He was ready to give up. There was no way out of this. He should have gone back to the pridelands when he had the chance.
He felt something clamp down on his scruff, pulling him out of the water and into the cold air of the night. He began to cough, heaving up mouthfuls of water from his lungs as he continued to be carried away from the great river, beyond the outlands, to a small cave on the border of a small spring. He was then set down, and looked up at his rescuer.
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A full-grown lion with a pale pelt, a smooth, brown mane, and eyes such a light blue that they looked almost silver.
"Are you alright, kid?" He asked. "What are you doing out here all alone? What happened to you?" He looked up at him, before groggily answering,
"I was attacked." He tried to get to his feet. "My name is Kopa. I'm from the pridelands."
"The pridelands..." The lion looked out from where they'd come. He sighed. "I used to live there."
"Used to?" Kopa asked, suddenly curious.
The lion nodded. "I lived in the pridelands when I was a cub, with my mother and sister. My father died before I was born."
"That's awful..." Kopa said.
The lion looked at him. "It's not your fault."
"Why don't you live in the pridelands anymore?"
The lion looked back out of the cave, obviously remembering something. "I was attacked one day. About four lions were. The hyena, Kinga, came to the pridelands and attacked numerous lions, including myself. Others were injured while a few were thought to be dead. My sister cried over me, and my mother didn't come back with the hunt. I knew that that meant she was gone. So, after everyone went to sleep, I woke up and left the pridelands."
"Why wouldn't you go into the den and show your sister that you were alive?" Kopa asked. "She would have been overjoyed to know that you weren't dead."
"I know, but I didn't want to hurt her. I was afraid that if I went back, Kinga would come back for me, putting all of the pridelands, including my sister, in danger. I couldn't bear to do that to her."
Kopa sat there. All of this information. He had heard something similar to this before. Kinga had been the hyena who had almost killed his mother when she was a cub. Who had killed Nala's younger brother, Mheetu, when he wasn't far from being a grown lion. He remembered how his parents had said that although the other three lions remained in the spots where they had been killed the next morning, Mheetu was nowhere to be found. He looked up at the lion, almost afraid to ask the question.
"What...what was your sister's name?"
The lion looked down at Kopa, and then looked back out at the sky. "Nala." He answered. "Her name was Nala."
Kopa gaped up at the lion, finally allowing the name to escape his lips.
"Mheetu?" The lion looked down at him in shock. Kopa said it again. "Mheetu? Is your name...Mheetu?"
The lion nodded. "How did you know my name?"
Kopa was still gaping. "Nala-your sister-Nala's my mother. The queen of the pridelands. She...she thought you were dead."
Mheetu sat there staring at Kopa. "You're...serious? Nala's the queen of the pridelands? That means...I have a nephew? And he's a prince?"
"And a niece." Kopa said, smiling. "her name's Kiara. And...I guess with me running away," he looked at the ground. " She'll be the queen."
"Why did you run away?" Mheetu asked. "And again, what happened to you???"
"I was attacked." Kopa said again. "By Zira."
"Zira???" Mheetu asked. Now he was confused. Kopa nodded, and Mheetu stared at him as if he had two heads.
"Zira actually...saved Nala's life before I was born." He looked back down at Kopa. "She was best friends with my mother; why would she attack you?"
"I was best friends with her daughter, Vitani." Kopa answered. "A lot has changed since you left, Mheetu. Scar was killed by the hyenas, but Zira feels as though it's my father's fault that he died. I suppose she was scared that I would steal Vitani from her, and let her anger at Simba get the best of her." He shook his head. "I don't think she originally meant to do it; she couldn't control herself at the thought of losing Vitani."
Mheetu nodded. "Anger can be one mysterious thing, prince Kopa." He said. "But we must try not to fall into its trap."
