Lion King - Lost Heir

Hyena Boy

Askari

I sigh, taking in the beautiful scenery around me, well.....What the hyenas call beautiful. So basically, I'm here because of you know, family problems? I'm not sure how to explain.....I was taken from my family when I was just a cub, to be used as a weapon by the hyenas when they supposedly 'killed' the king. Who that is, I don't know.

Early one morning

I saunter through the savanna singing to myself, I know it's further than they tell me to go but, whatever. Its a song some of the hyenas sang to me when I was just a cub: '' Hakuna Matata, ain't no passing praise, it means-''

'' No worries, for the rest of our days.''

I jump, a voice comes out of nowhere, finishing the song for me.

''Show yourself,'' I am not afraid of you. This is certainly not true. I growl and bare my teeth.

I flinch as an old lion steps out from behind a bush, singing.

'' It's our problem freeeee philosophy. Hakuna Matata!''

The lion has a deep red mane, greying (graying if your American) at the roots; he manages to scare me somehow, something about how he holds himself, I don't know.

'' Name?''I query.

''I am surprised you did not know,'' he raises his eyebrows, '' it is King Simba, Simba to you.'' He smiles.