Lion King - Lost Heir

Fighter

Kiara

I feel tears run down my cheeks, wetting my fur. I stare at the so called 'Askari', filled with vengeance, and an urge for revenge. All the lions, including the traitor sit in a circle around Daddy. His breaths are shallow and uneven, he can barely speak.

The lion looks only my age, yet scarred, and an ever-fearful look in his eyes makes him look many years older.

"I guess this is why they banished the hyenas.." he mumbles.

Nobody answers him for a moment.

"Askari," Kovu asks "Do you know the meaning behind your name?"

Askari looks up,taken aback by the unusual query, his ears flicking as if he's being rid of flies.

"No"

Everyone stares at him, yet not a word is said. Sarabi looks down at the young lion with wizened eyes.

"He is a fighter," she smiles. "His mother named him well"

Haraka

Gorging myself on grubs I sigh, I wonder what has become of my son, Askari.

Is he alive? Is he well? Too many questions.

Last time I saw him he was being dragged away by hyenas, as a small female myself, I could do no more but sit and watch.

I never truly got to tell him the news, so he may never know who his father is.

Poor boy.

I know though, and I can't stop thinking about how he should be standing up on pride Rock right now.

Simba isn't really the first in line, so....

Complicated family issues....