by Akril » February 2nd, 2010, 9:55 pm
Chapter One:
The bright mid-morning sun sent glowing shafts of light through the many clouds that dappled the azure sky. The grasses of the savannah were a rich, verdant green, and the many trees that dotted it were crowned with thick bunches of leaves.
Several months had passed since Chaka's presentation at Pride Rock. He and Shani had grown into healthy, playful cubs that seemed to constantly be in motion from sunrise to sunset. As Simba and Nala slowly padded through the tall grass, their cubs trotted briskly alongside them, occasionally stopping to chase a nearby butterfly or locust.
Chaka and Shani weren't the only cubs walking with Simba and Nala, however. A third cub named Timira was with them. She was a few days younger than Simba and Nala's cubs, and she had quickly become their favorite playmate. Even though the outing Simba and Nala were currently on was one meant for Chaka and Shani, Simba had granted little Timira permission to accompany them, as long as she behaved herself.
"All right, this looks like a good place to stop," Simba announced, coming to a halt on a small hill shaded by a large acacia tree. He settled into a sitting position as Chaka, Shani and Timira came padding up to him. Nala searched for a comfortable spot a short distance away from them, where she dropped onto her haunches, then slowly flopped onto her side.
"What're you gonna tell us today, Dad?" Chaka asked with genuine curiosity.
Simba smiled at him. Chaka looked very much like Simba did when he was a cub, only Chaka's eyes weren't red, but pale green, like his mother's and his maternal grandmother's.
"Chaka," said Simba gently, "When you are king, you must remember that while there are times when it is important to be gentle, there are also times when you must be forceful. You've got to know when to show mercy and when to be harsh."
"You mean..." Chaka said, glancing down at his paws for a moment, "Sometimes I'll have to fight other animals?"
Simba paused, carefully considering his response.
"Yes," he said firmly, "I won't lie to you, Chaka. Being a king can be dangerous, and there are times when you will have to fight, but you shouldn't be afraid. The better a king you are, the better you'll be at winning fights. And remember that you won't be alone, either. You'll have the entire pride at your side to help you."
"And me too, right, Dad?" Shani interjected.
Simba chuckled.
"Yes," he said. "You too."
Simba suddenly glimpsed a movement out of the corner of his eye. Zazu, the small, vividly colored hornbill that served as Simba's majordomo, alighted on the king's shoulder. Simba turned to face him.
"A little late for the morning report, aren't you?" Simba smirked.
"My apologies, Sire," the bird said, ruffling his feathers agitatedly. "Those infernal monkeys in that grove by the river would simply not stop informing me about every piffling thing that was bothering them -- and frankly, I think they were making up most of their grievances just to provoke me. And as for that pack of jackals to the north, they were -- "
"Could you wait until we're through with this lesson first, Zazu?" Simba asked.
Zazu sighed exasperatedly.
"Very well, Sire," he muttered.
Simba turned back to the three cubs.
"Now where were we?" he asked.
"You were talking about how Chaka would have to fight things when he's the king," Timira said eagerly.
Timira was darker than Chaka and Shani -- in fact, she was darker than nearly every other lion in the pride, save for her mother, Masika. Her fur was a warm, smoky grey color, but her eyes were a vivid, fiery amber, and at times her personality seemed equally fiery.
"Ah, right," Simba said. "But Chaka won't always have to fight other animals. There will be many times when he can solve a problem without having to lay a paw on his enemy. For example, those monkeys Zazu was just talking about: Do you think you'll have to start fighting those monkeys to make them stop squabbling, Chaka?"
Chaka shook his head.
"That's right. What do you think is the best way to stop them from squabbling?"
Chaka glanced skyward, deep in thought.
"Um...I'd talk to them," he finally said.
"That's a good start," said Simba. "But what if they didn't listen to you and kept on chattering?"
"Uh, I'd...I'd shout at them," Chaka said, more confidently this time.
"Good, but what if even that didn't work? What would you do then?"
Chaka paused again. When he didn't say anything for a few moments, Timira leaned slightly in his direction and started whispering something out the side of her mouth. Since Shani was standing between them, Simba doubted that Chaka could hear her, and though he himself couldn't hear what she was saying at first, he soon heard, very faintly, the words, "Roar! Roar!"
"Timira!" Simba said sternly. Timira stopped whispering and stood up straight, though her ears were now drooping with shame. Zazu glared disapprovingly at her.
"Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"What did I tell you about coming with Chaka and Shani for their lesson?" Simba said.
"To be good," Timira said in a tiny voice.
Simba nodded, then turned back to Chaka.
"So what would you do to really get the monkeys' attention, Chaka?"
"I'd roar at them," Chaka said brightly.
"Very good," Simba said, giving Timira a brief, irritated glance to tell her that he hadn't forgotten about her. "Sometimes, a roar is all it takes to make any animal stop what it's doing and pay attention to you. But you've got to remember..."
Simba trailed off in mid-sentence. He had become aware of a low, thundering noise coming from somewhere off in the distance. He stared in the direction that the sound was coming from, and the three cubs turned around to see what he was looking at. The source of the thundering was a huge dust cloud that seemed to be storming across the plains, rapidly approaching them.
The dust cloud drew nearer and nearer, and the thundering noise became so loud that the ground beneath the lions began to shake. Then, just as the cloud was about to enter the shade beneath the acacia tree, there was a skidding sound and the thundering ceased. After a few seconds, the dust cloud cleared, revealing a large rhinoceros, grunting and wheezing in an attempt to catch its breath
Perched on the rhino's head was another hornbill, but unlike Zazu, it was a female. Her feathers were a bright sky blue, and clutched in her right foot was a long, straight stick with a few leaves still clinging to the end.
Simba recognized her at once. It was Binti, a beautiful, free-spirited young hornbill whose favorite hobby was riding rhinos. As Simba looked at her, he felt Zazu tremble slightly as he perched on his shoulder. The king managed to suppress a smirk.
"Greetings, Your Highness," Binti chirped happily. "And good day to you, Nala. And you too, Chaka, Shani, Timira."
She paused, then glanced up at Zazu.
"Oh!" she said in surprise. "Sorry, Zazu, I didn't notice you there!"
"Quite all right, madam, quite all right," Zazu said. Though Simba could tell the hornbill was trying to maintain his dignified air, there was still a nervous tremor in his voice that couldn't be ignored.
"What have you been up to today?" Binti asked casually.
"Oh, the usual," Zazu said, shifting his weight uneasily on Simba's shoulder. "Investigating disputes, searching for any trouble lurking about the Pride Lands...you know, the usual...stuff."
The three cubs had become acutely aware of how odd the normally stern, unflappable Zazu was suddenly acting. They stared quizzically, first at him, then at Binti, then back at him again. Shani was the first to speak:
"Uh...Zazu, what's the matter?"
Zazu instantly changed back into his normal snooty self.
"Nothing, Princess," he snapped defensively. "Nothing at all is the matter."
"But why were you stammering and shaking so much just then?" Shani asked.
"No reason," Zazu said shortly. "And it's rude to keep pestering your elders with questions, Princess."
"I know why you were acting like that," said Timira with a sly grin.
Shani and Chaka both gazed expectantly at her while Zazu glared coldly at the dark little cub.
"You're in love with Binti, aren't you?"
Both Shani and Chaka burst out laughing and Simba and Nala found themselves unable to keep from snickering as well. All Binti did was glance downward and smile bashfully.
"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!" Zazu squawked. "She and I are acquaintances, nothing more!"
"Zazu has a girlfriend!" Timira chanted. "Zazu has a girlfriend!"
"Impudent child!" Zazu huffed.
"Have you started building a nest yet?" Chaka giggled.
"When can we see the eggs?" Shani asked.
Zazu shut his eyes and covered his face with his wings for a moment.
"All right, you nosy little urchins!" he burst out. "If you want the truth, I'll give it to you: I have become rather fond of the young Miss Binti, but I would certainly not go as far to as to say that she is my 'girlfriend', as you put it, and I certainly doubt that she and I will be building a nest anytime soon."
"He's gonna marry Binti," Timira chanted, completely oblivious to Zazu's words.
Zazu angrily ruffled his feathers.
"Well, I suppose that makes us even, then," he stormed.
Timira stopped chanting and stared up at Zazu, looking puzzled.
"What do you mean, Zazu?"
Zazu had suddenly become flustered again, and for some reason, Simba was giving him the same look he had given Timira when she misbehaved.
"Nothing," he stammered. "Nothing at all. Forget I even brought it up."
"Come on, Zazu," Timira insisted, "what do you mean, 'that makes us even?'"
"I tell you, it's nothing! It's of no consequence to you at all."
"But Zazu -- "
Simba sighed and shook his head.
"I guess we'll have to tell them now," he muttered.
"I'm terribly sorry, Sire," Zazu said meekly. "I didn't mean to let it slip."
"Let what slip?" Chaka asked.
Simba looked solemnly down at the three cubs.
"Chaka," he said to his son, "You and Timira were betrothed shortly after you were born. When you two are old enough, you will be married."
There was an empty silence for a few moments, then Chaka and Timira flinched and stared at each other, making noises of disgust. Shani stared in mute shock at her brother, then at Timira.
"But I don't wanna marry Chaka!" Timira protested.
"Yeah, me neither," Chaka chimed in. "I mean -- I don't wanna marry Timira!"
"I know," Simba said gently, faintly remembering his and Nala's reactions to hearing the news that they were betrothed. "You may not like the idea at first, but that's just the way things are in this pride. Just give it time. You may not want to marry each other now, but things might just change later."
He glanced over at Nala, who smiled warmly at him.
They certainly did for us, he thought.