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Chapter One:
Deep in the Valley Of Hate, a princess was born the King Kikatili and Queen Furaha of the Valley's. A dark cream coloured female cub, with a faint light brown stripe on her forehead that ended between her shoulder blades and matching red eyes. Zira was her name, and she wasn't the only cub of Furaha. Wivu was the slightly older brother of Zira.
Wivu being dark pelted; green eyed with a white tuft, unlike Zira, Wivu was not the son of Kikatili. He brought hate upon the cub, being his evil step father. Every characteristic Wivu had, was from his real father. The one his mother fell in love with when she was just an adolescent, and was brutally murdered by Kikatili and his father. So Kikatili could have Furaha, not knowing she had a cub with the lion he murdered.
Kikatili didn’t like Zira, being as she looked like her mother. He wanted a male cub, which looked exactly like him from the start. Blazing red eyes, grey pelt, and a jet black mane like him. The only thing he liked about Zira was her eyes, being red like his. She got her dark cream colour from her mother and her light brown tail tuft from her maternal grandfather.
Wivu walked into the entrance of the dirt den, looking his mother deep in her blue eyes. He lie beside her and watch his half-sister twitch as she slept. A smile was forming at the edge of his mouth, the first smile in a few weeks. Rarely ever did anyone smile in the Valley Of Hate, but Wivu smiled the least. Knowing he lives with a murderer who hates his origin.
“Zira is her name, right?” Asked Wivu, his voice was husky with a slight English accent. Looking down at Zira with his bright green eyes. Furaha laughed, looking at her perfect son.
“Yes Wivu, Zira. Your little sister.” Whispered Furaha, as she cradled the youngster in her arms. Without a care in the world. Everything broke when, in the background, she heard Kikatili screaming at the lionesses to go and hunt for the Pride. Laughing as they ran from him, he walked into the cave. Kikatili was staring deep into Furaha’s cyan eyes.
“Why are you lounging around, Wivu?” He roared, scaring young Zira into a crying fit and making Wivu jump behind his mother. “Go-. “ He hesitated. “Go clean your den!” He roared again. Wivu had his own small den; Kikatili only wanted his own blood to sleep in the Royal Den.
Wivu ran from his Step Father as fast as his legs would carry him. Smiling at the lionesses that were around his age, hoping to get one of them to like him. Running into his den, he opened the small door; leading to a tunnel he made. No one but Wivu knew about this tunnel. He used it for food storage and hiding. Right now; for both.
Twisting and turning throughout the short tunnel, finally entering the large room full of meat and small pools of water. Wivu had wanted to live in here for the rest of his life, but someone would eventually find him or he would run out of food.
Back at the Royal Den, Kikatili and Furaha were talking about the pride’s future. Sending Kikatili pacing back and forth, as Furaha still gazed at her beautiful cub.
“I want another cub.” He said, trying not to raise his voice. “That looks more like me.” He finished, still pacing back and forth; looking at Furaha. Sighing, Furaha nodded her head.
“If my king wants it, he’ll obviously have to get it.” She whispered, “Or he’ll have to murder me too!” She stated, still remembering the gruesome day, Kikatili killed her love. Though she loved Kikatili, her love still lingered for her previous mate, Kufa.
“DO YOU HAVE TO BE LIKE THAT?” He roared, waking poor Zira up again! Faraha looked at him and pointed to the door; licking her daughter. “Fine.” He grumbled, turning to look at is beautiful mate one more time before leaving.
“Do NOT come back until your attitude is gone for good!” She said, not getting out of her way to look at him, she was angered and her baby was making it feel better. “Zira, may the kings and queens be proud of what you will become.” She whispered, “A Princess.”
Deep in the Valley Of Hate, a princess was born the King Kikatili and Queen Furaha of the Valley's. A dark cream coloured female cub, with a faint light brown stripe on her forehead that ended between her shoulder blades and matching red eyes. Zira was her name, and she wasn't the only cub of Furaha. Wivu was the slightly older brother of Zira.
Wivu being dark pelted; green eyed with a white tuft, unlike Zira, Wivu was not the son of Kikatili. He brought hate upon the cub, being his evil step father. Every characteristic Wivu had, was from his real father. The one his mother fell in love with when she was just an adolescent, and was brutally murdered by Kikatili and his father. So Kikatili could have Furaha, not knowing she had a cub with the lion he murdered.
Kikatili didn’t like Zira, being as she looked like her mother. He wanted a male cub, which looked exactly like him from the start. Blazing red eyes, grey pelt, and a jet black mane like him. The only thing he liked about Zira was her eyes, being red like his. She got her dark cream colour from her mother and her light brown tail tuft from her maternal grandfather.
Wivu walked into the entrance of the dirt den, looking his mother deep in her blue eyes. He lie beside her and watch his half-sister twitch as she slept. A smile was forming at the edge of his mouth, the first smile in a few weeks. Rarely ever did anyone smile in the Valley Of Hate, but Wivu smiled the least. Knowing he lives with a murderer who hates his origin.
“Zira is her name, right?” Asked Wivu, his voice was husky with a slight English accent. Looking down at Zira with his bright green eyes. Furaha laughed, looking at her perfect son.
“Yes Wivu, Zira. Your little sister.” Whispered Furaha, as she cradled the youngster in her arms. Without a care in the world. Everything broke when, in the background, she heard Kikatili screaming at the lionesses to go and hunt for the Pride. Laughing as they ran from him, he walked into the cave. Kikatili was staring deep into Furaha’s cyan eyes.
“Why are you lounging around, Wivu?” He roared, scaring young Zira into a crying fit and making Wivu jump behind his mother. “Go-. “ He hesitated. “Go clean your den!” He roared again. Wivu had his own small den; Kikatili only wanted his own blood to sleep in the Royal Den.
Wivu ran from his Step Father as fast as his legs would carry him. Smiling at the lionesses that were around his age, hoping to get one of them to like him. Running into his den, he opened the small door; leading to a tunnel he made. No one but Wivu knew about this tunnel. He used it for food storage and hiding. Right now; for both.
Twisting and turning throughout the short tunnel, finally entering the large room full of meat and small pools of water. Wivu had wanted to live in here for the rest of his life, but someone would eventually find him or he would run out of food.
Back at the Royal Den, Kikatili and Furaha were talking about the pride’s future. Sending Kikatili pacing back and forth, as Furaha still gazed at her beautiful cub.
“I want another cub.” He said, trying not to raise his voice. “That looks more like me.” He finished, still pacing back and forth; looking at Furaha. Sighing, Furaha nodded her head.
“If my king wants it, he’ll obviously have to get it.” She whispered, “Or he’ll have to murder me too!” She stated, still remembering the gruesome day, Kikatili killed her love. Though she loved Kikatili, her love still lingered for her previous mate, Kufa.
“DO YOU HAVE TO BE LIKE THAT?” He roared, waking poor Zira up again! Faraha looked at him and pointed to the door; licking her daughter. “Fine.” He grumbled, turning to look at is beautiful mate one more time before leaving.
“Do NOT come back until your attitude is gone for good!” She said, not getting out of her way to look at him, she was angered and her baby was making it feel better. “Zira, may the kings and queens be proud of what you will become.” She whispered, “A Princess.”
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