And, as much as I don't care for SP, I have the sudden urge to do it first. Don't ask me why, cause honestly, I have no idea. I know if I did TLK first, I would probably butcher it. Besides, when I do TLK i'm gonna use some elements from TLKoB, and that'll take forever. I guess I just wanna get the knack of using the songs. Here goes.
Chapter One:
He lives in you
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
The night moonlight showered over the pridelands, giving light even in the darkness. Monkeys pounced through tree’s, resting Elephants lifted their huge heads. It was time.
Night
And the spirit of life
Calling
Oh, oh, iyo
Mamela
Oh, oh, iyo
A faint wind was carried over the grasslands as birds, antelope, and creatures tall and small began their trek.
And a voice
With the fear of a child
Answers
Oh, oh, iyo
The old baboon stood on top of the huge structure, Pride Rock, his arms gesturing to the gathering below him.
Ubukhosi bo khokho
We ndodana ye sizwe sonke
Wait
A group of birds soared past majestic mountains, their wing tips daintily touching the breeze as the sun began to rise.
There's no mountain too great
Oh, oh, iyo
A grazing Gazelle felt the spirit of the wind pass over her in a rush, and began to join her fellow animals.
Hear the words and have faith
Over a long hill, okapi’s and antelopes, followed by zebra’s and huge elephants, made their way over the last horizon, to pride rock.
Oh, oh, iyo
Have faith
Hela hey mamela
All of the animals, zebras to monkeys to elephants, were underneath the out looking rock jutting out of priderock, where the clouds parted to reveal the sunlight. They felt it. The spirit of Mufasa, in the clouds, looking down on all of them.
He lives in you
He lives in me
He watches over
Everything we see
Into the water
Into the truth
In your reflectionHe lives in you
A giraffe looked up at the form of the King in the clouds, and zebras bowed to their former king, followed by gazelle.
Zazu, the blue horn bill rose up to the tip of pride rock in front of Rafiki, and the two lions approached their shaman slowly. Nala, her coat a sleek creamish tan, and Simba, his red mane flowing in the wind. In Nala’s mouth was a small cub, yellow fur and bright orange, almost red eyes. Rafiki took the cub from Nala, who gazed affectionately at the next heir to the throne. Rafiki nodded to Simba and turned to face the crowd of animals, like he had done so many times before. Raising the cub into the air, an outburst of cheering came from all the animals. Elephants stomped on the ground, arousing birds, who flew from the trees and over the cub. Gazelle and zebra’s cheered, bowing their heads. Giraffe bowed their long necks and monkeys cried out, clapping their hands to the earth. The cub was in the light of Mufasa, his form was clear in the light of the sun. The cub struggled playfully in Rafiki’s firm grasp. When noticing the wind from Mufasa, the cub batted around, trying to catch it. The wind circled Rafiki, who closed his old eyes as he felt for sure the spirit of Mufasa approved of his son’s cub. The wind circled around the elegant Nala, who understood Mufasa was the wielder of the wind. Simba stared up at the sun light as the wind roused his flowing mane, his eyes understanding his father was with him. After much cheering, Rafiki lowered the cub and rubbed the ceremonial ointment from his gourd onto the cub’s forehead with his thumb before letting Nala nuzzle her cub. Simba proudly rubbed his cheek against the cubs.
Meanwhile, Timon and Pumbaa had been watching proudly. Finally, with a sigh of joy, Timon said; “Ah Pumbaa, look at him! A chip of the old block!” He cried, jumping off Pumbaa’s shout where he had been resting. “And you have to know who’s going to raise him?”
“His parents?” Asked Pumbaa, after thinking for a brief moment. Timon sighed.
“Okay, technically, but who’s going to teach him the really important stuff? Like how to belch? Dig for grubs?” Timon and his partner smiled happily. “I’m telling you Pumbaa it’s going to be just like old times. You, me, and the little guy.”
Their chat had been watched by Rafiki, still holding the cub, gave a little laugh and a quick glance to the cub’s parents. “It is a girl.” He said.
“Oh.” Said Timon, who appeared completely the same after hearing the news. “Girl…." He thought, processing the thought. "A girl?!” Both him and the warthog exclaimed simultaneously and broke into a dead faint.
Thoughts?
