Chapter One: The Lesson
The sun peered out from the sky, its rays shone down on the plains of the grassland kingdom. Moya was teaching her cub on how to be a ruler. The cub listened to every second of it; he couldn’t wait to be king. Thora was his name. His pelt was tawny, his eyes were green like grass, and he had chocolate brown “socks”. He stared ears perked at his mother listening and trying to understand what it would be like as king. “Every ruler has their time here that rises and falls with the sun, and sometime the sun may set on my time here, and rise with you as the new king.” Moya told her son.
Thora peered out at the Grasslands. “All this? Wow... What is it like to run a kingdom?” he said fascinated.
Moya smiled at her son. “A lot of work, being king isn’t just about having fun all the time” she said looking down at her son.
“Oh, well I’ll try to be the best king there ever was!” he said in excitement.
Moya chuckled “Well you can hope that but, there was one true king, Mufasa. He came from the Pridelands where his son, Simba now rules” She said lifting her head up. “Now shall we go to the den?” Moya looked at her son.
“Can I stay up here? Pleeeeeeeeeease?” he said looking at his mother innocently.
“As long as you don’t run off my little prince” His mother said as a charming smile showed.
“I won’t mother, I promise” He Said.
“Ok, I leave my trust on you” She said as she slinked off towards the Pride's den.
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