I wrote this earlier in class. Kind of an experiment, more or less, with structure. I by no means think of it as being my best work, but it was a quick idea I wanted to put onto paper anyway. The idea stems from an idea for an AMV I plan on doing.
The story is written through the point-of-view of Zira, for all who need clarification. In addition, I did my best on the Swahili. If anyone feels I might have erred at any point, however, feel free to let me know.
That's that. Thank you for reading. I hope my little experiment is enjoyable for some.
"Attack Music"
Do not fret, my pride.
Be bold.
Be brave.
You knew this day was coming.
Listen…the sound of thunder approaches.
A storm is brewing. Mtahamia, my pride, mtahamia.
We have been suppressed for long enough. Simba, and even Mufasa before him, has kept us from realizing our true nature. What we are owed. Not even the so-called Great Kings can deny this!
We have been knocked down. Spit upon. Treated like dirt. My pride, we have been forced to live in a wasteland for far too long! Our day has come!
Vengeance will be swift. Mtapiga, my pride, mtapiga.
Our ranks have been diminished. Kovu is gone, and Nuka is dead because of him.
It is a dreadful loss. But through it we will trudge onward, in the name of my son and in the name of Scar.
Kovu has become weak. Simba and his wretched daughter have corrupted him, turned him against his kind.
We will show no mercy. Any friend of the Pride Lands is an enemy to us.
These are Scar’s lands. You recall how he was taken from us. You, my pride, know what must be done.
We will unite. Mtaamka, my pride, mtaamka.
We cannot sit around any longer. If we are ever to take back the kingdom, this is our chance!
Now is our time! Now we must fight! Do what you can! Do what you will! Do what you must!
Fight! Tear! Rip them limb from limb!
My pride, hear my cry. Hear my demand.
It is what Scar would want. His will be done.
Do not fear death. Death would be preferable to this wasteland. But the Pride Lands is our haven.
Think! All the fresh prey. All the fresh grass. The comfort. The bounty.
It could all be yours. Mnawaza, my pride, mnawaza.
We will be fast. We will be merciless. We will do what it is our destiny to do.
We will kill Simba. We will kill his daughter. We will kill the entire pride.
No one will stand in our way.
Not even Kovu.
We want war. Mtaua, my pride, mtaua.
We want war.
END
As I said, this is along the same lines/a lead-in to an AMV I'd like to do. I've never done an AMV but, as with RPing, a goal of mine in the next few weeks is to change that.
As for the Swahili words, the translations should be realized through context clues. If you're stuck and would like to know what they are, though, let me know.
If you would like to offer criticism, be my guest as I will always take it. I'm sure there is plenty that could have been changed and plenty that could have been done better. As I said, this was an experiment with story structure that I wanted to try out and see how it went. I envision this being a sort of chant, perhaps with a choir of voices rising up behind Zira. I think, after the AMV is complete, my vision might be a bit clearer. Then again, I may have totally crashed and burned, it's hard to say. I'm going to come back to this later tonight after I've done some other things to see if it's something I would consider putting on Fanfiction.net. We will see.
At any rate, thank you for reading. And for fans of my normal fanfic Wokovu--I'm halfway done with the next chapter. I hope to have it done by the first week of February, if not before.
~YFWE