by Applejack » September 23rd, 2011, 8:27 am
Kiara nodded, pressing even deeper into Kovu's warm fur. It had only been last night since she had snuggled up against him, but it felt like ages. She half couldn't wait for tonight when she could happily and eagerly nuzzle into the warmth and protection that was his fur, no his entire being. She looked up at him, nodding slowly. "I couldn't agree more," she replied, starting at his deep eyes. "If you had turned out as Zira planned for you, we wouldn't be together at all, or, worse, we, the two prides, might both be dead or separated beyond repair. Could you imagine if Zira had succeeded, and Daddy was dead? I couldn't..." she trailed off, burying her face in Kovu's dark, soft fur. In her mind, she finished what she was saying. If Daddy was dead, then Zira would have won, Kovu would be a bloodthirsty ruler, and the pridelands would once again be destroyed. Just what Daddy and Kovu fought to defend in the end... She shuddered against Kovu's pelt as the images filled her head. Dead lions, blood-stained mud and the pridelands much as they had been while Simba had been gone, barren, practially a wasteland. She was thankful that they would never have to deal with that. Zira was dead, and the land was at peace. Suddenly an image of Zira falling from the cliff, so close that Kiara could have saved her. Kiara turned back again at once, jerked from the memory, and hid the tears that had mounted up in her eyes in Kovu's mane.
Kopa turned to look at his mother and father, a look of mixed feelings, mostly horror and and disbelief. How could his parents see through his feelings so easily? I mean, sure he had thought about here almost nonstop, along with his parents and sister, but, come on! His face flushed into a deep blush as he looked away. "Mom, Dad, c'mon! Don't talk like that!" The truth, however, was written in the air around him, as well as his face and his actions prior. He really had missed her, and not just a little. Vitani's sudden disappearance from his life had left him empty, feeling like a shell even more than losing his family at the same time had. She had been in his thoughts and dreams, in the water he drank from, and the air he breathed. There wasn't a moment that he lived that he had not thought about either Vitani, Simba, Nala, or Kiara. Using what his father had said as a crutch to escape the mix of rolling feelings and emotions inside him, he nodded.
"I see what you mean, Dad." Indeed, there had been a time while he had been in the wild that he had felt completely abandoned and lost faith in everything. "While I was out there," he began softly, "it was like nothing you could imagine. I mean, while you were out in the Jungle, you had Timon, and Puumba, but I was alone. All I had to keep me company were the memories of you two, Kiara, and Vitani. There were actually times that I felt so abandoned that I could have sworn that it had all been an elaborate hoax to run me out of the pridelands because I just wasn't good enough for any of you." He shook his head, now upset at himself for ever thinking anything like that. "But then... then, one night, while I was asleep, I had a vision. A vision of the pridelands in chaos. I woke up, sweating and panting, and walked to the small stream that I drank from out there. As I looked on in the water, a cool, soothing, calming feeling rolled over me. I stared harder at the water, and say the pridelands in chaos once again. Startled, I was unable to move. Then, slowly, the scene changed. The land became green, and all became healthy. I realized then it must be a sign. The signs continued on, small twinkles in the Realm of the Great Kings, shifts in winds, until finally I found my way home, and, well, here I am now!" He smiled and looked up at Simba from Vitani's side
Nala looked at her son, her heart almost breaking in two as she listened to him explain all of the hardships he had endured to get back home. She was relieved that he was home, and amazed that he had survived so much alone to come back home to them. It made her happy to know that her son had such brave qualities. She sighed, releasing a deep, amazed sigh. "You remind me so much of your father, and also of Mufasa..." she trailed off, lost in thought.