Here is the prolouge to Falxo's Life - Scarred.
The black teenage lion ran across the savannah to find this new Force Clan he joined the dark night before. He came to a familiar white lioness.
"Hello, Falxo. You ready for your first training session as my trainee?" The lioness purred, circling him.
"Yes, Kimbunga. I am more then ready." Falxo said, scraping his claws against the ground.
Kimbunga lounged at him, and clawed his side. Falxo roared in pain. Kimbunga then scratched his eye and pushed him to the ground.
"Tell me who you hate most, if he or she is the reason you joined me and my little friends."
Falxo hesitated for quite a few moments, then spoke.
"My mother."
"What is it you want of your mumsy, Falxo?" Kimbunga asked, licking his blood off her paws.
"I-I want her dead!"
"THEN ACT LIKE YOU WANT HER DEAD!!!" Kimbunga roared.
Falxo got up and looked at Kimbunga. His fur was stained with tears and blood. His red eyes had become a faded icy blue, and his pupils went from deep velvety black to a bright silver.
He had gone blind.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Kimbunga said almost bouncily.
"I-I can't see you..."
"Your spirit has come! You will not be able to see for a few moments, but then it will come back to you in a certain hue of color. You will see things in different shades of any color for the rest of your life." Kimbunga purred.
Falxo blinked. His vision cleared, but was greenish. He blinked again and again. The more he blinked, the clearer and the greener he can see.
"What color am I?" Kimbunga asked sarcastically.
"You-you look green!"
"Because you see in green now. You know, Nala sees in dark gray, so this isn't the first time this has occured."
Falxo snorted. "Lead the way to the meeting place, already."
"Alright then. This way, Falxo."
Little did Falxo know this would change the rest of his blood-free life...