SARABI'S DESTINY 

*Our Story begins In The Outlands, at the time right before Kovu's,
Kiara's and Vitani's Birth. * 
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New Characters 
Tihkahn- The best and only friend of Nuka, a dark outlander female, of 1
year. 
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Sarabi lay in the grass, her head down, as she smiled. She saw the
grasses twist in the wind, and the sight of Nala getting fatter every
day. She smiled yet again, yet she knew that she would not see her
grandcub. 
She stood up, to go see Simba, and to tell him her time would soon come.
She stretched a final time in the grass. Perhaps a bit longer to rest
her old bones. 
Deep in the outlands, 2 lions sat talking to one another. 
"Tihkahn, I don't know about this. Do you really think my mother will be
proud of me if I do it?"
"Of course she will, Nuka," replied Tihkahn. She scratched a termite
under her ear before continuing.
"It's the perfect plan. When your mother goes off into the caves to find
dinner, we will head off to the pridelands. It will take us a day or so
to get there. When we arrive, I'll..."

They began to whisper even lower, so that now one else would hear. Back
in the pridelands, Sarabi groaned.

"Oh Simba," she said. "How can I explain?" she spoke to the air. She was
trying to find a way to say her time had come to Simba.

Suddenly flashes appeared in her mind. Simba, held up at the ceremony.
Simba, going off to the water-hole. Scar, approaching them all in the
charred dust of the evening, announcing the deaths of Simba and Mufasa.
Hyenas, cackling into the dust and dry air. Being struck by Scar after
her denial of food in the pridelands. Simba, rethroned, and roaring his
kingship to the whole world. 

She did not get up that day. She was caught up in memories. Oh, why had
she taken that time for granted? Why had she not realized she should be
gracious for her long life? Funny, how it came to her now, when she
could not do a thing about it.

She awoke late the next day to a cackling voice.

"Hello, your majesty," said a lanky, scruff looking outsider.

She roared pitifully, and yelped for help.
"Simba! Outsiders! Help me...going...to..kill me..."
she heaved up her last strength and struck down the outsider. She took
for granted the time he was recovering- she ambled off towards Rafiki's
boabab tree.

"Rafiki! help..." she whined pitifully. She ducked into the deep grasses
and walked to he River of Pride. 

"Mufasa, guide my spirit, to your resting place among the sedge." she
called out.

A wind drifted, catching leaves and milkweed. She turned her head, her
mouth open in enchantment. The wind rushed the milkweed and leaves
towards a dark place on the outskirts of the jungle.
She took a step forward. The wind stopped. She backed up. The wind
swirled off in the direction of the elephant graveyard.

"My destiny!" she snarled. She felt a waft of strength come towards her
as she took off towards the eerie graveyard.

Back at Pride Rock, Simba had herd the cries of Sarabi. He rushed out to
where Nuka stood, sniffing, in the grass. Tihkahn sat hidden in the
shadows of the rock.


"Where is she, outlander?" roared Simba. Nuka turned around and began to
hightail it. Not fast enough, though. Simba lunged after him and pinned
him to the ground.

"I'M SORRY!" he screamed pitifully. "IT WAS HER IDEA! HERS! DON'T KILL
ME! DON'T! SPARE ME, SIRE!" he yelped.
Simba looked on disgusted. "You do not speak of me as your Sire!" he
said. "You are not one of us, you stinking coward. Now tell me what you
did to my mother!"
Nuka trembled. 
"I came up her to try and...well...kill her." Simba roared.
"I saw her groaning in the grass, muttering to herself, when suddenly
she saw me. She struck me down. I saw her tike off in the direction of
the Pride River."
"You mean the River Of Pride." interuppted Simba.
"Yeah, whatever." Simba roared. "Anyway, I didn't see her after that."

Simba roared in his face, giving him a full view of is teeth. "How dare
you," he said, shuddering. "How dare you! You scar my mother off! You
shall be executed at sunrise. Kitaka, Viaka. Guard him in the exuections
chamber."

Suddenly Thkahn walked loftily out of her hiding spot.
"Forgive me, Simba, but he did not draw royal blood. Therefore you may
not execute him." 
Simba looked around at Zazu.
"Yes, sire, forgive me also, but Royal Demands say that if the lion did
not draw royal blood, they may not be executed, but, they may be
exiled."
"But he's already exiled! And the charge for denying exile is warning-
on second charge-death! Get off my land, you scum- quickly before I
change my mind.  Come back again. and your head will be lying apart from
you in the River Of Pride."
"You mean the Pride River," snorted Nuka. Anyways, he rushed from the
lands with Tihkahn.


Simba sadly led his lionesses back to Pride Rock. He looked out on the
horizon, thnking of his mother. Yet he knew Mufuasa would guide her.
Along with the other kings of the past. And Ahiehu.

Sarabi plodded towards the hyena lands.
her voice echoed a song she had heard once, long ago.
"The royal blood you have drawn
will be your death upon the dawn
Flee not cursed stranger
For your time has come."
 Her eyes gleamed red. She approached the hyena land. 

Stepping among the ruins, the lioness sniffed around and identified the
scent of Shenzi and Banzai. She growled, her hackles rising, and walked
on.

"We sure gave old Scar the slip." said a female hyena.
"Yeah, we're good! Lions don't go down very well though," said a male.
"Just like old Muffy," said the female. "Didn't know Scar had left Simba
there on purpose. Didn't know he had planned the stampede. Didn't know
we had a part in it."

Suddenly Sarabi sprang. She landed upon Shenzi. The hyena squealed in
surprise- then she fought back. Yet Sarabi had the law of the Lion with
her- and the forces of Aheihu.

It was an unequal fight. Sarabi was old and weak- but Shenzi was the
wrongdoer. Sarabi fought bravely-but suddenly she felt a blissful
feeling. She sank down nto the floor of the graveyard.

"Hah! Old lioness bit off more than she could chew!" said Shenzi.
Suddenly sarabi felt a rush of anger. Death was coming- she knew, for
both of them. She would meet it here. If it was coming anyway she knew
she must avenge Mufasa and kill the one who had so mistakenly drawn
royal blood.

Sarabi and Shenzi both lay on the floor. Yet there was one difference. 
Sarabi suddenly drifted up, as if from sleep, and headed out to the
darkness among the jungles. And there she lay, forever caught in time.