The thought crossed his mind as he glanced at the crowds milling below him. A sheer drop, if that didn’t kill the boy, the ensuing clamour definitely would. He could still hear the dying notes of euphoric song as he held the prince above his head, golden sunshine illuminating the two of them. An auspicious day indeed, one he’d waited for for a long time. He could see the whole kingdom from where he stood. The thought that what he was about to do had to be done, for the people also crossed his mind. He looked down at them again, so content with what they had. So jubilant for their false king. He had seen it in his readings, the Pride Lands had to change. He glanced surreptiously at the king and queen behind him. Had he been holding up the prince too long? Had they noticed?

The king was busy taking care of his wife. The other lionesses too were busy making sure the queen was comfortable. There was no one else there and nothing else to it. A beat longer and he would lose his chance. Already the crowd was beginning to shuffle their feet. He took a deep breath, and let go.

It was a day that the whole kingdom had been waiting for. Or so his mother told him. He was still a calf and interested only in play. But it was an important day nonetheless and so they set off for the King’s seat at the crack of dawn. Herds of others milled around him. But he didn’t have to crane his neck too far to catch a glimpse of the newborn prince. There he was, as the whole kingdom swelled in song and the golden rays illuminated him, and the great prophet holding him up. The prophet looked around, holding the cub up for all to see, and suddenly in a beat, the monkey’s paws let him go. And the prince, with the sacred pulp still drying on his forehead fell. In the blink of an eye, he was lost in a crowd of elephants. Even with his long neck the giraffe calf could not make much sense of the chaos that followed. But he did see the guards dragging him away. They dragged him away as he cackled maniacally, chanting “Long live Scar.”

Yay. New story. Or something. *shrugs* It is something. When I first thought of writing out this story I had thought of telling you guys about another story I’d written when I was 11 (?) for the outro…why? I don’t remember. But here’s it anyway. When I was 11, I wrote this retelling of the lion and mouse story in which they become unlikely friends. …Maybe I wanted to tell it because it too had lions and was a retelling (For those of you who haven’t caught on even though I made it VERY obvious) this was a Lion King retelling. Lion King the 5 minute movie. …k. I don’t know how to end this. I hope you enjoyed.