THE LION KING: THE FULL SAGA

AUTHOR'S NOTE/INTRO: I DO NOT OWN THE LION KING. THIS IS THE FULL FIRST MOVIE, COMPLETE WITH ORIGINAL MATERIAL, LIKE SIMBA AS A CUB, GROWING UP IN THE JUNGLE, SCAR'S REIGN OVER PRIDE ROCK...EVERYTHING. ALL YOU LION KING FANATICS...REJOICE! I PLAN FOR THIS TO BE A MASSIVE TALE AND I PROMISE TO PUT OUT AT LEAST 1 TO 2 CHAPTERS EVERY WEEK! HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT. FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME! ~The Ghost Writer

UPDATE (11/1/12): THE WAIT IS OVER! I AM FINALLY BACK! ENJOY CHAPTER 41!

Chapter 1: Dawn

Nants ingonyama bagithi baba

Sithi uhm ingonyama (ingonyama)

The gleaming sun rose over the African savanna, heralding the start of yet another day. Slowly, yet surely, the land came alive, as all animals, from the tiny insect to the towering giraffe all turned to face the majestic golden orb from which beams of light radiated.

Siyo n'qoba (ingonyama)

Ingonyama nengw'enamabala

Ingonyama nengw'enamabala

As flocks of birds began taking flight, the sun's rays gently sliced through the morning mist, illuminating the stunning Victoria Falls and the soaring Mount Kilimanjaro. It was a sight made to behold. The sheer power of nature's raw, undisturbed beauty reflected the harmony and unity of the great Circle of Life, with which all animals were intertwined. In this great natural circle, all the animals on the glorious savanna lived and thrived as one.

But today, there was to be a new addition to the circle.

From the day we arrive on the planet

And blinking, step into the sun

There's more to see, than can ever be seen

More to do than can ever be done

A young giraffe, squinting at the morning light, followed its mother and the rest of its herd, as the giraffes mingled with all sorts of other animals: elephants, antelope, wildebeests. They were all headed in one direction.

There's far too much to take in here

More to find than can ever be found...

As a colony of ants marched by in perfect formation, one after another, a flock of blue guinea fowl waddled along the plain, closely followed by the thunderous plod of the elephants.

But the sun rolling high

Through the sapphire sky...

A herd of zebras splashed through a pristine stream gracefully as they followed the crowd. This morning was not just any morning. It was a very special event.

Keeps great and small on the endless round

It's the circle of life

And it moves us all

Through despair and hope

Through faith and love...

Pride Rock, home to the regal lions, who ruled over the land. Today, the Queen had given birth to a new cub-the heir to the throne. When the time came, he would succeed his father as the ruler of the Pride Lands. As far as it went for the other animals, the birth of the Future King was news very much talked about, and the lions had made it clear that all animals were to show up and attend the birth of the Prince.

King Mufasa, a tall, powerfully-built lion with shimmering golden fur stood on the edge of Pride Rock, surveying all who came to attend. He felt very satisfied this morning. After all, he was the proud, unrivaled ruler over the Pride Lands, with so many faithful and loyal subjects showing up to attend the birth of his newborn son. He was a good king-strong and fierce, yet understanding and benevolent. And so life had been kind to him. The sound of flapping wings was heard on on his left, and Mufasa turned to watch his majordomo, the hornbill Zazu, touch down in front of him. Zazu greeted the king with a sweeping bow as if to say "Your Majesty, we are ready to begin." Mufasa's stern features broke into a gracious smile as he acknowledged the loyal bird.

Till we find our place

On the path unwinding

The animals all parted as an old, bent-over figure strode through. With surprisingly quick movements the elderly baboon shaman Rafiki pulled himself up to the ledge of Pride Rock, where he greeted Mufasa with a warm congratulatory hug. Together, they made their way into Pride Rock's den, where Mufasa's mate, Queen Sarabi, lay with the newborn cub cradled in her paws. The king and queen affectionately nuzzled each other; this was the happiest day of their lives.

In the circle,

The circle of life

Sarabi loosened her grasp a little, revealing a golden-furred infant who turned and gazed up at Rafiki with shining, innocent eyes. Producing his walking stick, which had a shaker made from an empty gourd at one end, Rafiki waved the staff above the cub's head and smiled as the cub tried to bat the empty gourds with his tiny paws. Then, Rafiki produced a fruit, raised it above his head ceremoniously, and cracked it in half. Then, dipping a finger in the fruit, Rafiki smeared some of the juice on the cub's forehead. Following this, he reached down and scooped up a handful of earth, which he gently sprinkled on the newborn, causing the baby to sneeze. Mufasa and Sarabi smiled adoringly. Upon receiving the nod from Mufasa to commence, Rafiki hoisted the infant up in his arms and walked out the of the den. Mufasa and Sarabi watched as Rafiki lifted the cub up into the air for all to see.

It's the circle of life

And it moves us all

Through despair and hope

Through faith and love

The animals rejoiced. Elephants trumpeted in unison, flocks of birds soared overhead in perfect formation. Monkeys shrieked and antelope stood up on their hind legs.

Till we find our place

On the path unwinding

At that moment one could swear that he saw the skies parting and a ray of light shining down on the cub. The spirits of long-gone ancestors approved. Here was a king who would make a difference. He would one day bring peace to the Pride Lands.

In this circle, the circle of life.

Ha, pretty canon, right? Don't worry, it gets better starting...now. ~The Ghost Writer