"My ancestors are berried next to great pharos priests and priestess. Now Egypt is to over run by human industries, and the rest is to barren to support the life of a creator like my self. That is how my pride came to be desert wanders, generations ago.
I, however, was not with them very long. My father was old and when a rough male came to challenge him it was a fight the old male would not live through. Few actually see what horror comes from a male being over thrown by another.
First the new male chases any adolescent, that might become competition for him, out of the pride. Next the new male kills all the small cubs, so that the females will be ready to mate sooner. My eyes were barely open at the time of my father’s death.
I was lucky though, when my brother was chased from the pride, he fled with me. He made food offerings to any nursing feline to let me feed from her till I was weaned. His is the only face of my family I remember. But he too was not with me long.
I was no longer an enfant but still a child when he died protecting me. We came across a some kind of priest or shaman lion, his main and tail fur was red and burned like fire. I remember the look of my brother’s eyes when he told me to feel. I swear they were glowing red, red like the setting sun. When I returned to that place all that was left was his body..."
Chapter 2
"What place is this I've travled to?...."
Now I know this place, they call it The Pride Lands. An odd name for lands that seem to all ways be plagued by one thing or another.
I have made some friends here, and two enemies as well. Strangely, I've found comfort in an elderly lioness know as Uzuri. I've all so come to be friend a young lion called Tidus. He seems nice enough, though his girl friend couldn't be more arrogant if she tried. Oh well, to each their own.
The enemies I've made are two shaman of Hades called Doral and Sayre. They are true fiends who take pleasure in pain and suffering. They have twice forced them selves on me, violated me...
I feel the lingering pain in my heart, and for once I am afraid.
Chapter 3
I've found comfort once again in four small cubs. Each of them from different origins, and each lost with no place to call home. I don't even remember my mother, but I've found great joy in looking after the little once, and strangely enough, I'm rather good at it. If I do say so my self. The cubs are: Keeley Laith Indo Albino
