The Lion King/Guard : Survive from Death

Part 20 - Deep Sadness

Kion slowly opened his eyes, finding himself in a dark and desolate place, with no signs of life around him. He felt a sense of confusion and disorientation as he tried to gather his bearings.

"Where am I?" Kion's voice echoed through the empty space, but there was no response, only silence.

Determined to find answers and help, Kion mustered the strength to stand and cautiously began to explore the darkness, his paws guiding him forward. He called out for assistance, hoping to hear a familiar voice in the void, but his pleas seemed to disappear into the emptiness.

Suddenly, a gaping hole materialized beneath Kion's legs, causing him to recoil instinctively. As the hole expanded, a peculiar image emerged from its depths—a vision of Rani, the lioness he loved, sitting alone on the soft green grass, tears streaming down her face.

"Rani!" Kion's voice reverberated with desperation, but his cries seemed to go unheard. He yearned to reach out to her, to offer comfort, but he remained trapped in this mysterious place, unable to make his presence known.

Perplexed by his surroundings, Kion contemplated his circumstances. He couldn't help but wonder if he had met his demise.

"Am I... dead?" Kion's voice quivered with uncertainty, his mind grappling with the concept.

"No, Kion, you are not dead," a resounding voice resonated, breaking through the silence.

Startled, Kion turned towards the source of the voice, his body tensing in preparation for a confrontation. As the figure approached, cloaked in a billowing white mist, Kion struggled to discern its identity.

"Who are you?" Kion's voice held a mix of caution and determination, ready to defend himself if necessary.

With each step, the mist dissipated, revealing the majestic face of a lion—a face Kion knew all too well.

"Grandfather Mufasa!" Kion's eyes widened in astonishment, a mix of reverence and disbelief flooding his being.

"Yes, Kion, it is I," Mufasa's voice carried the wisdom and warmth that Kion had cherished during his lifetime.

Kion's initial defensive stance softened, and he listened attentively as Mufasa explained the nature of their encounter.

"You are not dead, my grandson," Mufasa's voice held a reassuring tone. "You are in the realm of heaven, alongside me."

Kion's mind raced with a flurry of questions and concerns. He couldn't bear the thought of being separated from Rani and leaving her to face the challenges alone.

"But what about Rani? She needs me," Kion's voice quivered with worry.

Mufasa chuckled gently, his regal presence radiating comfort. "Fear not, Kion. Your time in this realm is not indefinite. You will return to your loved ones when the moment is right."

Kion's heart found solace in Mufasa's words, knowing that his separation from Rani was temporary. However, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and urgency.

"How long will I remain here?" Kion inquired, yearning for a timeline to be reunited with his family.

Mufasa's voice held a calm certainty. "You will stay here until your cubs are born into the world. It is a time of rest, where you can rejuvenate your spirit and relinquish the burdens of your duties as King and leader."

Kion's gaze shifted, his eyes catching sight of another familiar presence—his grandmother, Sarabi, appearing behind Mufasa.

"Grandma Sarabi, you're here too," Kion greeted her with a mixture of surprise and relief.