Post by Simba on Jan 12, 2016 20:01:26 GMT 1
Song: Run boy run
"Run away, Simba.. Run.. Run away and never return.." His uncle said in a dangerous voice.
And that's what he did.
He ran.
He ran as far as his small legs could carry him, for a 6 year old; he was quite fast. But then again, he had been quite the runner in the Pridelands, it usually got him into trouble. Now it was his exit in a very complicated situation.
Simba heard the heavy footsteps of Scar's soldiers chasing him, knowing they would not stop until they found him; he strayed away from the path.
Unfortunately, the path was downhill, and Simba lost his balance; rolling down while hurting himself on a few rocks during his way down
The young boy finally came to a stop when his body collided with a tree, the air was knocked out of his lungs and he remained still for a few seconds. The longest seconds of his life, since he was listening if he could hear the voices of Scar's soldiers.
There were none.
He was alone.
All alone.
Simba sat up, rubbing his bruised ribs and scraped arms and legs. He took quite a beating from that hill. But this was better than to be killed by his uncle.
The boy wrapped his arms around his knees and did what any child would do.
Cry.
He cried for his father, his mother; he cried because he knew it was his fault. His father died because of him, and now Scar would take over the Pridelands.
Simba stifled his sobs, a prince should not cry. He should be brave, and strong, like his father was. But he couldn't. The memory of his father blocking the path of Scar's soldiers with his body remained engraved on his soul. He was scarred, scarred for life.
Was he even a prince now? Probably not. He killed his father, he was in exile now.
Tired, and emotionally drained, Simba fell asleep, sheltered from the rain by the tree he collapsed into.
His dreams, however; told him of a life that he could have.
A fight that his father and his uncle were having one rainy night.
"You're bringing MAGIC into this land, brother? Are you insane?"
"There is nothing to be afraid of! I know a very powerful sorcerer!"
"What name does he go by?"
"... Rumplestiltskin.."
Simba snapped awake as a roll of thunder echoed through the Pridelands, its screams loud and frightening.
The boy took a few sharp breaths, huddling closer to the tree; before chanting to himself:
"Rumpleschtiltskin.."
A flash of lightning.
"R-Rrumpleschtiltskin!"
A roar of thunder.
"RUMPLESCHTILTSKIN!"
Rumplestiltskin