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Written by: RICHARD RUSSO The Lion King is Copyright © 1994 by Walt Disney Pictures. All Rights Reserved. Some characters and concepts appearing in The Pride are the property of the Walt Disney Company. "The Pride" is Copyright © 1995-2002 by Richard Russo (Author) and kept by Vortex/RGR Productions, INC. (Publisher), a subsidiary of Communicore Enterprises. All Rights Reserved, including the right to reproduce this story or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. Any unauthorized reproduction of this material without the expressed written or otherwise permission from the author and Vortex/RGR Productions, Inc., is strictly prohibited and will be challenged to the full extent of the law. Characters and situations are the creations and intellectual property of the author and are hereby Copyrighted. Unauthorized use of author created characters and situations within this work are prohibited by registered marks. Failure in complying may result in penalty under law. Some ideas for The Pride are based on a previously released story entitled A Matter of Pride Copyright © 1995 by Christine Morgan. References to her story were used with permission. Printings: 1.0: October 27, 1998 1.5: May 07, 2002 (Format Re-Release) Version: 1.5 Forward What can really be said about a project as big as The Pride? Plenty. And there is a wealth of knowledge surrounding its creation. For instance, this story began under the studies of Brian Tiemann, a fan of The Lion King from the very beginning. He wrote and nurtured the project from its beginnings up through May of 1996, when new chapters suddenly ceased. The Pride laid dormant for about a year until I picked up the work in February 1997. And while I went on to conclude the massive story here, Brian Tiemann's work can not go uncredited. A lot can be said about him and his dedication to the quality of this story. I can only hope that I have not only picked up, but finished the tale in his image. In taking on this challenge I had a lot of help along the way. A major thank you (kiss the feet kind of recognition) goes out to David Morris. Many have thanked this man in their stories. Why? Because not only is he a great writer (the co-author of the Chronicles of the Pridelands Series) but he is also a great friend. I have to say if it wasn't for Dave pushing me on in the face of defeat and stubbornness, what is of The Pride would not exist today. To Dave Morris I must give a big heartfelt thank you. There are two other people I wish to thank in helping with the creation of The Pride. The first is Lora Hunter, a dear friend of mine who I've known for years. She saw me through a lot of writers block and many other troubles. Lora may have heard my denials to see the Lion King movie in the theaters but the many talks we've had over the past few years have been invaluable - not only to this story but many other ideas as well. Her contribution to my life is unprofound and her friendship is special. I also wish to thank Jessica Gustafik (now Keila) for, at least, believing in my abilities as a writer. Even in the face of denial she told me I could do it. Thanks to these people The Pride is a reality - whole. So, The Pride - What exactly is this story about? Well, it is about a lot of things. It is about leadership and responsibility. It's about facing your hardships. Heck, it is really about a lot of things. And in order to understand it all you'll just have to read it! I really thank you for your interest in The Pride. It has been a taxing time during these past few months while creating this story, and I hope I never go through something like this again. Just kidding. Again, thanks for reading this story and I hope it is what you expected. Ricky Russo The Pride Chapter One The moon rose, and as its crescent edged over the rocks at the entrance to the cavern its light poured in over the living contours of the stony interior. Rocks all around the cavern lit up in sharp relief, casting their dim shadows on the far wall; its gray light washed over the bodies of a dozen motionless forms. It nagged at the face of Taka, tormenting him as he twisted his head back and forth, his eyes pressed shut, until at last he succumbed and opened them. He turned his head toward the light, frowned, and rolled over onto his belly to hide his face from the white intruder. Trying fitfully to sleep, for though there were only a few hours more of darkness remaining before the summer sun would rise and cast its oppressive rays upon all the lions in the cavern, Taka leaned involuntarily against a young lioness near him. She stirred in her sleep and muttered something, something which sounded unpleasant. She curled into a tighter ball and seemed to pull away from Taka. The young, bony lion opened his eyes once more. This night there would be no sleep for him, as always. He grimaced at the lioness who had drawn away from him, turned his head away, and licked at his shoulder halfheartedly. The moon was rising high into the sky now, and it was framed in the open mouth of the cavern, beckoning. The sky was already turning a faint pink with the coming of morning. Taka staggered to his feet and his stomach rumbled at him in protest. He shook himself, and bits of dry grass fell from his coat. He moved away from the sleeping pride and slid invisibly along the wall, making for the entranceway. The night's kill had been meager, and he had had little food-- Mufasa, as always, had eaten first and taken the best of the meat, and had then glowered at Taka as his own lionesses had taken their turns before his brother had even been allowed near the carcass. Lowering his head to stifle an irrepressible growl of frustration, Taka reached the entrance to the cavern. As he paused, standing silhouetted in the moonlight, his shadow fell suddenly across Wamase, a young, curious lioness whose wide eyes now were fixed intently and alertly upon Taka. He felt her gaze and turned reluctantly. "What is it?" he asked, a little shortly. She gazed back at him in wonder. "I can't sleep," she told him innocently. "Where are you going? You sneak out all the time." He had been holding his breath, and now he let it out in a sharp hiss of annoyance. "I'm going out. I have to be by myself." "But every morning," she persisted. She raised herself on a foreleg. "I want to know where you keep going. Do you get sleep somewhere else? You hardly ever sleep here." Taka's eyes narrowed. "Wamase..." "Don't you like it here? Why don't--" He interrupted her with a sharp but breathy hiss through clenched teeth. "Quiet. They'll hear you." Wamase's voice fell to a murmur. "They'll hear us," she corrected. "I want to know--" "No," Taka broke in. "They'll hear you. I'm going." And without another word, he sank out of sight beyond the threshold of the cavern's mouth and was gone. Wamase stared after him for several minutes, her big brown eyes fixed on the moon framed in the doorway. Finally she rested her head once again on her paws and closed her eyes. It was a long time before she was able to regain her lost sleep. The sun had risen by the time Taka reached the edge of the water hole and bent down to drink. There was plenty of time yet to relax before the day's predictable groups of animals began to arrive and socialize; he could make himself comfortable. He closed his eyes and began to drink deeply of the cold water, oblivious for once to the world around him. Here in the cool hours of morning, before the birds had begun to chatter, before the sun had begun to blaze, before the animals had begun to gather, there was nothing to beware. His empty stomach still tormented him, but the water served to deaden the hunger. Taka drank, letting himself be absorbed in the calm of the morning. It was only the sudden alarmed rising of a bird from the water's edge, its wingbeats making a rhythmic squeaking sound, its shadow flashing across his eyes, that roused Taka from his reverie. His head snapped up, and water dripped from his chin. He scanned the grasses at the edge of the pool for motion. He knew that nothing would likely happen for some minutes-- anything that would allow itself to be noticed so obviously would remain motionless for a good long period before judging it safe to proceed. Taka correspondingly lowered himself cautiously into the tall grasses and let himself freeze still, his coat blending with the morning shadows between the yellow grass, only his dark mane giving him away. He peered into the stillness on the opposite side of the pool where the bird had been. Nothing... yet... Taka tried to judge the time he had waited by marking the sun's position against a tree overhanging the pool. Though it assaulted his eyes, he forced himself to stare at the sun until he found the shimmering edge of the disc and noted where it was in relation to the tree.