I stand on the balcony. My hands soaked in blood of prisoners I've slaughtered. I feel rage when I kill. A burning fire. Like a predator. I feel different, but it's a good difference. I feel stronger. I feel more powerful. I am the power. I am the fire. I am the blood.

It's all so strange. A couple days ago I would never have thought I'd be able to stand on two legs. I never thought this is what my destiny writes. I always thought I'd be running in the Pride Lands. But... this empire seems so much bigger. The throne I have seen definetly triumpths the Pride Rock. This place seems so much bigger.

I let out a breath. Everything is changed. I love it. I mean, I'm used to it by now. There are a lot of advantages to being human. I feel taller. I have hands. Hands are amazing. I never really thought of them much by seeing Rafiki's. But these hands are worth it. I hear a noise. I turn. 

"Oh, you're here." I say.

"I hope this night will be brisk." She pulls of her dress. 

I walk forward.

"Let's hope so." I say.