"You had to ask Nala to come??" I ask.

"I'm his mother. I have to know where my son is." Nala says.

"Hmmm... you do have a good point, but please be quiet. This quite village does not like one of more surprises." I say walking forward.

"What are these brown piles?" Simba asks.

"These humans are very smart and very clever. They built these from sticks and stones." I tap on it.

Humans. Wonderous. Mysterious. Hungry for power, but I have seen their kind side. She has shown me what good humans can do. They care for each other. They sing. They are not too different from us. They are a family. 

"Awa awa!" I call.

"Rafiki, what are you doing?" Nala asks.

"Shhh! Don't interrupt." I say.

I tap my staff down.

"Awa! Awa!" I call.

I hear a light go on. I see her wave forward.

"Come, come." I say.

I lead them into her house. She turns. Her eyes widen.

"Mfalme wa Kiburi." She lowers her head. 

"What's she saying?" Simba asks.

"She says, King of Pride." I say.

She stands up.

"Thank you, uh..." Simba starts

"Waji." She says.

"That is her name. Waji." I say.

"Nice to meet you." Nala walks forward.

"It has been long my friend." I walk forward.

She nods.

"Nimekumiss." She says.

I pull my fur back.

"You know why we've come?" I ask.

"Mola Mlezi wa Damu Na Moto." She says.

"Yes, the boy could be him." I say.

"I'm sorry, what exactly is she saying Kion could be?" Nala asks.

"Lord of Blood and Fire." I answer.