"I always knew you could do it." I hear.

"Anubis." I turn.

"You have done well Mola Mlezi wa Damu na Moto." He says.

There was a crown in his hands. A crown black and spiked. It looks like coal or iron. Is it truly my destiny? I look up. It doesn't matter now. The sun, the grass, the trees. I don't care about those things anymore. I nod at him. I've waited long enough now. I am tired of fighting someone else's battles. I nod. He places it on my head. I stand up. The others claw their way down. I press my foot onto the stone. It feels warm.

The lines start glowing a very faint red. I'm tired of being someone else's servant or the leader of the lion guard. I'm sick of keeping the Pride lands in order time and time again. I'm sick of the yelling. It's time I become my own master.

"Kion, we need to talk." Simba walks forward.

"There's nothing to talk about." I take another step.

"I told you Rafiki. His destiny is written and shall be upholded." Anubis says.

"It would seem so." Rafiki sighs. 

"I know." I say without turning. 

The throne calls me. I turn around. I place my body on it. It feels warm. It feels... right.

"Bow to the Mola Mlezi wa Damu na Moto!" Anubis Roars.

Mwisho

The End.