Post by Kala on Mar 6, 2011 18:47:41 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300]KALA[/glow]
Loose stones clacked down the side of the Gorge, echoing off its rocky incline as she made her way down. She went down in a sort of hasty fashion, wanting to get closer to solid ground. She thereby flung the loose stones everywhere in her rush. For some reason, the echoing calmed her. It made her feel solitary. She hadn't felt this way for quite some time and in some aspects she missed it.
When she reached the Gorge's floor she strode over a tree, bent over and broken. It cast no shade. She sat next to the tree and looked down. There, small, shiny objects littered the area beneath the tree. They were white and iridescent, much unlike all other stones. To her, they looked like stars. She thought she knew what stars were made of: the Great fallen Kings of the past, but she learned recently that not all was as it seemed in this world. The stars could be stones, for all she knew. She preferred to think that Kings were high above to give guidance, although. In this respect, she preferred to not know.
She bowed her head in homage to Mufasa, the King that had ruled when she was born. Mufasa was also Simba's father. She had always greatly respected Mufasa and had been devastated at his death. Where the tiny, sparkling stones were sprinkled was where Mufasa had taken his last breath. With finality, she decided that the shiny fragments of stone was the broken pieces of the King's heart.
Mufasa was immortalized just in front of her.
Legend:
Thoughts
"My words"
"Others' words"