A Tale of Two Lions #2

Pt.2
...First only warm brown eyes in the tall golden grass, eyes that almost glowed, and did not blink staring deep into the heart of the fearful child. If Na’fi had not been so gripped with fear he would have seen that the beast was majestic in size and color. He was really a very beautiful lion. Both lion and child eyes locked. Then in a moment the lion’s attention was diverted to something behind the young boy. In an instant his look went from warm and glowing to that of fight. Eyes keen and focused, locked on something beyond where young Na’fi stood. Full of questions, should he flee or fight, should he keep looking at the oncoming beast or turn to see whatever had captured the great lion’s attention. After what seemed like hours but in reality it was only a few moments, Na’fi began to turn. Slowly, slowly he turned. After turning the full ninety degrees but not moving his feet, Na’fi saw a much smaller lion, scrawnier. His mane and fur all much darker, his face and look much harder. Eyes as black as the darkest night, eyes that looked not at the larger lion but looked straight into the heart of fear of the young child. The lion seem to feed off of this fear, wielding a strength in destruction, stealing the very life from the boy. Frozen in fear, breath slow and heavy, pins and needles covered every inch of the young boy’s body. Suddenly there came the same deafening roar, shaking the very ground beneath, causing even the trees and the grass to take notice. It seemed for even a moment that the mountains bowed down. Shaken from the trance young Na’fi turned once again to face the great golden lion. As their eyes locked a feeling of overwhelming comfort came over the boy, a sense of strength began to fill his heart. Staring into one another’s eyes the lion seemed to say “focus on me, don’t turn away”. Just as this was happening the other lion began to come into Na’fi’s peripheral vision, circling him, snarling and growling, doing all he could do to take the attention of the boy off the greater lion. Circling over and over again, lunging as if to attack but only testing the young boy’s resolves and focus. Then finally as if unable to take anymore, consumed with hatred, rage and blood lust, the black beast crouched prepared to leap at the small and easy prey. Just before the kill the evil man-eating beast looked to the great lion with defiance and almost smirked then said I’m taking yet another. Then focusing on his prey he pounced. With a flash the great golden lion dove in between feast and foe. With his mighty right paw he lay waste to his enemy. Na’fi eyes wide still staring unmoved as the great lion stood over his prey. From the bushes came the village hunters with shouts and clicks with high-pitched screams. Hurling spears at the already defeated man-eater, spear after spear piercing the dead lion’s flesh. Na’fi’s father in one swoop tossed his son onto his back and safety. In the midst of all the commotion the great lion with his golden mane and beautiful brown eyes had disappeared into the tall savanna grass unseen by the villagers.
Later when telling the story around the fire the village men would exaggerate the part they played in the execution of the great man-eating beast. But Na’fi knew the truth, the truth that out there somewhere was a lion looking over him. Na’fi now grown still walks across the savanna and when he looks hard enough sees those wonderful brown eyes watching over him.
The End

Love ya

PJ
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