deep thought or fear, just acceptance. There was no remorse, just relief and satisfaction in knowing that he had sired many offspring and that they had gone on to strengthen the pride or start one of their own. His genes were spread far and wide. The species would benefit indefinitely for it.

In his final act of defiance, Simba let out a roar, daring death to come and try to take him. But death would come, did come, and Simba lost twice this day.  He lost against a foe who had youth and opportunity at his side and he lost against a foe that had unyielding patience and could never be conquered - time.

As Simba’s heart took a final beat, he remembered who he was.

 

End.

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