Mufasa was returning to the garden of his residence without knowing all the commotion that would happen under the ground.
Determined to find an instrument that can help him move around more easily and avoid hitting a wall, he looks for some kind of stick in the gardens.
He could ask someone to do this for him. Ask your parents for example. But he was against depending on someone, he was seriously determined to be independent.
Not that he thought he could do everything without the help of anyone ... He knew he was weak and seriously incapable, yet there was an extremely irritating fire within him that would force him to exhaustion to go it alone and achieve everything he wanted with your own hands.
He would or would go the same way, even if he didn't want to, he would.
He surrendered to mediocrity a long time ago, he has the memories of the past lived in his mind, within him there was that voice that whispered so that these silly and childish wills are left aside.
That this desire has just emerged within itself is a consequence of the change in the environment in which it is now inserted and not an inner change, therefore it is still and will always be the same failure internally.
An eternal enemy of itself.
But the eternal sinism that always negated his wishes was now countered by the brutal desire to send this enemy to fuck!
Even if this fight is bad! Even if it's insignificant ...
He will win, even if he has to bite him to hell!
Then he clumsily and monotonously searches with his little hands between the soil, the grass, the mud and the stones.
Cut yourself, get dirty, get hurt, get lost ... But don't give up.
Finally he finds a large stick, he runs his hand over the rough surface of this weakly twisted branch.
It was firm, slightly dry, had a pleasant woody smell.
It was too big to be a cane, this stick was more like a stick, but Mufasa didn't want to break it to make it smaller ... no, that way it was great.
At that moment he had one of many more small achievements that gradually paved his way to solidity.
Increasingly making him certain that he could do anything
That he could overcome any limit.
Contentedly, Mufasa imagines in his head as an imposing lion-man, who is on top of a mountain holding firmly and in parallel a large staff while facing the infinite horizon.
Amused by his brilliant imagination he laughs ...
* Hahahaha ... I'm Son Goku! Chala Head Cha-la! hahahaha * He has fun remembering in his imagination an iconic figure holding a stick, this figure deeply marked his childhood.
Mufasa raises his staff into the sky and shouts:
"My holy staff ... My supreme and powerful weapon, exercise my will and separate the red sea. So be it!" With a very serious look on his face, he cries out these words aloud and solemnly, and then strikes his staff hard on the ground.
Pah!
Then quickly the solemn look of mufasa gradually changes to a very smiling and playful face.
He can't stand it and laughs.
"Hahahaha ... From now on my name will be Noah !! I stopped already." Mufasa talks to himself and returns to his normal self and acts as if nothing wrong with him has happened.
All this funny moment, of a happy child who was happy with the results of his efforts, was not lost by a lonely and silent figure who was always present in Mufasa's daily life.
This figure was like a fleeting shadow that watched and cared for Mufasa, even though he did not know about his existence.
The hidden figure smiles watching his young leader and is proud of his small achievement and his antics.
This playful side of Mufasa was a side that he didn't know existed.
In his memory the young leader was always a fragile, lonely and inert child like a statue.
But a very rapid change made the young leader to become more active.
Sometimes he showed a maturity very developed for his age. Sometimes he behaved very strange and incomprehensible to anyone.
It was all very supernatural.
But there were also times when he acted like any other child and now it was no different. In fact, it was comforting.
It shows that the young leader, despite his eccentricities, could be like any other child lion, even if he has his difficulties.
* And who is this Noah? * The lonely figure asks himself.
The figure is taken from his delusions when he observes that mufasa, now trimmed from a branch, moves much faster and more confidently to a small hill in the deepest areas of the jaridm.
At a considerable distance, he saw Mufasa going up a small hill and then standing there as if looking at the observable horizon.
Then this sublime moment is abruptly interrupted by the appearance of strong earthquakes.
These capable tremors and make the unsuspecting unbalanced.
He, as a strong and capable man-lion, does not shrink from these tremors and quickly balances himself.
Despite changing his attention, this tremor did nothing to him. However, in alarm she remembers that the young leader was on top of a hill and so he looks over to where Mufasa was.
Mufasa was falling!
Somehow the soil on the hill that Mufasa was on top of opens up and forms a fissure that makes it fall and disappear from his view.
Alarmed by the event, he moves from where he was and hurriedly runs towards where Mufasa was to save him.
With unusually fast and agile he runs towards the hill, but as soon as he gets closer, another tremor much stronger than the previous one makes him stop his movement.
Now having to balance himself in the shaking soil, the lion-man finds himself desperate close to the power of nature.
Once again, new cracks appear on the ground and those that previously appeared become deeper.
All this chaos showed that the land previously thought to be safe was actually hollow and that there was a deep underground space that meandered as far as it could be seen.
And Mufasa was falling towards that dark and gloomy space.
Without being stopped, the lion-man goes towards the fissure and jumps into it.
Jump into the unknown with the hope of saving your young leader.
"Shit, damn ... Young Leader!" The lion man shouts in a call to Mufasa hoping to have someone on display.
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