My eyelids slowly open, my vision starts to regain strength. After a little bit of effort, I see two lions staring at me, their eyebrows raised and lips drooping down.

The lion on the right… is my dad! His shiny gray mane, meticulously separated in half into sleek bangs, is covered with expensive insect wax. I could define his expression as priceless. Though I’m barely recovering my consciousness. In fact, maybe I’m in deep trouble, as his sharp and well cared for teeth are exposed.

Besides him is my uncle; he has a blond, voluminous, messy mane, unique for a lion his age, with a mullet. His dark brown fur, tan caramel muzzle and paws make him eye-catching compared to the rest of my family. His tall and slightly muscular build stands there awkwardly as Dad’s small eyes widen, placing his paws gently on my face.

Dad folds his muzzle into a big snarl. Even if I’m feeling kind of disconnected from reality, I know for sure he’s ready to spill an hour long lecture. He’s the King of the Lions, after all.

“Oh, thanks Mount Cavora, you’re finally awake! I’m unable to believe you would get into such a mess, my son.”, Dad sighs in relief, “Your arm was deeply clawed; all of that would’ve been avoided if you had called us. I taught you how to roar, why are you afraid of communicating with us?”

This is too much to process…

Dad continues, “Lavertus. An atrocious attack was targeted towards my son– the prince of the Lion Tribe, my heir, my future! Please, go forth and investigate the area. Search for eyewitnesses and identify this abhorrent criminal.”

My uncle shrugs his shoulders, visibly confused. I imagine this is too much for him, just like it is for me. An attack… seriously? I don’t remember much, but I can feel my arm numbing.

I try to get up, leaning forward. I place my left arm onto the comfy bed, but pain soon emerges and I’m forced to fall back. My dad’s right, he’s always right… 

Lavertus leaves the room, and now it’s just Dad and I. He sits besides me, on my right side, grabs my hand and holds it fiercely. He doesn’t know what happened before this accident, that I rushed after Cragger without hesitation. He’s unaware that I almost fell off a cliff. I wished only time would tell, but shouldn’t a prince always be honest?…

“Laval”, Dad pets my forehead, “tell me what happened. I can’t help you if I don’t know what you went through.”, he whispers.

“Cragger and I were suddenly attacked at The Fangs. A shadow scratched a rock with his nails and jumped on me…”

He itches his lion chin,

“I see. However, something doesn’t feel right. How did you get to such a dangerous place, and were you near anyone besides him?”

I stutter in hesitation; how should I explain what happened? Dad’s slim body is relaxed, but his eyes still leak concern. My answer was too vague, but I hope he understood what I meant. He needs context to help me.

“My friends were playing together… I was with them. It’s just that Worriz insulted Cragger… and he fled to The Fangs. Oh– I almost forgot to tell you that the moon was purple that night.”, I added, as my awkward voice trembles.

Dad gets off the chair, then tilts his head to the side, laying his index finger on his mouth. The balcony of my room is bright because of the sun. The sun, that’s where my Dad’s looking at.

He marches to the door.

His tone of voice settles down, and as he takes his leave, he takes a moment to speak, “I think I’ve got it. I’ll talk with the Eagles, as this incident is quite peculiar and I need an outside perspective about this. They live near The Fangs, so perhaps they can help us. I’ll see you at night.”

The wooden carved clock, sculpted by my friend Eris, ticks a soothing rhythm each passing second. I follow one of its pointers with my eyes as it slowly circles around, passing by the time markings beneath it.

I hover my head on top of the wound; it’s still fresh and shiny, even though it stopped bleeding. The bed sheet I’m laying on top of, covered with red light due to the harsh sun rays hitting my bed curtains, isn’t dirty either.

Dull stone walls cover my room, with a few triangular arches carved on them. At least I’m able to view Mount Cavora from here. 

My dad really likes you, Mount Cavora. Even if you’re a huge, floating mountain, you brought us life, you brought us Chi. The stone heads that bless us with Chi are what brings us all together, whether past or present, same or different species. Lions, Crocodiles, Eagles, Wolves… Ravens, Gorillas, Bears and Rhinos– we would not be what we are today if it weren’t for Mount Cavora. The Great Story is a tale of old, marked by the Chi birthing a new civilization, and that’s why Chima got its name– Chi knows it all; or that’s at least what my dad says.

Steps reverberate all across the circular stairway up to my room. A shadow seems to emerge before the open door. My body jumps in response, dragging the curtain to hide myself and I end up squirming my injured arm.

The stranger moves towards my bed, as the light hits their body, projecting their silhouette on the bed curtains; they appear to be tall yet soft, resting their closed wings behind the back. I sigh in relief, because this animal does not look like the other shadow that attacked me. I shiver while opening the curtain. Mouth open, inhaling deeply.

I stick out my muzzle, and I am greeted by an eagle.

“Oh no! Please pardon me for startling you. That was quite rude of me.”, the bird whimpered, “I’m the nurse your father entrusted to help you. My name is Ehboni.”

She holds onto the curtain with her yellow scaled hands, adorned with black feathers that cover her wrist. Now that the blinds are open, I can clearly observe her appearance: her entire figure is covered by well-preened and smooth feathers, but they’re quite dark, which made me mistake her for ‘the’ shadow. An expensive silver necklace, with sapphire jewelry, hangs by her fluffy neck. She smiles, opening her yellow beak.

Ehboni crouches near what looks like a box of medical equipment, and then opens it. 

“Come closer, Laval. I need to inspect your lesion.”, she whispers while organizing her materials.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, then she holds my arm and looks at it. After that, she picks up a medicinal leaf, lays it on top of my wound and bandages it.

My ears fall down, my eyebrows frown; I won’t be able to do much for some time, but Ehboni says that it won’t take long for me to recover.

“Just make sure you don’t put strength on your left arm, okay?”, she pets my shoulder.

“Alright… but– did you discover anything about my injury? Is it serious?”

Ehboni puts away her utensils, gets up, and says, “Don’t worry, sweetie! You didn’t suffer any major damage. I’ll let Lagravis know the rest.”

She leaves before I can react.

Argh! What is this ‘rest’? She barely answered my question. The cut’s shape seemed suspicious, yet I’m not supposed to know what it is? I fall on my bed and close my eyes shut in frustration, though I don’t pretend to sleep anytime soon. It’s still daytime.

I– I don’t want to stay all day inside my room because of an accident. Even if I need to, at least tell me why!

I squint my eyes to check out if there is anyone else here. The room is quite empty, especially when my toys are all back in their place. I jump out of bed and go to one of the wall’s arches, ready to admire the view again.

Someone knocks on the wall.

“Silly Laval, did you think you were going to be alone all day?”, a soft voice murmurs from behind me.

I turn around, realizing that the voice comes from my friend, Eris. I’m confused on how she got here, although I don’t doubt her sudden appearance is very convenient. Eagles are quite smart, so it’s fair to assume that she somehow snuck into the temple.

She rests her elbow on the arch and leans her head on her wrist. Eris is a little older than my friends and I; her previously stippled bright blue feathers molted and she’s starting to grow new white plumes. The sunlight irradiates her, smoothening her body into a cloud, free as the wind, going wherever she pleases.

Her light yellow eyes shine with brilliance.

“Oh, hey, Eris… It’s nice to see you today.”, I fiddle with my fingers, looking at my friend with an embarrassing smile, “What a coincidence. I just saw another eagle leave my room.”

“That’s the reason why I came after you. I overheard the conversation your dad had with mine. Ehboni was there too.”, she lets go off the balcony and pets my head.

Oh. So she knows what happened. Great. Never mind how she got inside the Lion temple; I now need to discover what’s going on, and why is Dad so secretive about all of this.

“Do you remember what the conversation was about? What did my dad say?”

“Okay… so, they were discussing how to gather information about this case. Lagravis speculates that what happened might’ve been a targeted attack against you, and thus ordered Ehboni to inspect your injuries.”

That’s really a lot to digest– it kind of makes sense, and I understand that this situation is serious, but… Why would anyone attack a child? Is that the reason that I’m supposed to not leave this place?

“Eris… would you mind giving your opinion about the situation?”

She shrugs her elbows and bows her head; perhaps asking a tween to dissect a possible hate crime is too much of a stretch. ‘Tis too soon to make big assumptions, although the best ye could do is not stay outside at night, she adds in a bittersweet tone.

My best bet would be to observe my surroundings and piece any clues I find. If my dad’s suspicions are correct, I’ll end up face to face with that shadow again. Let’s go to the Fangs!

I hold Eris’ arm and tiptoe downstairs.