Rebirth in the world of the Lion King.

Part 2 Ghost

Heroes are made by difficult times.

09/12/2032. Time 12:00. Serbia. City of Belgrade.

War is the worst thing that can happen to you when you are only 16 years old. Yes, you thought correctly, and again there is a war in the Balkan territories. It’s good to watch war on TV when it’s going on somewhere far away and it doesn’t concern you much. But when it’s right outside your window, when your car is a piece of iron, and the place where you worked or lived was destroyed, when your friend or someone close to you is lying next to a shot in the head, you no longer care. When a war is waged on your territory, defending it is much easier and makes more sense. This is what I do, too, to be more precise. I am 16, and I have already become the commander of the 502nd self-defense battalion. You may ask why a 16 year old brat became a commander? What can I say, I showed myself well. In tactics and the ability to survive. Especially in the first days of the war. Plus, everyone in my battalion was the same age as me; we were formed from the cadet corps. When NATO bombers razed our cities to the ground. In general, I'm a history buff. Military tactics and political tricks. I read a lot of books such as The Sovereign, The Art of War, Great Battles. That's why I joined the cadet corps. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Yarilo Brozovic. Yes, yes, like God, Yarilo is furious and fiery. But they called me that for another reason: during my birth, I developed a disease called hemorrhagic fever, it was cured in time, but the white of my right eye became red, as if it was filled with blood... I was given the order to hold the advancing enemy troops until our forces arrived. We did just that, having occupied the heights and fortified ourselves, we held off the enemy for three days, as it turned out later we were surrounded and there was nowhere to wait for reinforcements. Our main forces were defeated two days ago. There are only a few of us left. I am writing this letter in the hope that someone will find it. And at least the memory of me will remain. Writing these last words on a piece of paper that lay next to him. When he was under a concrete slab. His eyes slowly began to fill with blood, and he stopped seeing anything. At that moment he began to cry; Yarilo would not want it to end like this. After all, he still has two little sisters left who are waiting for him at home, it was for their sake that he volunteered for the front. Father and mother died at the beginning of the war. And he remained the only dear person for them. At that moment he asked himself only one question - how will they be without me now. Is this really how it will all end here in this Dota? His eyes began to slowly close. The last thing he prayed to God was that everything would be fine with his sisters (sound of explosion). The light calls me, promising peace, my spirit reaches out to it, knowing no barriers. There is no longer any reason to worry, I did everything in my power, now everything depends on him, I believe that he will do the right thing. I closed my eyes, my path ends here... But something is wrong, I no longer feel anything, neither the bliss of the all-encompassing silence, nor the long-awaited peace, the light disappeared, and the sound of the wind began to reach my ears - is this death?.. I tried to open my eyes. Surprisingly, this turned out to be quite simple for me. Instantly I realized my situation. How so? I died, why am I still in the world of the living? The stars sparkled in the night sky, a light wind swayed the sparse grass, and moonlight made its way through the sparse clouds, illuminating the large clearing in the middle of which I stood. Having looked at my body, I realized that I was still in the state of a wandering spirit, a ghost, if we speak in the words of ordinary people, but in essence I was just a clot of energy, separated from the body, there was no mysticism in this. And I still stood firmly on the ground that belonged to the living, even despite the loss of my physical shell, the world did not want to let me go. I have heard stories of souls unable to find peace due to unfinished business, or emotional attachment, but I was always skeptical about this. No, I did not deny the existence of ghosts, in the form in which I am now, but the essence of this is completely different. Sitting down on the grass in the middle of the field, our main character began to cry as much as he could, he didn’t know what to do, where to go, and why he didn’t go to heaven. - Why, why am I being punished? Why did it end like this? So, there is no God of any kind? All this is empty chatter. After a couple of minutes, our hero calmed down, he began to think about further actions. Saying it out loud. “So, I need to calm down, assess the situation, where I am and why my spirit is here.” After this question, something stabbed him in the back. Turning around, he saw a strange-looking mountain. It resembled the open mouth of a crocodile. For inexplicable reasons, Yarila was drawn there, something deep in her soul told her that she should move towards that rock. But where does the baobab come from? After all, they grow somewhere in Africa? Sitting down and starting to look at the ground of the spruce trees, I noticed that the ground here was completely different, drier. Looking up, he could not see the stars, like the sun, everything was covered in clouds. After walking a couple more meters, he noticed that everything was different here. The hero concluded from this that I was definitely not near my home. This is definitely Africa. So I'm in Africa now, but why am I here? —Walking straight towards the rock, he noticed that something rushed past him. He saw that it was a boar on the head of which a meerkat was sitting. -So, this is something new. I've never seen animals do this. Hmm, they are running in the same direction that I am going. - What is it that attracts them and me? This feeling is indescribable, something or someone was calling him. In a soft and warm voice. Like when mothers rock their little children to sleep. Walking towards the rock, I felt that it began to rain, which gradually increased. As well as the number of lightning strikes and the loudness of thunder. It's about to rain. Approaching the rock, I noticed that on the flat part of the rock, resembling the bottom the jaws of a crocodile, some silhouettes were moving. Starting to climb to the part where I saw the silhouettes. I started thinking, maybe they will help me, maybe they will tell me what to do. But these thoughts disappeared when, having climbed the rock, I noticed that these silhouettes were many lions and lionesses, who, one by one, began to enter the cave, which I did not immediately notice. That’s where those same two came in, a wild boar and a meerkat on his head. “I hope they didn’t notice me.” This is what first came to my mind when I hid behind the nearest stone. But something continued to call me, and now with even greater force, inside that very cave. I gathered all my strength into a fist and decided that I needed to act, because that same feeling was intensifying more and more. Well, it was, it wasn’t, coming out from behind the stone, I went straight into that cave. All the lions and lionesses that were inside the cave gathered in a semicircle around one, which lay somewhere in the distance of the cave. Having gone even deeper, I realized that they didn’t see me because I seemed to have stepped on one of the lioness’s tails, and she didn’t even move her ear. There was joy on their faces. But at the same time sadness. I tried to touch the shoulder of one of them, who had a black mane. And it seemed to me that he felt something and somehow twitched. I tried to talk to them, but to no avail. I tried to wave my hands near their faces, but that was also useless. And then I noticed that next to the lioness that was lying there was some kind of monkey. And she told her something, but I didn’t understand what exactly. Another strange thing was that in his hand this monkey had a stick with a pair of pumpkins on the end. It wasn't too wild for me. I heard that we came from monkeys, But to act like this, this was the first time, everything is very strange here. Then one of the lions, who had a red and lush mane, began to approach her and began to rub against her muzzle. She and he started crying. As I approached them, I realized what was happening. In front of her, in her paws, lay a small spruce lion cub, breathing. And coughing up blood. “He’s not a tenant,” I thought. Meanwhile, I noticed three other little lion cubs that had already attached themselves to her breasts and greedily began to suck milk. That was cute. I heard that the lioness began to cry and lick the lion cub with even more force. She started poking him with her nose. But everything was countable. He died. I felt a little sorry for him. That lion with a red mane took the lion cub with his teeth from the mother’s paws and carried it aside, it was clear on his face that he was also upset. Like everyone else who was in this cave. Someone let go of their head, and someone cried. “Help him,” this voice sounded sharply in my head. - What?! Who said that?! -Help him. - What?! Who are you?! - I am, existing. A bright light illuminated the entire room, everyone and everything seemed to freeze in time. I looked towards the light. - Why am I a ghost?! Why am I here?! Why are you showing me this?! After these words, the lion cub that had just been dead began to shine with a golden light, but no one saw it except me. - Do you... want me to possess him?! - But how will I live here, how will I adapt here? I am a human, and they are animals?! I'm not a savior, I'm not the one you need?! - Who makes people blind or deaf, who gives them life or takes it away, who gives them all this?!! Isn’t it me, God?! - Falling to my knees, closing my eyes and covering myself with my hands, I became scared. - Yarilo - the voice became calmer and softer - Yarilo, don’t be afraid, remember, I will always be with you. These words made me feel much better, as if all the evil in this world had disappeared. Rising from my knees, I asked. -What about my sisters?! - A bright light, and in just a split second images flashed through my head. I realized that everything would be fine for them. - Thank you! - But what is my goal, What is the mission, since I inhabit him? - The voice did not answer anything. - But how can you help me? I need some kind of strength or someone who can tell me how to live in this body. — The voice was silent, and the radiance stopped as abruptly as it had appeared, time and everything around began to move again, I went up to the baby to examine him, that big lion stood next to him. And it seemed to me that I had already seen it somewhere, but I don’t remember where exactly. But he was no longer looking at him, but at the lioness who was lying on the floor, and another lioness and a lion with a black mane were comforting her. - Well, it was, it wasn’t. Forgive me... - Approaching the lion cub, I touched his dead little body, and the tip of my finger glowed with white light and I was pulled inside the lion cub.