A lion sat on the rock of glory. He had killed all his competition. At long last he would control the land. Pride filled his stomach, as his eyes gazed over his newly gained territory. He was now in power.
No longer would he have to listen to his brother. That fool thought that every animal should be treated fairly. What a joke. The strong exist to pray on the weak. That's how its always been. If his brother can't accept that then he is nothing but a deadbrained fool. He deserved to die.
In the middle of his thinking his right hand man, Fang, warned of a hyena invasion. He sighed at the thought. They were not a regular occurence, only about one every two moons, but when they did happen they were a major nuisance.
When the lion exited his lair he saw that his territory was filled with the hyenas. His lions were dealing with them nicely though. Soon it would be over and he could return to more important things. It was almost boring. There was no competition to be had.
The lions had been in charge sense this range was formed. The first rulers were harsh and cruel to those beneath them, as it should be. Then they started getting softer on the lower races. No more of that is to be had though. Now is the time for change. I did not manger that the lower races outnumbered them 20 to 1. They had the fire power.
Two weeks later something strange happened. The hyenas attacked again. It was unlike them to put two attacks back to back like this. Though this one was smaller, it was still troublesome. The fact that they had been attacking within such close proximity of each other, suggested something had changed. Though he could not make out what.
Not only was that strange, the lesser races had been less cooperative as well. More and more were caught trying to leave. Did they know something the lions did not? Was the commander Fang a traitor? No that could not be it. Fang has always been loyal. He is living a very good life. He had to find out, but how?
The next day he imposed a new tax. He said it was the result of strange behavior from them, and the attempts to escape. Now twice as many of them would have to be offered up as food for each race. This cause a major uproar, and even a riot! Though it was put out very quickly.
With the Hyena attacks growing more and more frequent, and more riots happening the king was growing paranoid. Sure his army of lions could hold them off with relative ease. Though why was this happening, and what would the future hold. Sure his army was getting stronger on account of the extra food, but the riots and attacks were not ceasing. What was he to do in this situation. He had to call in Fang.
With Fang in his lair, they tried to form a plan. The lions could not take anymore tributes, because if they did that it could lead to then eating them faster then they could reproduce. If they attacked the hyenas then there was a good change the troupes would be eliminated. If he sent his whole army the riots would destroy him. He had no options it seemed. He would just have to wait it out and see what happens. Not ideal, but what else could he do. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
His fears were well founded however. A few days later a massive army of hyenas appeared. Not only that but around 80 percent of the lesser races joined them. They were planning an attack. While the lions were fearsome they were no matter for the joined forces.
They fought them for three days. During this time the lions made barely any headway at all. The lions indead were much stronger. This along with the massive influx of food should have been enough for their victory. But when you have an army as massive as theirs, you are virtually indestructible. No matter how hard they fought the lions were losing badly.
As more and more of his land was being overtaken, the king was growing evermore fearful. Was he wrong to be so harsh on them? Was it him who had caused this downfall? It could not be, for he was right. Though justice mattered not for they were winning, and this battle was coming to a close. His general Fang was dead, and most of the lions had surrendered, or died. All hope for his victory was gone. As the hyenas entered his lair he cursed, and wished this would goodbye.