Lost Whisper

A little lion cub who perished on the road and can’t accept the fact that he is dead. Doubly so since this was no accident; his elder brother, not wanting any rivalry for their father’s throne, took him out with a promise to show him something cool. He sat him there on side of the road, and when the little cub complained of boredom told him to be patient. That this surprise was “to die for”. And the moment a car approached, he picked his little brother up by the scruff, and threw him into the road.

No one remains who remembers his name. The little cub came back, and to his despair, no one even seemed to care that he was gone. And when he murdered his brother in vengeance, clawing back the justice he was never given, laying out his crimes for all to hear? His mother and king didn’t respond with horror, didn’t respond with grief. Not for him. No, their wails were for his brother. They didn’t care about him. Didn’t care that he’d been murdered, didn’t care that he was still here. All they cared about was that his brother wasn’t.

So, he killed them too. He killed his entire pride, and wailed in the ashes when they were gone.

Now he wanders, alone and afraid and so, so angry. Stories have spread of the Lost Whisper, of a little dead cub wandering the earth in anguish and despair, hostile to any and all lions. “If you see a blue glow, turn around.” they say. “It’s best not to cross paths with the restless dead.”