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You approach the lioness, hoping to know why she was revived. “My backstory huh? Not sure why that’s important but alright… sit. I was born to a pride who bred leopons. My mother was chastised for pushing me out instead of their hybrid vermin. So she did what was best and brought me to the tree. There dewdrop found me and took me home. Unfortunately I had scars from my father. What a cruel lion. I was always… insecure about them, they were a constant reminder of my past. I grew close with a cub, ivy was what they called her. Through my life ivy became my best friend. Somewhere along the way we met another lioness, one more violent and welcomed her to our small group. When Vienã took over he could tell I wasn’t happy with his cruelty and as punishment he threw me to the volcano lands. While i went blind in one eye I still survived. Back then i thought my survival was a punishment. When i became an adult I was known as the eye candy of the pride. Mane males from everywhere adored me. Eventually I had a cub, her name was cleopatra. Gorgeous little girl. I was adored by all. And ofcourse with adoration comes jealousy. Fire started out of the blue. Ivy almost died. It was during the drought so we chalked it up to an accident, that was until I saw our mysterious friend holding a burning branch with a grin. I tried to tell Ivy but she wouldn’t believe me. She told the whole pride that I was a liar, they took my cubs away. My own daughter replacing me. I was lied to and betrayed. In a fit of rage I tried to kill the lioness and ended up dead myself. Then I was immortalized as punishment for what I did. Punished by sitting in the sidelines while my loved ones die. However my king wants me to believe that I was brought back for the good of the pride so that is how I shall present it. Do you understand now?.”