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Chaka lay in a pool of blood. It ran in sickly streams around him and coated his pelt. It was the blood of his masters and tormentors, his jailers. Their bodies lay twisted and mutilated around him but they weren't dead, no they lived. They still giggled like demons in the recesses of his mind! You will never leave us, Vibuhuti, they whispered. Heavy tears rolled out of Chaka's eyes as he cried for them to just let him rest, let him move on. They had stripped him of everything, his family, his eye, even his name. Yet it wasn't enough. Chaka tried to move his legs to run from those evil spirits but felt his paw brush something familiar. A lion