112 = Elizabeth

The memory flashed vividly in front of my eyes,

I’m excited, my 10th birthday was a couple of days ago and as with our Pride, I could now start my warrior training. I practically skip to Man Beatrice’s office and knock on the door and wait patiently even though all I want to do is run in. I wait until I hear Mane Beatrice’s voice,

“Come in…”

I open the door, enter and while still trying to control my excitement, I walk up and stand in front of Mane Beatrice. She looks at me frowns and hisses,

“What do you want?”

Excitedly I open my mouth and say,

“Mane, I’m 10 now, I can be a warrior.”

My excitement along with my smile falls as Mane Beatrice lets out a low chuckle as Nala lets out a loud laugh. I hadn’t even seen Nala sitting on the chaise on the side. Mane Beatrice’s chuckle slowly stops as she sits up straighter and stares at me.

“You're 10 and you think you can be a warrior?”

“Yes, Mane… You said that when I turned 10, I could start training…”

“You think that you can handle becomin