The Lost Roar, Best Animated Film By @Saikat4Animation

Описание: ​The sun beat down on the Pride Lands, a golden kingdom ruled with justice and strength by King Bryan. His queen, Gloria, was a vision of grace, her heart overflowing with love for their two cubs, Oliver and Theodore. Oliver, the elder, was boisterous and curious, while Theodore was quieter, observing the world with thoughtful eyes. Bryan, a king deeply devoted to his people, often spoke of the delicate balance of their forest and the ever-present threats. "A king's duty is to protect, Gloria," he would often rumble, "to ensure our future, and that of our sons."
One fateful afternoon, tragedy struck. Oliver, always venturing a little too far, stumbled upon Scar, a rogue lion, an old adversary of Bryan's, lurking at the edge of their territory. In the ensuing chaos, Theodore, startled by the growls and roars, tumbled into a forgotten, deep well, its dark maw hidden by overgrown bushes. Gloria and Bryan, frantic, searched every nook and cranny of the forest, their roars echoing with despair. Days turned into weeks, their hope dwindling with each fruitless search. They mourned their lost cub, Gloria's heart-wrenching cries filling the quiet nights.
​Oliver, dazed and disoriented after his run-in with Scar, wandered far from his home. He was discovered, barely clinging to life, by Lucas, a wise and kind orangutan king of a neighboring ape kingdom. Lucas, with his jovial apes who loved fun and frolic, took Oliver in. There, amidst the playful swings and chattering, Oliver grew, a lion among apes, his memories of his birth family fading with each passing season. He became a strong, magnificent lion, his roar echoing through the trees, yet his heart felt a strange emptiness.
​Years later, Oliver, now a fully grown lion, roamed the forest, his path crossing with another majestic lion. It was Theodore, also grown, hardened by his time alone, a survivor. They met, two powerful beasts, each sensing a rival in the other. There was no recognition, only instinct. A fierce battle ensued, roars tearing through the air, claws flashing. They fought not as brothers, but as strangers, enemies in a fight for dominance.

One sweltering afternoon, Bryan and Gloria ventured to a secluded waterhole. As they drank, a powerful lion emerged from the trees, pacing with a regal stride. Bryan, ever vigilant, mistook him for an intruder, a potential threat to his kingdom, and charged. But as Bryan lunged, Gloria’s gaze fell upon a distinct mark on the lion's forehead – a small, star-shaped birthmark. Her heart seized. It was the same mark Oliver had borne as a cub. "Bryan, no!" she roared, her voice thick with a decade of unspoken grief and sudden, blinding hope. "It's Oliver! Our son!" Bryan froze, the fight draining from him as he saw the truth in Gloria's eyes. Oliver, confused but sensing a deep connection, stopped his defensive stance. The three lions stood, the past crashing into the present, a family reunited by a mother's unforgettable love.