Sarabi suddenly stopped in her tracks. Sarafina and Nala paused behind her.
"No..." she whispered hoarsly. She darted foreward towards a small, limp shape. It was covered in cuts and bruises. "Simba!" she screeched. She ran up to him, and gathered him in her paws. The prince was dead.
Nala gasped. Shocked, she buried her face in her motheres soft fur.
The drizzling increased. Within seconds, it was pouring rain. The heavy drops disguised their tears. Thunder cracked, and a low, pitiful wail rose up into the sky heavens, as the three lionesses cried their hearts out.
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What if Scar had killed Simba as a cub? What if the lionesses had been out hunting and had found him? This picture is for the current TLKFAA ([link]) contest.