expression turns to a dark storm, "Perseus"

I lower my head in shame as Mel quickly races back to his side of the war. Zira is waiting for him with a quick growl and claw as he dissapears into the grass on the other side. I watch him leave as Siri nuzzles my side. Suddenly another lion appears beside Zira...Nuka.

"Simba you obvisouly don't understand what a war is. A war is long. A battle is short. Many battles make up a war, and many deaths make up a battle" Nuka croons.

Some pridelander lionesses all arrived with snapping jaws and angry eyes, but Nuka just roars, "This is the first battle"

He races forward and he and SImba collide in a ball of angry growling and fur. All the lionessess from both sides clash into one line, blood falls into the waterhole. Zazu lands at my feet, "Hurry cubs! Come with me"

He flies off as Siri, Katy, and Arturo go to follow him but my feet are firmly planted. Zazu stops and screams my name but I can't help feeling guilty. What have I done? Then a mouth comes around me and lifts me off the ground, leading me back to pride rock. I could do nothing but think of Mel..many battles make up a war...many deaths make up a battle...