can't fall in love with Nala; he had other duties to do. 

   When the Pridelanders started to clear out of the clearing, Ni followed Simba's trail. Soon enough, he caught up, and found Simba trotting up to the watering hole. And soon, he heard Zira's filthy growl fill the sky.

   "Attack Outlanders!"

   He heard Zira's cry, and immediently, Simba was trampled by a bunch of Outlanders. Ni couldn't see the battle from where he was standing, but with so many lioness on top of the King, he knew Simba didn't stand a chance.

   "Stop!"

   Ni took a glance to where Zira was coming over. The Outlanders got up, and Simba was revealed to not be too badly wounded. His mane was a mess, he had a couple scratches on his face, four long scratches running down his body, but that was about it.

   "You are hereby banished from the Pridelands," Zira growled. "Go to your little jungle home. Hopefully you'll find Timon and Simba there." Zira hid a smile.

   "I know you have them," Simba growled. "They would never leave without saying anything."

   Zira frowned, but recovered quickly.

   "Of course I have them," she said sweetly. "Where else would they be?" Zira turned around. "Bring out the prisoners!"

   Timon and Pumbaa were brought out from the shadows. They looked like their old selves, except that they both hadn't groomed in days. 

   Simba gasped.

   "Are you okay?" He asked them.

   "Yeah, we're fine buddy," Timon said. 

   "Yeah, we're fine," Pumbaa repeated. "Just a little hungry, but fine."

   Simba blew a sigh of relief when he heard that. They were okay.

   Zira snarled.

   "Get out," she ordered. "Now."

   Hurriedly, Simba ran away from the Outlanders and once he stepped over the border was Zira finally satisfied.

   "Now," she growled, turning toward Timon and Pumbaa. "Kill them.

Simba

   Simba couldn't keep running much longer. His legs were tiring, his feet were sore, and he couldn't see straight. Just when he felt like he needed a rest and to give up running, he somehow managed to pump up his strength and keep going. It wasn't untill nightfall did he stop to rest. He was now in the desert, headed toward the jungle. The desert was a lonely place. No food, water, or animals. Not even trees. He could see mountains up ahead that he would have to climb, but right now, Simba didn't care. All he cared about was getting back to his friends, but he couldn't now that Zira was in control of the Pridelands.

   As he started to dig up the sand in hopes of finding water or something to eat which would be most unlikely, he spotted some animal tracks not far from where he was digging. Slowly but surely, Simba walked over to where the tracks were, studing them closely. They were definitely lion tracks, that was for sure, but there were others as well.  Maybe three lions in a group together? One set of tracks was bigger then then the rest, and it appeared that there was one male lion and two female lioness in the set of tracks. Simba began to follow the tracks in hopes of finding food and water as well.

   But the tracks soon stopped. It appeared that they were dusted away with... maybe a big leaf of some kind? The sand was more smoothed  where the paw tracks stopped. Whoever those lions were, they were being followed by something bad, which met Simba had to get out of here.

   As soon as Simba turned around, he spotted a lioness standing there, ears drawn back and mouth twisted in a snarl.

   "Who are-"

   But Simba never got to finish his sentence because the lioness attacked him. Simba was still exausted from the Outlanders fight and running for hours that he coudn't fight back. When the lioness noticed this, she stopped at once.

   "Malka?" The female lioness gasped in shock. "Is that you? I haven't seen you since you were a cub!"

   Simba shook his head, confused. Malka? Why did that name sound so familiar...?

   And suddenly, it clicked. Malka had been his cubhood friend! He was from another Pride, but Simba couldn't re-call what the Pride's name was...

   "Um..." Simba was unsure whether he should tell her the truth or not. "I'm not Malka... didn't he have a different color mane?"

   The lioness narrowed her eyes, confused.

   "Oh!" The lioness smiled. "You must be Simba. I was Nala's cubhood friend, and she told me all about you."

   "She did?" 

   The lioness nodded.

   "Yeah," she said. "All the time. It started to get kind of boring... although I left the Pridelands at night since Scar always has hyenas patrolling in the day. Nala, Chumvi and I did. Except Nala and me got into a big argument..." her words drifted off into the evening sky. 

   "Well, I'm Kula," she said after a moment of awkward silence. 

   "Nice to meet you Kula."

   Kula smiled, and quickly shook herself.

   "Anyway, I'd better go find Chumvi," she said. "He'll probably be worried."

   As Kula left to go find Chumvi, Simba took a look at his surroundings. Plenty of hills, and he could see a dark sillouette farther out which must be the jungle, where Simba had lived. He hadn't really realized he missed it that much, until he felt deep emotions of happiness erupt. This was where he was meant to be: the jungle. 

   As Simba started to walk over to the sillouette, Kula came running over.

   "I-It's Chumvi!" Kula panted. "He's not where I left him!

   Simba narrowed his eyes. Did she mean she thought he was dead?

   "Well..." Simba thought for a moment. "How about we take a look at the place where you and him stayed?

   Kula nodded, and hey walked over a couple hills to the place where Kula and Chumvi had lived.

   When they got there, the trees were bare, and the bushes also. It appeared they needed water, but didn't have any to get. The bare bushes circled around a little area, a dip in the desert, making it look like the perfect home for a lion to live, except that there was no water around. 

   "This way."

   Kula nodded to a part where the bushes stopped, making a little entrance or exit for any animal. It was a tight fit for Simba, but he managed. He couldn't believe that Chumvi had to squeeze in and out of there everyday. It probably left scars on his body if he had to do that. When Simba came into Kula and Chumvi's little homemade tunnel, Simba saw a lion in there that he reconized all too well.

"Chumvi?" Simba growled.

Chumvi looked at Kula then back to Simba.

"What is he doing here?" Chumvi menacingly snarled.

Kula looked back and forth at the two lions.

"Do you guys know each other?" Kula asked, confused.

"All too well," Chumvi growled.

Deleted scenes:

 Originally, there wasn't going to be any Six New Adventure characters in here (except Ni) but I thought it would make a better story plot.

Ni was never going to develop a love interest for Nala, but I thought it would make him a more interesting character, being torn between loyalties.