Rock and the Pridelands had become, this place was a godsend . . . but she never expected to actually find the impossible there. 

Moments after she had spotted and given chase to a large, plump warthog through the lush jungle, she gazed into the red and yellow eyes of the last lion she had hoped to see, and her thoughts were slightly clarified.

“Nala?” 

Impossible . . . She felt her face grow a light shade of blush against her cheeks as she stood on top of the male lion’s strong form; she had pounced on him, going in for the kill after laying him flat onto the dirt jungle ground. He had just spoken her own name back at her, as if he had known her! How could he know me when I have no idea who he is?

Standing up with a confused look on her face, she heard his voice speak once more. 

“Is it really you?”

How does this lion know me?She thought, repeating her inner query. There weren’t many male lions around the Pridelands when I was younger . . . and it can’t be him . . . he’s dead. Who else could this lion be? Her face was still slightly pink as she began to ask an important question to him: “Who are you?” 

With a calm and matured-deep voice, he replied back. “It’s me, Simba.”

Her ears lifted in shock. It had been a couppan>

No matter how much she prayed it wasn’t true, the lioness knew that it was all for naught; he was gone, becoming a part of the Great Circle of Life far too early within his first year . . . with so much promise to become a great heir to the throne that his own father had passed on to him.  

There was one thing that the lioness didn’t understand: although she had snuck away from Pride Rock during the early night as soon as Scar’s clan of loyal hyenas had fallen asleep after eating mostly all of their kill, she had no idea where she was exactly headed to. She, like many of the other lionesses, had lived in the Pridelands for their entire lives, never having to roam over the borders to search for food, but her personal life depended on where she could lead herself – she was not going to serve that false king ever again. However, there was a strange intuition . . . one that made her feel like she knew where to go, although the area outside of the Pridelands was new to her. Strangely, there were times that she could have sworn that a wind filled with leaves and other sporadic seeds was leading her to the eastern border of the savanna, and not knowing any other way to go, she followed, hoping that perhaps the late King and his son were offering some guidance to the young lioness.

After hours of running through a rocky canyon, crossing a dry, sandy desert, and finally reaching a lush grassland, she had spotted that jungle, envious of the beauty and tranquility that lay within the thin branches that were covered in exotic leaves of dark green. Compared to what Pride Rock and the Pridelands had become, this place was a godsend . . . but she never expected to actually find the impossible there. 

Moments after she had spotted and given chase to a large, plump warthog through the lush jungle, she gazed into the red and yellow eyes of the last lion she had hoped to see, and her thoughts were slightly clarified.

“Nala?” 

Impossible . . . She felt her face grow a light shade of blush against her cheeks as she stood on top of the male lion’s strong form; she had pounced on him, going in for the kill after laying him flat onto the dirt jungle ground. He had just spoken her own name back at her, as if he had known her! How could he know me when I have no idea who he is?

Standing up with a confused look on her face, she heard his voice speak once more. 

“Is it really you?”

How does this lion know me?She thought, repeating her inner query. There weren’t many male lions around the Pridelands when I was younger . . . and it can’t be him . . . he’s dead. Who else could this lion be? Her face was still slightly pink as she began to ask an important question to him: “Who are you?” 

le of years since that name had flown into her eardrums, but somehow . . . it felt good to hear that name again. 

“Simba?”

As the name slipped through her lips, she lowered her eyelids halfway, making sure that the lion in front of her was indeed that of her best friend. He looks the same,the lioness quickly inspected the male with a sapphire gaze. With the exception of his mane, everything else looks like him, except now he’s like a younger version of his great father, Mufasa . . . 

The male lion answered back lightly with a nod and a smile. “Yeah.”

As if in unison, the best friends were reunited, lightly touching their heads against the other and trying to show how much they missed each other’s company over the past couple of years. However, the lioness felt her heart leap with joy – her friend was alive . . . and he could return to take what was rightfully his. 

Both the throne . . . and me . . . She sighed in her thoughts as the next few minutes passed by like a whirlwind before she and him were alone at last.

So many emotions went through her head as she sat down during her friend’s happiness . . . I should be relieved and happy,she thought as the lioness felt her muzzle frown. I mean, I’m thankful that now our kingdom can be saved from destruction now that the rightful heir has been found, . . . Her eyelids lowered halfway at the sudden moment. but . . . why don’t I feel the same way? I can see him – Simba’s really here beside me . . . but I still can’t believe that what Scar told us about his . . . Not even in her thoughts could she remind herself of the announcement of her best friend’s death, but all she could do was lower her head and let out a soft sigh. 

I . . . I don’t know what else to do anymore . . . Now that I’ve found him, he’s the rightful King of the Pridelands . . . Still, why do I feel so disappointed? Why does my heart ache so?

“What?” 

The mid-deep tone of the golden male lion reached her ears. She knew he was talking about his new companions from the jungle, but the female had lost her interest for the meerkat and the warthog, even after seeing their strange antics and reactions to her news of the male lion being the next King of her kingdom.

Great – now he wants to talk to me? Her heart seemed broken, angered . . . I can’t believe he would deny his birthright . . . and, . . . and at the same time, deny me . . . 

“What is it?” Her friend tried to speak again, grasping her attention as he stepped closer to the elegantly-formed lioness.

She could feel his presence beside her own face, but not even that could offer her comfort. He just doesn’t understand anymore . . . “It’s like your back from the dead,” she was finally able to murmur out, amidst her disappointment and slight joy of reuniting with her friend again. I wish you could finally understand, . . . now . . . “You don’t know how much this will mean to everyone . . .”

As the name slipped through her lips, she lowered her eyelids halfway, making sure that the lion in front of her was indeed that of her best friend. He looks the same,the lioness quickly inspected the male with a sapphire gaze. With the exception of his mane, everything else looks like him, except now he’s like a younger version of his great father, Mufasa . . . 

The male lion answered back lightly with a nod and a smile. “Yeah.”

As if in unison, the best friends were reunited, lightly touching their heads against the other and trying to show how much they missed each other’s company over the past couple of years. However, the lioness felt her heart leap with joy – her friend was alive . . . and he could return to take what was rightfully his. 

Both the throne . . . and me . . . She sighed in her thoughts as the next few minutes passed by like a whirlwind before she and him were alone at last.

So many emotions went through her head as she sat down during her friend’s happiness . . . I should be relieved and happy,she thought as the lioness felt her muzzle frown. I mean, I’m thankful that now our kingdom can be saved from destruction now that the rightful heir has been found, . . . Her eyelids lowered halfway at the sudden moment. but . . . why don’t I feel the same way? I can see him – Simba’s really here beside me . . . but I still can’t believe that what Scar told us about his . . . Not even in her thoughts could she remind herself of the announcement of her best friend’s death, but all she could do was lower her head and let out a soft sigh. 

I . . . I don’t know what else to do anymore . . . Now that I’ve found him, he’s the rightful King of the Pridelands . . . Still, why do I feel so disappointed? Why does my heart ache so?

“What?” 

The mid-deep tone of the golden male lion reached her ears. She knew he was talking about his new companions from the jungle, but the female had lost her interest for the meerkat and the warthog, even after seeing their strange antics and reactions to her news of the male lion being the next King of her kingdom.

Great – now he wants to talk to me? Her heart seemed broken, angered . . . I can’t believe he would deny his birthright . . . and, . . . and at the same time, deny me . . . 

“What is it?” Her friend tried to speak again, grasping her attention as he stepped closer to the elegantly-formed lioness.

She could feel his presence beside her own face, but not even that could offer her comfort. He just doesn’t understand anymore . . . “It’s like your back from the The peach-furred she-lion turned away from him, almost near to tears; now her voice had absorbed the internal emotions that she hid within her heart. “ . . . what it means to me . . .” 

No, I hope you can really understand how I really feel about this . . . now that I’ve

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