Prologue

"Help! Somebody! Anybody!" Simba cried. "Help." As he sobbed from the loss of his father he snuggled up to him. In the distance Scar walked toward the lifeless father and his son. "Simba." he said quietly. Simba heard his uncle's voice. "What have you done?" Scar whispered. Simba jumped up on his feet and stared at Scar with tears. "T-There were w-wilderbeests, h-he tried to save me." He looked at his father for a moment. "I-it was an accident I didn't mean for it to happen." Scar grinned. "Of course, of course. No one ever means for these things to happen." He took a deep breath, pretending to comfort his nephew. "But the king is dead. And if it weren't for you he'd still be alive." Simba looked up at his uncle, holding on to his paw. "I've got him where I want him" Scar said in his head. "What will your mother think?" Scar gasped. Simba the looked up at scar again. Wide-eyed with tears. Scar then moved away from him, and got down to his level. "Runaway Simba, Run, Runaway and never return." He tried to say in a wise voice. Simba ran.

Chapter 1: The long walk.

As Simba walked all through the desert he thought about going back, but then thought about what his uncle said. "Runaway and never return." The sun was hot but only with one little cloud that gave him shade. He thought about the stampede. "It was my fault." He said to himself. As he walked he heard something. His ears were perked up trying to pick up the voice. "Simba." said the sweet voice. Simba looked left and right. "mother?" Simba asked. Ten feet away from Simba sat his mother. "Come my son." she said to him. Simba was so happy he ran to her. Then BAM, he hit his head into a rock. He fell asleep. As he slept he saw his mother, father, and his best friend Nala. He nuzzled his mother tightly, And then held on to his father tightly as he rode on his back. When he was done with his ride he walked over to Nala and pounced on her. He felt happy in his dream. He was the prince of the pridelands, soon to be the next king. As he played with Nala his mother called out to him. "Simba." He got off of Nala and ran to his mother, she nuzzled him. "Come with me, I wish to show you something." He followed her. They passed the watering hole, passed the heard of zebra's, and finally came to the great fruit tree. "This is where your father and I first met." She said to him. He looked at all the fruit, all the oranges, all the apples, and all the pears. There was a Cocoanut tree near by. The fruit from up in the trees smelled so sweet.

"Why did you bring me here mother?" Simba asked curiously.

Sarabi looked at Simba. He looked so much like his father as a cub.

"I brought you here because I want you to bring Nala here one day."

Simba was confused. He didn't understand what his mother was telling him to do.

"I don't understand?" Simba said. Their eyes locked eachother. He sighed.

"One day Simba, you will need a mate. Nala is to be your mate." Sarabi said with a smile.

Simba then relized what she was saying.

"Eww. Mother she is my best friend. I can't marry her!"

Sarabi laughed. "Ah my son, you feel that way now but you won't when you are older." She nodded her head to him.

"Come to me" she said softly. He scooted close to his mother's body. She hummed a tune.

"Love to learn,

And learn to love,

These are the keys to your life.

From your birth,

Till you walked the earth,

You must learn to love." 

She held him close to her. And whispered in his ear.

"I shall always be with you."

 

Chapter 2: Walking on.

It was blazing the next afternoon. Simba still walked on, trying to find water he came across many plants. He sniffed around trying to find some sort of life giving plant that would provide him with some water and food. As he walked on he thought of memories with his mother.

"Mother!" He cried. He and Mufasa had just gotten back from the nasty incident with the hyenas.

Mufasa had a smile on his face.

As Sarabi greeted her mate and offspring she looked at Simba and saw blood on his paw. She looked at Mufasa with shocking look.

"Where did you get this?" She asked nervously.

Mufasa looked at Simba's paw. And saw the tiny blood spot.

"Oh that must have been from when I fell." Simba answered.

"Fell from where?" She asked.

Simba looked at his father who was quite curious as well.

"It was from where I fell from that little cliff in the cave. Dad saved me and Nala."

That got Sarabi in a panic. She went over to Sarafina's to see Nala, there wasn't a scratch on her.

"What happened Mufasa?" She asked her mate.

Mufasa explained everything to Sarabi. About the graveyard and the hyenas.

Sarabi gave Simba a bath. He sighed. Simba hated baths but Sarabi wouldn't stand for him not being clean.

"You are to stay in the pridelands you hear me Simba?" Sarabi asked Simba.

"Yes mother." He responded.

The night rolled on in the pridelands.

Simba walked on in the desert. There were a group of buzzards, he caught one and ate it. He savored every bit of meat he could get out. When he was done he continued walking. When it was dark out he layed down. He fell asleep in the cool air.

Meanwhile in the pridelands...

"So it is with a heavy heart that I suit the throne." Scar said sypathetically. Sarabi sobbing over the news of her dead mate and son. Days after Scars story she layed in the den.

"I can't believe it." She said to herself. Everywhere she looked held a deep memory of her son and mate.

In the corner of the cave was where Simba was made. And in that same corner was where Simba was born.

On top of priderock was where Simba was christained. And the three of them as a family were together. She walked out into the pridelands. There she saw Nala and Sarafina. They were in a hunting lesson.

Every now and then she talked to Nala about Simba and her beloved Mufasa. Her pregnacy with Simba and all. It only made them both cry. Scar wasn't sypathetic to the two of them. He gave them orders left to right.

The hyenas were nasty and rude to the lionesses they were the ones that hunted food for them.

She walked over to the lioness cove where she last gave him a bath.

She cried and cried. Life was nothing without them. She looked alive but in her heart she was dead. Moving slowly. She relized she would never have a grandchild. Nala was supposed to be with Simba.

"They are in a better place." She said to herself.

Chapter 3: Weep not for the memories.

When Simba awoke he relized he was wet. He saw a meerkat and a warthog by his side.

"You ok kid?" The meerkat asked.

Simba sat up. "I geuss so."

The warthog then stood up and said, "You nearly died."

"I saved you." gloated the meerkat.

The warthog gave him a dirty look.

"Pummbaa helped a little." The meerkat added.

Simba walked away from the two of them. Still upset about his father's death.

meanwhile back in the pridelands...

"Sarabi go get your hunting party and hunt us some food. We're starving."

Sarabi sighed. It was and always would be the lionesses job to do the hunting. She did as she was told.

"Mufasa never treated any of us this way!" She said to him.

Scar was shocked that she spoke of his brother in such a tone.

"You will hold your tongue." Scar snapped.

"You know what, I have held in pain for too long now Scar! I lost a husband and a son! And all you can do is push me more and more and I am not going to have it."

Scar stared at the mad lioness. Her eyes were glowing red. Like a burning fire.

"We'll too bad. We all hold pain! Right now I am feeling an empty stomach that needs to be filled. Now do as your told and get to hunting!" Scar was angery for her outburst about his brother and nephew.

"I am still queen of this pride!" She said.

"No Sarabi your not. You are just a commoner now. You are just like the other lionesses in this pride!"

"I hold my place with my husband! And my son! I will not hold my place with you!"

Scar then stared her down for a few minutes, but Sarabi didn't move, she didn't even show any emotion or fear. Scar showed his teeth. And he hit Sarabi.

"Oh sweet Sarabi- You are deffinately my brother's mate. So headstrong and wild. But always know that you live in the pridelands which is under my rule." He said to her rudely.

As Sarabi cried, she thought about her tears of pushing Simba out. She was so upset that she tackled Scar. Desperately wanting to murder him Sarafina came over to Sarabi comforting her. From then on end she put her past about Simba and Mufasa behind her.

Rafiki was up in the trees. Talking to Mufasa from up above.

"Oh Mufasa your son would have made a better king than Scar. He disrespects our lands. And disrespects everyone in the pride." He cried.

A breeze came through the tree. Not many unfamilar scents were in the air. Just the sounds of sorrow and fear. Everyone in the pridelands were unhappy and there was barely any food or water. Scar was killing the pridelands.

Chapter 4: Returned to me.

Years passed by Simba. He lived his life of Hakuna Matata, a life of no worries or responsibilities. Simba grew to be a strong lion. His roar was mighty. And his strenghth was incredible. One day in the jungle Simba was out alone napping by the waterfall. When all of the sudden he heard a noise. He ran toward the noise. He ran quick as lighting. When he got there he saw a lioness. He pounced on her. She pinned him on the ground.

"Nala?!" he said.

She backed away from him.

"Is it really you?" He asked her.

"Who are you?" she asked him.

"It's me, Simba." He said calmly.

They embraced eachother. Reunited Simba looked deep into Nala's eyes and saw pain.

"What's wrong." He asked her.

"It's like your back from the dead. You don't know how much this will mean to everyone. But what it means to me." Nala said emotionally.

"Hey it's ok" he comforted her.

"I've really missed you." She said nuzzling him.

"I've missed you too." he answered

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