Simba knew that he had to either way. He couldn't stay awake for ever. Time to go to sleep.

Maybe it really was all just a dream. Yeah, why, I'll bet that when I go to sleep, there'll be a new dream! Not even a nightmare!

Simba, of course, was very, very wrong.

Simba lowered his head and without any trouble at all, fell into a deep, dark sleep. A sleep that he won't soon forget.

''Wow!'' Simba said.

He took a look around. It was wonderful. There was lush, green grass, a blue sky, and all the meat he would ever need.

I was right! This dream is great!!

He told himself. Suddenly, rain clouds began to form.

Simba soon found himself ontop of Pride Rock, fire all around.

Then, out of nowhere, a familiar figure pounced, pinning Simba to the rocky floor.

Simba looked up to see Scar, his dead uncle, violently attacking him.

''No!'' Simba called.

''Where's your pretty daughter, Simba?!'' Scar asked with an evil chuckle.

Simba heard a familiar scream.

He turned his head just in time to see Kiara, his beloved daughter, getting circled by the man with claws.

''Kiara!!'' Simba cried.

''Daddy, help!!''

Simba knocked Scar off and jumped to his paws.

Slowly gaining speed, he pounce onto the man, creating war between the two.

Kiara watched in terror, she knew that there was nothing she could do for her dad...or was there?