A time of Transition

Passing Judgement

Two days had passed since Simba had defeat Scar and claimed his kingdom. Scar, Zira and many of their supporters had survived the battle and now waited under guard in a cave to the side of Pride Rock. Due to her pregnancy Zira had not fought in the battle but had remained in a cave guarded by hyenas. Though miraculously surviving his fall, Scar had suffered three broken bones and a host of sever cuts, in truth the battle had nearly killed him. Tensions ran high through the group as all feared Simba's retribution for past crimes.

On the top of Pride Rock Simba sat with Sarabi, Sarafina, Rafiki, Zazu and Nala, discussing how to deal with Scar and his supporters and the remaining hyenas. While many hyenas had died a great number remained, enough to pose a very real threat in the future. Now that the smoke had cleared a decision had to made about the futures of both groups. Sarabi argued for the immediate death of Scar followed by Zira and their cub once it had been born. Sarafina also argued for the immediate death of Scar but suggested that Zira and the cub could live among the pride. Zazu was firmly for allowing the unborn cub to live and raising the pride, utterly unaware of it's true parentage. The arguments battled back and forth, Simba seeing the wisdom in each one.

“I will not kill Scar or his cub,” Simba said finally. “I know what Scar did but I cannot commit murder.”

“Simba, he killed your father,” Sarabi snarled, the marks of Scar's paw visible on her face.

“Your mother is right,” Sarafina snapped glaring at Simba. “If that cub is allowed to live it will threaten everything you hope to build.”

“I cannot punish an innocent cub for his crimes. If I did then I could be little better then him!”

“Rafiki what do you think?” Nala asked, turning to the wise baboon.

“Either choice could prove for good or ill. Scar is weakened by battle so will not have the strength to defeat Simba. The future of the cub is unclear, if raised by it's parents it could prove a future adversary. On the other side of raised by us then the danger could be even greater if it later discovered we killed it's parents.”

“I understand what has to be done,” Simba replied looking across the land. “I will banish Scar and his supporters to the Outlands. Mother if I kill them then the cycle of hatred will begin again. Perhaps by showing mercy Scar will be able able let go of his hatred.”

“You have your father's wisdom my son,” Sarabi replied proudly, nuzzling him.

“You have seen the truth of things young king. Cubs do not always follow the paths their parents lay down for them. If given the chance what blooms after fire can be better than the generation before,” Rafiki replied ruffling Simba's mane.

“Moving on if we may Sire, the hyenas?” Zazu asked shuddering.

“Banishment. They were given a second chance by my grandfather. They will be shown to the borders on pain of death if they return, no mercy. The Elephant's Graveyard will be annexed to the Pride Lands,” Simba replied without hesitation.

With the ending of the discussions group went their separate ways. In silence Simba and Nala walked to the cave where Scar and his supporters were being held. In Simba's mind lay questions that had silently haunted him since the day of his father's death. Against his friends’ s advise Simba had decided to speak to his uncle as the questions could only be answered by the former king. Arriving at the cave they found the captive lions drinking from a small pool. The moment Scar saw them he and a lioness called Aina jumped to the paws, standing protectively in front of Zira.

“Well well King Simba descending upon high to mingle with his prisoners,” Scar said mockingly.

“Now what can this murder want, come to gloat?” Aina hissed, her hackles raised.

“I am not here to fight. I swear not to harm any of you,” Simba replied in a firm voice.

“Your word!” Zira scoffed angrily. “I have heard that song before. You could break your word and justify your actions.”

“I mean what I say Zira. Scar you and I will speak alone, come.”

“As you wish Your Majesty,” Scar replied following Simba.

Walking away from the cave Simba and Scar walked side by side in silence for a while. Scar silently stole a glance at his nephew, the old king saw shades of Mufasa in Simba, yet there was something which surprised the former king, a shard of darkness that stone in the new king's eyes. Finally Simba broke the eerie silence which almost suffocated them.

“Why did you kill my Father? During my cub hood you lied to my face.....why?”

“I wished to be king......It should have been I who ruled not your father,” Scar began, explaining Ahadi and Ure's treatment of him and his relationship with Mufasa. .

Listening to the tale Simba felt himself sympathise with his uncle despite the past, able to see things from his point of view. Shaking his head Simba brushed those thoughts away, in his uncle's place he would have chosen to either let the feelings go or walked away from the Pride Lands to seek his own life. At last he had the answers that would quieten the ghost that had haunted him for so long.

“No matter how you were treated the reasons do not warrant regicide. My father loved you, he used to tell me stories about your adventurers cubs.”

Scar gazed at his nephew in shock, he had been unaware of the fact that Simba knew about his and Mufasa's time as cubs. For the briefest second remorse and guilt filled his heart. Yet quickly the feelings faded, the cub Taka was long gone and Scar's conscience was clear.

While Simba and Scar were talking, back home Nala and Zira were having a talk of their own. Sat on opposite ends of a large rock the pair glared at each other, a look of utter hate in the older lioness's eyes.

“You have to be just as troublesome as I feared Nala, everything I held dear you took from me. Traitor.”

“I am not the traitor Zira. Had you had surrendered when you learned the truth........I could have helped you. Simba is the truth king but he does not want bloodshed.”

“His reign began in blood. Tell me Queen Nala, where is my daughter Zola? Did your beloved Simba kill her the moment you told him Scar had an heir?”

“I do not know where Zola is,” Nala replied coolly, looking directly at Zira.

“So you say Nala but I do not believe you. Neither Scar or I will forget our daughter, I swear to that,” Zira hissed as Simba and Scar arrived back.

That evening the subjects of the Pride Lands gathered at the base of Pride Rock to hear the judgement of Scar and his supporters. On the edge of Pride Rock Simba and Nala stood side by side while the rest of the pride gathered on the surrounding rocks. Standing below them Scar and his supporters looked at the assembled animals, fear mingled with defiance running through their veins.¹

“I pass judgement on Scar and his followers. I banish you and all future descendants to the Outlands. If any trespass in this kingdom they will be punished. Scar despite the calls for your death, you are still my uncle, I am willing to let you live. Zira despite the wishes of others, I am sparing your life and that of your cub, raise it well. The years of hatred stop here no more bloodshed,” Simba roared, his voice echoing through the still evening air.

Scar and Zira looked at each other in part relief and anger, glad their lives had been spared yet furious at Simba all the same. Looking Scar, Kula felt anger course through her veins. The pain she had felt at seeing her friend Chumvi exiled and the pain at witnessing Scar's attack on Tojo the night before the young lion was exiled.

“OUTSIDERS, EXILES, TRAITORS,” she roared, her eyes burning with hatred.

In an instant the cry was taken up by the assembled subjects. Kula, Tama, five other lioness moved to escort Scar's pride to the borders, the chanting echoing in their wake. In silence the pride walked to the Outlands one by one they crossing the border. Watching them crossed Kula realised two lioness she had been expecting to see were absent.

“Tama where is Zola and what about Aina's daughter Masika?”

“They are not with....but surely they would be....unless Simba killed Zola,” Tama replied anxiously.

“We need to ask Nala when we get back.”

Arriving home they found the rock silent, the animals having returned to their daily lives. Under the shade of tress Nala, Sarabi and Sarafina relaxed. Seeing them Kula and Tama walked over.

“Nala what became of Zola and Masika?” Kula asked nervously. “I did not see them with the others I just escorted to the Outlands.”

Sarabi and Sarafina gasped in utter shock, both had presumed the pair had been with their parents. Seeing the fear and uncertainty Nala sighed with regret, she had been praying the former heir's absence would have gone unnoticed.

“Simba does not know Zola exists and I plan to keep it that way. The night we returned she and Masika left the Pridelands with a group of lions. Before she left I swore never to tell him or her existence.”

“Nala you are playing a dangerous game, everyone believes they vanished,” Kula replied, her eyes wide with amazement at the revelation.

“Then they can keep believing that!” Nala snapped in reply. “Zola is not a threat, give her a chance to live the life she has chosen for herself. Masika will never come back. Both just want to be free from the cycle of hatred.”

“Masika we can deal with, all she is is another lioness,” Sarabi replied heavily. “Zola is Scar's heir, you cannot keep her existence secret for ever. One day Simba is going to find out.”

“You heard what Simba said, no more bloodshed. She was Scar's daughter but also our friend. Remember she was the one who told me of Scar's plan to make me his second queen. She may have been their daughter but not once did she hurt us. If lying to Simba protects her than so be it! I can live with that.”

“I hope you can Nala and I hope you fully understand the consequences. Simba could see your actions as betrayal. Is Scar's daughter worth losing Simba's trust?” Tama asked shaking her head.

“When I met Zola that night I was faced with two terrible choices. Either condemn her to be punished for her parents actions or to live with the knowledge that one day I would have to face Simba's anguish when he learns of her existence. I love Simba, the thought of causing him further suffering,” Nala sighed, regret shining in her eyes. “I made the choice I could live with. I had to offer Zola the chance that her parents never had. Swear to me none of you will repeat what I have told you.”

Listening the Nala's world Sarabi, Sarafina, Tama and Kula saw the wisdom in her choice yet all felt a tremor of fear for the future. They had all realized that Nala had overlooked, what if Zola heard of recent events and decided to return to challenge Simba? For all they wanted to believe Nala's world, they knew the darkness that lived within the heart of Zola. With heavy hearts the lioness swore to keep Zola's existence a secret from Simba.

Under the night's dark sky the pride stood on Pride Rock, down below them stood the hyenas, Shenzi and her daughter Yejida standing defiant. Many of the hyenas had died during the fighting, including Banzi and Yejida's father. The deaths had caused pain to the pack. Hatred burned in the hearts of Shenzi and Yejida, for unlike the lioness they had noticed the absence of Zola, Yejida having been a close friend of the princess. Standing proudly Simba fixed his eyes on the hyenas, his gaze as hard as steel and cold as ice. No hint of kindness or understanding in his golden eyes.

“I banish you from my kingdom on pain of death if you return.”

“YOU MURDER SIMBA! I will NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR KILLING MY FATHER OR BEST FRIENDS!” Yejida howled jumping forward.

“Be quiet hyena,” Tama snarled, pinning Yejida to the ground. “You had your chance to surrender.”

“I should have killed you when I had the chance Simba,” Shenzi hissed, three long healed scars visible on her cheek. “Lay a paw on my daughter again and I swear you will pay dearly.”

“YOUR TIME IS OVER!” Simba roared, causing the hyenas to shudder. “LEAVE THIS LAND.”

“You should be grateful Simba as chosen to spear your lives 'cause there were plenty of calls for your deaths,” Tama snarled releasing Yejida.

Hearts filled with rage the hyenas were escorted to the farthest border of the kingdom by members of the pride led by Tama. Leaving their home for the last time the decimated pack vowed revenge on Simba, utterly blinded to the gift they had been given.

Healing Times

A month had passed Simba's return, slowly the land was beginning to recover. The destruction of the dead vegetation by fire combined by a month of near continual rain had been the catalyst for new growth. The rivers ran fast and clear, fish swam in the deep waters. Grass and plants grew once gain the Pridelands which in turn had drawn the herds back. Soon the land would return to all it's former glory.

One wet morning Simba stood under Pride Rock listening to Zazu's morning report. The pair were set to patrol to kingdom so Simba wanted all the facts before they set out. Hearing footsteps behind they turned to see Timon walking towards them, a look of exasperation on his face.

“Hi Timon what's eating you?” Simba asked casually.

“Very funny kid. Pumba overate on the breakfast bug buffet. He is now laid up with stomach ache,” Timon groaned rolling his eyes.

“Poor Pumba. Well how about coming with Zazu and I?”

“Love to kid but one problem. I’m small, might get squashed.”

“You can ride on my back,” Simba replied looking at his friend.

“Now that's an idea,” Timon replied,climbing up onto his friend's back.

“It it will be a pleasure to have you with us,” Zazu said smiling happily. “Pity the weather couldn't be better.”

Walking down into the land Timon clung tightly to Simba's mane while Zazu flew slightly above him in. Giraffes, zebra, antelope, elephant and gazelle grazed on the grass. In trees birds and monkeys huddled in the branches. On the banks of the river several large crocodiles laid in the water while flamingos walked in the shallows. As they went Simba, Zazu and Timon chatted about the land, finding the rain was not bothering them in the slightest.

“Things have changed since you came back Simba,” said Timon, looking around him.

“They have Timon. The land is slowly recovering from Scar’s rule and the drought.”

“Scar ruled as a tyrant despite appearing to rule wisely at first,” Zazu said sadly.

“I can't imagine that monster was ever a good king or how he got away with the murders.”

“Scar was a master manipulator. We knew he could be well........how do I put it? A little troublesome but we never imagined he could commit murder,” Zazu replied sombrely.

“Zazu’s right. I always trusted him, growing up Scar was just Uncle Scar. I never thought he would..........when he said those things in the gorge......I didn't doubt him.” “We were all so naïve, I for one should have known better,” Zazu replied bitterly.

“Why Zazu? You said he was an actor,” Simba asked curiously.

“Yes your Majesty but I had known him since he was a cub, I knew his past.”

“Well like I always you can't change the past, you just got to put it behind you,” Timon replied shrugging. “Besides he sounds like a crafty old rouge who could teach a fox a thing or two.”

Climbing up onto a hill they saw the entire kingdom spread out before like a map. Far in the distance the Elephant's Graveyard stood dark and deserted while the gorge was just visible through the rain. Abruptly a pair of cheetahs appeared raced up the hill, both bowing when they reached Simba. .

“Sire, Timon, I would like you to meet Farai and Kato. You may not remember them Sire but they served King Mufasa as scouts of the borders” Zazu said smiling at his old friends.

“A pleasure to see you have returned King Simba,” the cheetahs bowing.

“I remember both of you, my father took me on a few trips to the borders”.

“He was a greet King we are honoured to serve his son”.

“So tell me when did you both arrive back?” Zazu asked.

“A week ago we heard from a passing lioness that the true king had returned. We did not wish to leave to leave this land but we had not choice. Mufasa had been our friend as well as our king, it would be an honour to serve his son,” said Farai bowing deeply.

“I know how much it must have hurt you both, father often told be of the fun you all had as cubs. I would be honoured to have you both in my service as scouts,” Simba replied proudly.

“Thank you Sire. Zazu we need to have a catch up,” Kato replied.

Bowing deeply Kato and Farai set off across the rain drenched land. Leaving the hill the group walked down to the river. Seeing them approach two of the crocodiles swam over to say hello. Both were large, one an adult was five meters while the second, though still a juvenile was three and half meters. Seeing them Timon shuddered.

“Greetings Sire,” said the largest bowing deeply.

“Good morning Buziba (meaning deep water and open water) how are the rivers?” Simba asked smiling at his old friend.

“Teaming with life once more, every day more animals cross the eastern river into this land,” Buziba replied.

“They are teaming in Sire. I have seen some of the hyenas on the on eastern crossing near to the eastern border,” the second crocodile said.

“That is not good news Sobeck,” Zazu said ruffling his feathers angrily.

Suddenly a scream diverted their attention. A pair of hyenas were chasing a female meerkat, slipping in a puddle she tumbled to floor. As the hyenas closed in Tama and Kula appeared from the grass, their claws ripping into the hyenas as they pounced. The opposing sides fought viscously. Running down from the hill Simba stood over the terrified meerkat while Timon jumped from his back. Landing in the water Timon helped the female to her paws. With viscous roars Tama and Kula pinned the hyenas to the ground.

“Kula, Tama escort those creatures to Pride Rock, now they will learn what happens to those who break the laws of this land,” Simba snarled looking at the hyenas with disgust.

“Certainly Simba,” Tama replied glaring at the hyenas.

“I will go with them Sire, to make sure they do not try anything,” Zazu said taking to the air.

As the hyenas were led away Simba and Timon turned to the meerkat standing besides them. Deep cuts and claws marks covered her body while her eyes were filled with relief.

“Thank you for saving me,” she whispered looking at Simba and Timon.

“Those hyenas have been banished from this land. I am Simba king of this land.”

“The name's Timon, are you all right?” Timon asked smiling.

“My name is Tabia. My cuts hurt but I don't think anything is broken.”

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance Tabia,” Timon said smiling.

“Nice to meet you Tabia. We need to get those cuts looked at. Tabia if you are willing to ride on my back we can have your injuries looked at.”

“Thank you Sire I would be most grateful,” Tabia replied.

Gently Timon helped Tabia onto Simba's back before climbing up behind her. Sitting together the pair looked at across the land. The fear in Tabia's eyes had begun to fade and the blood on her fur had begun to dry. Gently Timon put his arms around Tabia's waist to steady her as Simba ran. Turning around Tabia smiled and Timon felt a strange sensation in his stomach. For a moment it was as if Tabia and Timon were the only animals in the world. Reaching Rafiki’s tree Simba let out a might roar that quickly summon the wise baboon. Climbing down Rafiki placed his medicines on the ground and directed Tabia to a large nests like structure.

“Oh dear you have suffered child,” Rafiki said as he examined her. “Hhmm deep yet not to the bone. No broken bones just a sprained right front paw and a case of shock. I advise plenty of rest for the next seven suns and you will be fine.”²

Carefully Rafiki put salve onto her cuts and bruises and put a plant made binding around her right front paw. As Rafiki worked Tabai told them about her life. Like many she had suffered during the recent drought. After half her colony had died she and the remainder had left their home on the backs of a herd of elephants. As they travelled other meerkats had joined them to escape the drought. Now the groups had merged to form a new colony and hoped to make a home in the Pride Lands.

“It would be a pleasure to have your clan living in this land. I am sorry for what those creatures did,” Simba apologetically.

“I do not blame you Sire, I should have been more careful.”

“Stupid poachers. Besides Simba here banished them from the kingdom trust me they'll gets what coming,” Timon said grinning evilly.

Leaving Rafiki's tree the group made their way home through the rain, dark clouds promising thunder. Arriving home they were met by Nala and Serabi who were both stunned at the day's events. Standing circled by a groups lioness the two hyenas looked terrified. Walking onto rocks directly above them Simba glowering. Swift justice was dealt out, for the first time the lionesses saw a streak of hidden ruthlessness. The hyenas received the fate they had been promised, death. Though they knew this before committing their crime they had not believed Simba would actually got through with his threat.

Passing a cave near the back of Pride Rock some time later Simba saw the Tabia on a bed of grass and feathers with Timon and Zazu sitting next to her. The trio were deep in a conversation about Tabia's colony, earlier that day Zazu had taken a message to them telling them about the situation. All had been worried when their friend had gone missing and very much relieved to hear she was safe.

“I am great full for letting me staying here to recover.”

“Our pleasure Tabia. After the shock you suffered it was the least we could do,” Zazu replied smiling.

“I am grateful for everything you have done for me,” Tabia replied.

As night fell the inhabitants of Pride Rock settled down for a peaceful nights sleep. In a cave Timon lay on a bed of grass looking across to the now sleeping Tabia, as he fell asleep he wondered if he might become friends with her.

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Two weeks had passed since Tabia's attack, after a few days recuperating at Pride Rock she had been taken back to her colony, all of whom had been relieved to see her. Thought her paw was still bandaged the bruising had reduced and her cuts were well on the road to healing. The colony had thanked Timon and Simba for their help and had accepted Timon as a new friend.

As Timon walked across the hot savannah to visit his new friends he thought about how quickly he had been accepted by the colony. Arriving at the colony he greeted the sentries who were on duty, all of whom nodded in reply, their eyes never leaving the surrounding area.

“TIMON!”

Turning around Timon saw Tabia popping up from a one of a variety of entrances to the meerkat's burrows.

“Hi Tabia you look great,” Timon said helping her out of the burrow.

“Thank you Timon, you look well yourself,” Tabia replied brushing dirt from her fur, as other meekats greeted Timon.

Leaving the colony the pair walked off into the long grass with a few whistles from the males as they went. As they walked Timon told Tabia some of his best jokes causing her to laugh. Seeing her laugh for the first time Timon felt a slight blush on his cheeks and a funny warmth in his stomach. Changing subject the pair began to learn more about each other, chatting about their different adventures. Both were keen to learn about the places the other had seen, with Tabia especially curious about the jungle.

“Maybe I'll get to take you there one day,” Timon said, a blush coming to his cheeks when he realized the word's implication.

“I'd like that a lot Timon, your old home sounds beautiful,” Tabia replied, looking away shyly.

Arriving at a herd of zebra the pair were distracted from the awkward conversation when one of the herd, who was a friend of Timon's, walked over to say hello.

“Morning Timon. Is this the famous Tabia I have been hearing so much about?”Asked the zebra, raising his eyebrows.

“In the fur,” Timon replied, trying not to blush at the remark.

“Nice to see meet you,” the zebra replied extending a hoof for Tabia to shake. “Say this place is getting crowded, you could get squashed if you stay down there. How about a ride on my back?”

“I'm up for that, how about you Tabia?”

“Well of Timon is brave enough then so am I.”

“Excellent,” the zebra replied as a passing elephant helped them up. “Hold on tight you are in for the ride of your lives!”

Sitting on his friends back Timon held on tightly to the zebra's mane while Tabia slipped her arms around his waist. Rearing up the zebra started to run across the grassland, steadily increasing his speed to a canter. The wind brushed their fur. The speed took their breath away, the utter thrill of the ride racing through their bodies, adrenaline racing through their blood.

“YYYEEEEHHHHHAAA,” Timon called letting go of his friend's mane.

“YYEEEHHHAAA,” Tabia laughed letting go of Timon's waist briefly.

With a crash the zebra raced into river, water flying into the morning sun, drenching them to the bone. Stopping in the river the zebra stock his head, the water coming up to the his shoulders. Looking down at the water Timon and Tabia saw their reflections staring back at them.

“Timon that ride was amazing, I have never had such fun in all my life,” Tabia gasped smiling.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it, not many 'kats would be brave enough to ride a zebra,” Timon replied looking at Tabia.

“Well them I am not like most 'kats then,” Tabia giggled, her eyes shining.

“I guess not,” Timon replied blushing slightly.

“I enjoyed seeing you Timon............could we......I mean could we do this again some time?”

“I'd love to Tabia. I know a great place to rustle up some grubs.”

“I'd like that Timon,” Tabia replied.

For a brief second their paws touched, a spark of static electricity passing between them. Looking up their pair smiled at each other. Raising a paw Timon stroked Tabia's cheek, without planning it the pair kissed. Time seemed to stop, looking at each other they smiled, no words needed to express what they were feeling.

Hope of a new beginning

A few days had passed since Timon and Tabia's wild ride. As the sun set Simba stood down at the water hole drinking. The water was crisp and cold bringing relief from what had been a hot day. As he drank Nala's reflection appeared in the water. Lifting his gaze Simba saw her standing next to him, a nervous smile on her face.

“Simba we are going to be parents,” Nala whispered, a nervous tremor in her voice.

For a second Simba stood there numbly as her words rang in his head. The words connecting to his brain and his heart hammering in his chest.

“Nala that is......wow,” Simba stammered nuzzling her.

“I am so glad you are happy, a cub coming so soon.....”

“I could never be unhappy Nala. The kingdom needs an heir, now everything will be perfect.”

Looking down Simba and Nala saw their reflections had joined in the water, they were one. Standing together Simba smiled as Nala lend her head on his shoulder, a sense of peace and pride entering his heart.

That evening Simba called the pride and their friends to the base of Pride Rock. Standing side by side Simba and Nala took deep breaths, announcing their news to the assembled group. Sarabi, Sarafina, Timon and Pumba gasped in utter shock, the pair's words echoing through their ears. Sarafina and Sarabi turned to face each, amazed smiles on their faces. Unexpected and out of the blue, given the recent events the pride had expected Simba and Nala to wait a while to start a family. Turning to face them Sarafina shot Simba a glare that caused the young king to blush, Timon and Pumba gigged softly at their friend's embarrassment. Happy though Sarafina may be it didn’t prevent her being slightly angry at what Simba had done to her daughter.

“Three cheers for SIMBA AND NALA!” Timon cried punching the air.

“Congratulations both of you,” Kula cried walking up to them both.

“Congratulations your majesties” Zazu said from his position on Tama's shoulder.

“Thank you all for you,” Nala replied a brilliant smile on her face.

“A cub is always a joyous occasion, thought I was not expecting one so soon,” Sarafina said nuzzling her daughter.

“Funny how these things happen,” Simba replied averting his gaze.

“Funny indeed,” Sarafina replied dryly as Sarabi nuzzled her son.

“Fina leave them alone, Simba has enough to worry about without you scaring him to death.”

“A little fear will not do him any harm,” Sarafina replied turning to her friend.

Together Nala and Sarafina walked out into the savannah leaving Simba with Sarabi and his friends. The guilty look remained on the young king's face. Shaking her head Sarabi smiled.

“Relax my son Fina will calm down. My mother was exactly the same with your father when I told her about you. For a week he was terrified of her, convinced she was going to skin him alive,” Sarabi said laughing at the memory.

“That I can imagine he was, Grandma did did have a quick temper,” Simba laughed remembering his grandmother fondly.

“She would have been very proud of you, as am I.”

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As the days passed since the announcement the news spread through the kingdom, the animals rejoicing at the prospect of a new prince or princess. The news even reached the ears of the Outsiders, Scar flying into a murderous rage, as the cub would threaten the claim of his own offspring. Sitting in the darkness the former king and his queen began to plot once more on how a solution may be found to the problem of Simba's impending cub. A few days after the announcement Zazu finally plucked up the courage to introduce his mate Mert to the pride. Mert quickly became close friends with Tabia, Nala, Kula and Tama, the five forming a close knit group. Tabia and Timon spent an increasing amount of time together, though they did not say it out loud, they did not dry to disguise their relationship either.

His impending fatherhood wrought a change in Simba as he became increasingly protective of Nala, never choosing her to undertake border patrols and trying, if somewhat unsuccessfully, to prevent her going out alone. Yet all noticed something else that was different about Simba, thought none could quite say what, they all knew there was something wrong, almost as if he regretted coming back. Timon and Pumba rallied around their friend, often talking with him late into the night as they alone understood the mixed emotions he was struggling with.

One afternoon a few weeks later Simba and Zazu had returned home from another meeting with the leaders of various herds. Under a tree Pumba, Timon, Tabia and Nala sat chatting. Seeing them Pumba smiled and walked over, greeting Simba before leaving with Zazu on more kingdom business.

“Hi Simba so how did the meeting go?” Timon called as Simba approached.

“Not very well, the impala leader was a nightmare,”Sima replied flopping down on the ground. “How did your meeting with the wilder beast leader go?”

“Could have been better, he's a stubborn old, couldn't see the dangers of gathering above the Gorge, despite what happen,” Timon replied raising an eyebrow.

“What is surprising is that he involved in the stamped,” Nala said, flicking her tail in annoyance.

“Oh great that means another meeting for someone, I swear we have hardly seen each other the past few suns,” Simba sighed rolling onto his back.

“No kidding. Pumba and Zazu had to go meet Tama to check the Graveyard the moment you get back. Say why don’t we all of down to the river together?”

“Great idea Timon we all need some time to relax,” Simba replied.

“We certainly need it,” Nala said stretching.

“Timon, Tabia, you'd better ride on mine and Nala's back.”

Laying still Simba and Nala allowed Timon and Tabia to climb onto their backs, the meerkat's soft paws gripping the lions' fur. Side by side Simba and Nala raced threw the lush grass, the soft breeze blowing through their fur while the sun shone above them. Nala's eyes shone with delight, an glow radiating from every fibre of her being. His spirit soaring Simba let out a might roar. Nala joined him with one of her own, their combined calls of power and freedom echoing through the savannah. Sitting on their friend's backs Timon and Tabia felt the raw power the lions possessed, exhilaration and adrenaline racing through their veins.

Reaching the river Simba and Nala crashed into the river sending water cascading into the air, soaking themselves and their passengers to the skin. The four grinned from ear to ear, enjoying the cool water.

“Did you both enjoy that?” Simba asked turning to Timon and Tabia.

“That was a fantastic ride,” Timon replied punching the air.

“It was lovely, you are both very quick runners,” Tabia said.

“Simba is faster then me at the moment, normally I can match his pace,” Nala swimming into deeper water.

Laughing Simba and Timon climbed onto a rock above the water, taking a running jump they dived in. Under the water the pair looked around at the strange word they had entered where shoals of fish swam around them. Surfacing they gasped for breath before swimming over to Nala and Tabia. Timon shot Simba a mischievous grin, in reply Simba looked his friend with eyes filled with glee. Swimming up the girls both males used their strength to send a cascade of water over them. The reaction was priceless. Both girls jumped a mile before yelling in annoyance at the boy's apparent immaturity. Instantly a water fight started, Simba and Timon against Nala and Tabia, the girls dodging this way and that. Laughter filled the air as the swimmers playfully fought water flying in every direction.

In the twilight the two couples made their way home, fireflies hovering in the cool air while the stars shone faintly, just visible above the horizon. Simba and Nala smiled lovingly at each while Timon and Tabia walked holding each others paws. A wonderful afternoon had turned into a beautiful evening.

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In the small hours of the following morning Nala woke in darkness to find Simba had left his place at her side. Looking around she found no trace of him in the cave just the sleeping forms of the pride. A ripple of uncertainty and confused raced through her body.

“Simba what is wrong? Why wont you tell me what is on your mind? Since I told you about our cub you have been worrying about something. Is everything to much for you to cope with? Do you wish to return to the carefree life you had, do you regret every coming home?”

Out under the night sky Simba stood alone on the exact spot where he had witnessed his father's death four years previously. Leaving the spot he walked to what remained of the fallen tree, tears streaming down his face as the memories of that horrific day surfaced.

“I was never to blame for what happened here,” Simba whispered. “It was Scar who caused your death. Scar used my innocence to betray you. Now I am going to become a father myself. Am I ready for this? I'm king but I don't know what I'm doing. Can I really handle both roles, what happens if I make a mess of things? Maybe it would be better if...” Simba whispered looking at the sky.

“The things my father said would make me a better king

hard work and love for friends,

a queen that understands

I hope my father knows the seeds we've sown will grow

at night I go to sleep and pray he's watching over me,” Simba sang, his voice filled with pain as tears ran freely down his cheeks.

“Somewhere there's a star that’s shinning

so bright that I can see you smile

and all I need is one last chance

just to hear you say goodbye.

Sometimes I remember

when you taught me to hunt

one thing I will never forget

is the day I lost you.”

In his mind Simba replayed that terrible day at the gorge in his mind, every single detail and the pain he had felt.

“I hope you always know

the stories you told I still remember

Somewhere there's a star that's shining

so bright that I can see you smile

and all I need is one last chance

just to hear you say goodbye.

And if you dream you better hang on for dear life

and when that cold wind blows just let it pass you by

The things my father said

somewhere there's a star that's shining

so bright I can see you smiling

and all that I need is one last chance

Just to hear you say goodbye.”³

Standing alone Simba ended his song, the agony he had felt coursing through him once more. The deepest desire of his heart, the chance to say goodbye to Mufasa, ringing out in his song. Sadness mingled with a fierce determination to ensure his unborn cub never had to suffer as he had.

Circle of Life

Three months had passed since Simba ascended too the throne. The fire had acted as a fertilizer combing with the intense rain to bring intense growth. The river ran fast and clear, every part of the land teamed with life. In the main cave at Pride Rock Simba shared down at a new born cub that lay in Nala's paws, the pair utterly overcome with emotion at the sight of their son

“Our son he is wonderful, thank you Nala,” Simba whispered licking her cheek.

“He has your eyes,” Nala replied nuzzling Simba.

“As long as he doesn’t have my sense for trouble. Have you thought of a name for him?”

“Kopa, it means heart shaped. I thought it would be perfect,” Nala replied as Sarabi and Sarafina walked into the cave, both hearts melting at the sight for their grandson.

lay down next to her.

“He looks just like you did at that age Simba,” Sarabi whispered looking at her son with pride.

“Adorable! I just hope he doesn’t cause as much as his parents,” Sarafina said dryly shooting Simba and Nala a look.

“Oh I expect he will cause his fair share,” Sarabi chuckled.

“Well at least we won't have to worry about the Elephant's Graveyard,” Simba replied with a slight smirk.

“Thankfully not. I dread to think the mischief he will cause with Timon and Tabia's kits,” Sarafina replied shaking her head.

“Especially if Zazu and Mert's chicks are involved,” Sarabi laughed as the sun set over the horizon.

As the sun rose over the savannah the next day animals from across the kingdom gathered at Pride Rock to witness the presentation of Simba's heir. Above them Simba, Nala, Timon and Pumba stood looking down on the assembling animals. Zazu flew past them, landing on the shoulder of Sarabi who watched with tears of happiness running down her cheeks. Walking up to the edge of Pride Rock ,Rafiki raised Kopa high into the morning sun. The subjects bowed down before their future king while hight above them Mufasa, Ahadi and Ure looked down proudly. Feeling the wind brushing through his fur Simba felt his heart burst with pride. The circle of life was complete once more.

That afternoon after the ceremony had ended the royal family lay together next to small pool of water. To their surprise Zazu landed in front of them, a look of concern on his face.

“Your Majesties I bring grave news. Zira has just given birth to twin male cubs.”

“Twins is what we didn't need, one cub would have been enough trouble!”Simba exclaimed.

“How old are they Zazu?” Nala asked, keeping her voice neutral.

“I would estimate about a month or so.”

“We will have to be on our guard. I will not risk any harm to Kopa,” Simba replied looking at his son.

“If I may say Sire, I doubt Scar and Zira will allow the cubs to wonder far, it is highly unlikely they will meet Kopa until adulthood.”

“The pride may not remain in the Outlands,” Nala said looking between Simba and Zazu. “Once the cubs are old enough to travel they may choose to leave.”

“I hope so Nala but a doubt it. Scar will use his sons to try and regain the throne,” Simba replied bitterly.

“I fear you may be right Sire. Cousins divided through the actions are their parents.”

A few nights after the presentation ceremony Simba lay in the cave with Kopa curled up between his paws. Nala had gone for a short break and while the pride gathered on the rocks outside they had decided to give father and son some privacy. Kopa looked up his father curiously.

“Just you an me Kopa your Mummy has gone out for a walk. You are amazing. In the space of a season I've gone from being a prince in exile to a king and father. You are my hope for the future. I only wish you could have me your Grandfather,” Simba smiling at at his son.

Then an intense white light filled the cave. Fading the light revealed Mufasa standing before them. Walking over to his son Mufasa placed a paw on his shoulder, to Simba's surprise his father felt real and solid. A million questions raced through the young king's head, barely able to comprehend what he was seeing.

“For this night I can be here with you until sunrise.”

“Father I have missed you so much,” Simba whispered nuzzling his father while tears fell from his cheeks.

“I have missed you my son,” Mufasa whispered.

Laying down the two lions looked at Kopa who reached out a paw to touch is Grandfather's nose. Smiling Mufasa gently licked the small cub, a look of delight on his regal face. Laying in the cave Simba told his father how he felt over the year,s all the guilt at what happened and finally his deepest fears about being king and a father. Mufasa listened intently as his son spoke, his heart aching at all Simba had been forced to suffer.

“I do not blame you for my death. You could not have known what Scar was planning. Ahadi warned me before he died that one day Scar may try to take the throne. I did not believe him. Do not compare your kingship to mine. I was older than you when I assumed the throne also my father had taught me how to king. He gave me lessons which I never had the opportunity to give you.”

“I understand that now, when I spoke to Scar I saw the truth. Father what if I cannot be the king everyone expects me to be?”

“They expect you to rule with wisdom and justice, in your dealings with the hyenas and Scar you have already fulfilled those. I understand how hard it can be and at times you will fill the wait on your shoulders. All the great kings began as you did once, just as uncertain and worried about what was expected. In time they grew into their roles just as you will. Being a father is trail and error, all that matters is that you love your son. ”

Hearing his father's words Simba smiled, a renewed sense of confidence entering his body. Father and son looked at each other with happiness in their eyes. The sound of footsteps outside caused the pair's attention to switch to the cave entrance. Seconds Nala and Sarabi walked inside, both stopping their tracks, eyes wide, at the sight of Mufasa. Seeing the shock on his former queens face Mufasa walked over and gently nuzzled Sarabi.

“Mufasa how is this possible?” Sarabi asked in a broken voice filled with sadness.

“The Great Kings have granted me tonight with you as recompense for my untimely death.”

Looking into each other's eyes Sarabi and Mufasa felt their hearts break, their love bursting into life once more. Tears fell freely from their eyes, years of pain and sadness released. Under a star filled sky the family lay together, Kopa curled up between his parents. Sarabi and Mufasa spoke of their pain and loss at losing one another, Mufasa sharing the pain he had felt for the first time. The conversation turned to happy memories, reminiscing about fun had long ago.

“I remember when Simba was a cub, he and Mufasa were playing tag in the Gorge of all places,” Sarabi said laughing. “Well I knew it would lead to trouble before they began the game but they didn't listen. Simba managed to catch Mufasa off guard by jumping from a high ledge, both of them went tumbling down a slope landing with all eight paws in the air.”

“I remember that incident,” Mufasa replied laughing. “I had bruises for a week!”

As dawns first rays touched the African sky Mufasa turned to each member of his family, his heart filled with sadness and regret.

“Sarabi my love goodbye, time will always love you my queen. Do not feel sadness, live your life in happiness and joy.”

“I love you Mufasa,” Sarabi whispered nuzzling her mate.

“My son goodbye, remember I will always be there for you.”

“Goodbye Father,” Simba whispered nuzzling has father.

As the sun's rays touched his fur Mufasa faded out of sight. Standing together Simba and Sarabi looked at each other, tears of happiness glistening in their eyes. A strong wind pulled at Simba's mane, a force he couldn't name swirling around him. A strange sense of power and strength coursed through him. At last Simba realized what had happened, the guilt he had carried in his heart for years had lifted. For the first time his father's words about his ability to rule made sense. Walking to the edge of Pride Rock Simba let out a mighty roar that echoed throughout the kingdom, a roar filled with majesty and power. The time of transition had come to an end. The wounds of the past had finally healed and out of the ashes of the past hope had been born.

End