FOREWARNING: The Lion King fanfic you're about to read is solely inspired in the original story run by Disney. However, I will point out that this will be an AU/Retcon story of the original events. Therefore, it is NO CANNON to the current events/mythos of the current Lion King story.
It was the beginning of a new day. A bright fresh morning was unfolding in the always arid lands of the savannah, and with it, new adventures, deceptions, conflicts and friendships were destined to be written in the large story of the Pride Lands Kingdom.
As the quiet dawn slowly arose by the horizon, the soothing-yet invigorating-red sun bathed the Pride Lands warmly with its almighty presence. It was these kinds of mornings that were always welcomed by the vast wildlife the kingdom possessed.
One of them in particular, the shaman of the royal family, Rafiki, was in his way to the Pride Rock to assist the queen, Nala, in one of the most important and joyous moment for her and her mate Simba, current king of the Pride Lands.
"Don't worry, Simba, everything will be fine. Rafiki knows what he's doing" reassured him his loyal hornbill majordomo.
"I just wish I could be there for her" he replied both worried and anxious.
"Come on, Pumbaa! Move those pig legs!" ordered a bossy Timon from outside the lions' den.
"But I am a pig, Timon" quickly excused himself his friend, clarifying the obvious.
"Oh dear…" muttered Zazu already annoyed by the loud friends of his king.
"We'll talk about that later. Hiya, Simba! Please tell me we didn't miss it!" asked him the meerkat genuinely concerned about the very event that was about to happened.
"It's ok, guys. It hasn't happened yet" he reassured to his long-time friends with a forced smile.
"Awww! Look at him, Pumbaa. He's already nervous" teased him Timon out loud.
"It'll be fine, Simba. We know you'll be a good father for your child" reassured him Pumbaa very confidently.
"You really think so?" asked the nervous lion, who was still unsure of his capabilities as a father.
"For sure!" intervened quickly Timon. "Just as we will be the best uncles and teach the boy everything he needs to know, ain't that right, Pumbaa?"
"Yeah!" he declared eagerly.
"Please elders, don't let that happen" whispered Zazu, hoping his pleads would be heard by Mufasa and the other past kings.
"Thanks, guys" said Simba, pleased by his friends' compliments.
"Hahaha!" laughed Rafiki with a huge grin as he approached to Simba and the others.
"It is done" he added before, politely, inviting the king to a secluded area of the Pride Rock where Nala could calmly give birth to Simba's heir.
Once inside, the wary king didn't know if he should approach his partner or wait to be called by her. Luckily for Simba, Nala was also eager to show him their cute offspring that were just born; three to be exact.
"Come Simba, have a look at your children" she voluntarily invited him and Simba almost ran towards her with excitement in his eyes.
She wasn't lying about the number of cubs her belly managed to carry for various months. Unlike with Simba's case (where he was only child), this time however, the two lions were able to procreate three healthy younglings which would carry their royal legacy.
The first born, a male infant of dark sandy brown pelt, dark brown tuft, and greenish blue eyes by the name of Kopa was already destined to become the king of the Pride Lands by birth order, while his two brothers: Kiara, the second born, a female infant of golden creamy pelt and beautiful brown eyes, and Kion, the third and last one of the triplets, a male infant of golden pelt, orange tuft and golden eyes, would be most likely destined to become advisers of his king brother in the future, much like his past uncle: Scar.
"They're beautiful" commented Simba, rejoiced, before nudging affectively his partner and his cute offspring.
"Three healthy cubs. What a blessing from the Past Kings" pointed out a lioness from the pack with joy. However, another lioness from the group in particular, Zira, didn't seem to be that happy by the birth of the new princes. So much was her hatred for the younglings that she couldn't bear to stay any longer and listen more of those disgusting happy wishes.
"M-mother?" stuttered her male cub, Nuka, slightly surprised by her mother's sudden spiteful reaction. Still, he quickly followed her from behind.
"Everything is Simba and Nala this and that. He is less of a king than Scar was" she continued talking to herself far away from the other members of the pack.
"But everybody says it was father's fault that the kingdom got almost destroyed" her son quickly pointed out with genuine innocence.
"Lies!" yelled Zira angry, scaring Nuka to the bones.
"The Pride Lands fell to that state on their own. It wasn't Scar's fault" she reminded him with a stern expression before laying next to her baby born, and last of Scar's legacy, a female infant by the name of Vitani.
"Simba thinks he's all high and mighty now. But he will soon have a taste of my long-awaited revenge" she stated, maliciously, while nudging affectively her little daughter between her large and furry brown paws.
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