A/N: OMG! It's been forever since I've posted, and this time, I'm back with a new story. It's my first Lion King one, and I don't know if others have already put this idea into a story, but I'm doing my take on it anyways. I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: We all know that Rafiki was holding up a golden-furred cub at the end of The Lion King, and it sure wasn't Kiara. That cub was Kopa, Nala and Simba's first born son. Some people believe that Zira killed Kopa as revenge of Scar's death, and that was why the Outlanders were exiled, but what if Kopa hadn't been murdered? What if he went on to be the next King? This is my take one what would happen…

Disclaimer: I don't know anything. All characters belong to Disney, except for a few OC's I'll probably make up along the way.

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Dawn.

A new day broke through the clouds and rays of light spread over the majestic plains of the Pride Lands.

All of the creatures woke and a wind rustled passed them, carrying grass seeds and leaf blossoms. An amazing thing had happened, and the wind was summoning the creatures to Pride Rock.

Zebras, gazelles, meerkats, elephants, giraffes, great cranes, and all the other assortments soon gathered around Pride Rock, waiting for their King and Queen.

Simba and Nala sat in their den on the risen platform, Simba's head resting over his mate's back while the cream colored lioness cuddled and licked the golden-furred cub in her paws. The cub, though a small newborn, was large for his age with young, broad shoulders, study legs, firm paws, and a small tuft of brown fur on his crown that would grow to be the majestic mane of a king.

An elderly baboon walked into the den, leaning on a cane with small melons tied to it with plains grass. The baboon broke open one of the fruits and dipped his fingers inside, pulling them away with a dark red, sticky substance. He spread the substance below the small tuft of fur and rattled his walking stick over the cub. Then, he gently took the cub from Nala's paws, and with the King and Queen following, he walked sagely out of the den.

As the baboon lifted the cub high into the air, all of the creatures bowed to their future leader. With the bending of their knees and the bowing of their necks, they pledged their allegiance to the cub; they would honor, obey, and protect him at all costs.

The cubs eyes opened while he was lifted into the rays of light, and orbs of green rained out over the sea of subjects. Those eyes laughed at the attention and he pawed playfully at the air.

Simba looked up with his eyes watering as strong, vibrant rays of sunlight burst through the clouds and rained down on his son. The king could see his father smiling down on him, and he bowed his red-mane head in honor.

The baboon turned around and took the cub back to his parents.

"Rafiki," Simba said, lifting a paw and putting it behind the elderly baboon's back, pulling the sage close.

"Don't you go getting sappy on me your Majesty," the baboon chuckled, "You have a son to tend to now." With that, the sage was gone.

'How he manages to disappear so quickly, I'll never know,' Simba thought with a smile, shaking his head softly. He walked to the tip of Pride Rock and let out a large, projecting, proud roar. All of his subjects raise their heads and let out cries of triumph before turning and going back to their daily routines.

When all of his creatures had left, the king turned and headed back into the den.

Upon his arrival in the shelter, all of the lionesses formed two lines on either side of the opening of the cave and bowed as their king walked past them. One of the lionesses scowled at Simba as he passed. The king noticed this, but he paid no mind to the dark gray lioness; she wasn't about to ruin Simba's proud feeling of having his son presented to the kingdom.

This lioness was Zira, Scar's old mate. She had children of her own: a pre-adolescent red-brown lion with red eyes and a beginning black head and chest mane called Nuka, and a sandy-gold cub only a few days old named Vitani.

Nuka had been born only a short time before Scar's death, and Vitani's father had been a rouge lion that had been in the Pride Lands for only a short time before leaving Zira to raise their cub her own.

As soon as Simba was on the risen platform with Nala and their son again, the lionesses gathered around to look at their future leader.

"What's his name?" one of the lionesses asked.

Nala nuzzled the young cub in her paws and said, "Kopa."

After a while, a few of the lionesses left for a secret hunt. They were going to bring back a feast in celebration of the newborn cub. A few of the lionesses remained, including Zira.

"What a darling cub," the gray-brown lioness said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Nala kept her eyes on her son, but Simba wouldn't stand for Zira's mockery.

"He is your future leader," the king snarled, "You will respect and honor him."

"I have no time to respect and honor, as you say," Zira shot, "I have my own children to tend to if you've forgotten." With that, she turned and headed out of the den to the back of Pride Rock where Scar's old followers slept.

Though they were a pride united, there was still the slight friction of conflict between Scar's old followers and Simba's. Most of Scar's old followers were more partial to living in the Pride Lands and following Simba's rule, some were more loyal to Zira, and some were in between.

Later that night in the back den of Pride Rock, Zira lay in the center of the den, thinking about how Simba and Nala's new cub would interfere with her wanting to take over Pride Rock.

'That little runt HAS to go…' she thought, 'But how?'

An idea struck her and she settled down, drifting to sleep with an evil grin on her face…

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A/N: ok, so that's the first chapter! please review:-D