The Lion King III, Book One: Jabari's Story

by Pebblemist is Hamiltrash

Jabari is the last born cub of Kovu and Kiara, but unlike Scar, he doesn't mind that he probably won't be king. But his eyes. . . the're the same shade of green as Scar's. Simba has now become paranoid. He loves his grandson, but the fact that Jabari looks almost exactly like Kopa doesn't make things better. Will he stay at Pride Rock? Or make the mistake of a lifetime?

1. Chapter 1: The Beggining

The Lion King III, Book One: Jabari's Story

Prolouge

Simba walked into the cave. The former king's eyes shown with pride as he looked upon his newborn grandcubs. Queen Kiara lay panting on her side, three squirming bundles suckling at her teats. Kovu lay next to her, grooming each tiny cub.

"Two boys and one girl." Nala announced, getting to her paws and padding up to her mate.

"That's great," Simba murmured, purring at his grand cubs. "Are you alright?" he asked Kiara.

"I'm fine, Daddy," Kiara said softly. "I'm ready for the ceremony."

Animals had already gathered under Pride Rock, ready to welcome the new princes and princess. Rafiki emerged from the cave, holding the first born, the girl. She had creamy golden fur, and looked so much like Kiara it was almost impossible not to be able to tell that they were related. The baboon held up the cub, and leaves and seeds were suddenly carried up by the wind. The cubs emerald green eyes shined as she playfully swatted at them. The animals cheered.

Rafiki placed the cub at Kiara's paws, and in return, she gave him the next in line. This was a tiny golden-furred male, with tan around his ears and paws. Once again, seeds and leaves swirled up around them, and the animals cheered once more.

The last cub was a very stocky male. He boasted golden brown fur, greatly resembling Simba. Simba gasped as the cub was raised into the air. This cub looked familiar. Nonsense, he told himself. He's only just been born. But the strange feeling nagged him. This cub was slender, and very muscular for his young age. He ha ark rimmed ears, and had a dark beige fur tuft. The cub's eyes were closed.

For the third time, seeds and leaves were blown up in the wind, swirling around the newborn cubs, and the animals began to cheer. But the cheering stopped instantly, and every animal gasped as the cub opened his eyes.

"Look at his eyes!" one giraffe called out.

"Yeah, they look just like Scar's" an elephant agreed. This started much arguing.

"Throw him out!"

"Feed him to the crocodiles!"

"STOP!" Simba roared, stepping forward. His roar could be heard from five miles away, and every animal was silenced.

"Just because of family genes doesn't mean that this cub will be evil. I believe you owe my daughter an apology." Simba growled.

"Sorry. . ." came the embarrassed murmurs of the animals.

"That's what I thought." The former king growled.

After the ceremony was over, Nala approached her mate.

"Simba," she started. "Was that really nessasary?" the tawny colored lioness asked him, her blue eyes piercing into his fur.

"Look, Nala. They were being unreasonable. Just because of his eyes. . ." Simba's voice trailed off.

"I know. Have you noticed the resemblance?" Nala asked. "He looks just like. . ."

"Kopa, I know. Oh, Nala, I miss him so much. Why did Zira kill him?"

"She-she wanted revenge. She wanted to take something you loved, so she took our son's life." Nala nuzzled him. "I miss him to. But he hasn't left us. He lives in you, and I, and the rest of the Pride. He will always be with us."