(A/N: You may think that my retirement's not going too well, but actually I've had this planned for a while now for the reasons mentioned in the description of this story. Disney own their characters and I own mine. Enjoy!)

Coconuts lightly clacked into each other as a breeze blew through the tree. Crickets chirped intermittently from the ground below. Other than all of that, the night was cool, calm and quiet. That was…until the resident of the aforementioned tree returned home.

"Ha ha ha! Woo hoo hoo! Ah, Mufasa, it has happened!

"Asante sana,

"Squash banana,

"Wewe nugu,

"Mimi apana!

"Ha ha ha!" cackled Rafiki, as he lifted a coconut up and smashed it neatly in two on a rock. He lifted half of the coconut up towards the sky and toasted Mufasa.

"Many moons ago you told me your goal, Mufasa, were to see the Outlands and the Pridelands at peace. You also told me that the Outlanders would not rest until Kovu was King…there was no stopping them. Well, I am happy to say now Mufasa that both agreements have been achieved! Kovu is King alongside Simba, and the lands are one! Ho ho, all this excitement makes Rafiki very happy."

Rafiki bent down to take a drink from one of the coconuts, but a sharp wind blew through his tree and forced the coconut out of his hands.

"Hey!" exclaimed Rafiki, as the coconut shell spilled out its contents on the floor behind him, "what was dat for?"

A sharp wind blew through his tree again as a response.

"I do not see what your problem is!" exclaimed Rafiki. "The goals have been met, the Pridelands are one, and…unless I'm much mistaken, Simba and Nala can now be reunited with their long, lost son!"

A sharp wind blew through the tree again as a response.

"What's the big deal?" snapped Rafiki. "What could I possibly be forgetting?"

This time, a lighter wind came as his response.

"Hmm?" asked Rafiki. He looked over his shoulder as he heard a couple of gourds clack into each other. The soft wind blew a branch out of the way and revealed a drawing on the bark of Rafiki's tree.

"Oh, of course," said Rafiki to himself, "Ulaga…how could I forget?" he said, walking up and examining the drawing. However, he shook his head quickly and slammed his stick down on the floor of his baobab. "But dat does not mean that Kopa can be kept from his true parents any longer. Right, Mufasa?" he asked, looking up at the sky. Before the wind had another chance to blow, Rafiki continued, "see, there's good t'ings to come after all.

"Kopa is Simba and Nala's son, but dey t'ink he is dead. It's a sad reality…but it's not a reality! Kopa is alive, and right now he doesn't know about Simba and Nala. And before you go blaming me as the bad guy, Mufasa, I must remind you that Kopa requested dis.

"He had aged into his adolescent years when he was smart enough to come here. He knew his parents wouldn't let him go, but he knew dat he had no choice…the Outlanders were after him and, alas, had he stayed, he would have died. He couldn't stand the thought of running away so I offered him a potion dat would make him forget everyt'ing, and den when he returned, he could drink de counter-potion, which would make him remember everyt'ing."

A strong wind blew through the tree again, knocking Rafiki off of his feet.

"What is your problem, Mufasa? It was not a good solution, no…but it was the only one! It was de only way Kopa could live. He was family to me as much as to you, and I, too, was sad to see him go."

Rafiki smiled, and then made his way over to another set of leaves and branches.

"But, I'm at an advantage! While de lions cannot know of Kopa's true existence, since dat would make dem run off and find him, I have de benefit of knowing of his true life – and has soon as he drinks dis counter-potion," said Rafiki, moving a branch aside to reveal…

Nothing.

Rafiki gasped. "Where is dat potion? Where is it? I'm sure it was here, with de forgetting potion and de…de…" he gasped again. "Dey're all gone! Who could have took dem?"

A light wind blew through Rafiki's tree and lifted the same branch as before.

Rafiki whirled around and saw it once again: his hand-drawn image…of Ulaga.

(A/N: I hope this wasn't too confusing. Leave me reviews to let me know what you think and I'll have the second chapter posted soon!)