It's time. We have been granted peaceful traveling, but it is time, all the same. We have to leave… all of us. The new king has decided we are a threat. Still, he has had the grace to let us go in peace, and though there are those who go with me disgruntled and angry, I am calm. I understand why Simba now does what he does. I do not like it, but it is the wise choice. I respect it.
Minowa walks beside me, barely old enough to. I can only wonder what his life will be like wherever we wind up staying. I only know at least he with us, he wont be branded "the son of Scar's Right Hand." He will at least have a chance to grow up as an equal. Still, he is so young… I can only hope he will remember his mother… the seperation we now face face is breaking her apart. She at least deserves for her own son to remember how much she loves him.
Still, why did all this happen? And how did I wind up being made an Outsider? I already know the answer. I just hate it. It means being wrong about someone who as a brother to me… who still is a brother at heart, even though he's dead now.
It also means, my family has to pay the price of my blindness…
-Venthos