Hello everybody, readers and writers. I was listening to the song Lost Boy by Ruth B when this idea came to me. It has reuse of OCs and maybe some new ones as well. Suggestions for OCs are welcomed. Now without further delay here's the prologue.

Prologue; Family Flaws

The sun was high in the sapphire blue sky. The golden orb was slowly making it's decent down and beyond the earth. Queen Nala was just returning from a hunt with her best friend and sister in law, along with their other best friend and their mothers. When the six lionesses got at the base of their home, priderock they were greeted by the king and his majordomo along with the king's former guardians.

When the golden king's orange eyes landed on the returning lionesses he turned his attention from the azure hornbill to them. "Good. You're back, I need you, Nala along with Tamara and and Kula to come with me."

The creamy orange lioness narrowed her inherited brown eyes on the older lion and in her point of view, unfortunately her brother. "It's Tama!" she snapped.

Simba ignored his half sister and ran off, following the hornbill. Nala lead Tama and Kula after the king. While they were following Simba, Nala took the opportunity to think about what it could be that Simba needed them for. She, Tama and Kula were three of the best fighters in the pride. Her aunt, Sinatra was the protector of her family that consisted of her mother and grandmother. That was until they came across the Pridelands and Queen Uru excepted them in. The queen was knocked out of her thoughts by her mate roaring. She moved her bright blue eyes towards the golden male to gasp when she saw him step in front of their daughter roaring in a dark brown cub's face. Her eyes widened as she watched the male cub shake from fear. But before she could address Simba about his actions a familiar growl was directed towards her.

"Nala,"

The peachy cream lioness snapped her head to the intruding pale tan lioness with a disgusted scowl and growl of her own. "Zira,"

Kula and Tama growled along with their queen. Nala's ears perked slightly before she turned her focus on Timon who was on the red worthog's head.

"Timon, Pumbaa! Now that we all know each other get out of our Pridelands!" yelled the light brown meerkat.

"These lands belong to Scar!" Zira roared in Timon and Pumbaa's faces.

Nala had to stop herself from saying something when Simba made a step forward and sneered. "I banished you, so get your child and get out!"

"Oh haven't you met my son, Kovu."the pale tan lioness purred in the queen's direction before she glared at the golden, red mane lion. "He was paw chosen by Scar to follow in his paw prints- and become...King!"

Nala glance at her mate with a disapproval expression as Simba growled at the shaken cub.

Timon laughed "King? That's a fuzzy Maraca!"

Tama and Kula chuckled at Timon's joke before they along with Nala turned their attention to Simba and Zira.

"Kovu..." Zira started as she began to walk around the frighten dark brown, green eye cub. "Was the last born before you..." Zira stopped and gave Simba a evil glare before continuing, "Exiled us to the Outlands..."

Kula narrowed her dark green eyes before snarling at the few months older lioness and got in Zira's face with a snarl."You know why you were exiled!"

Zira smirked and finished with a dramaic stand, "Where there's little food and little water."

"You do the crime, you do the time! You don't get no pity from us!" growled Tama with disgust in her brown eyes.

Simba must of had enough of Zira's presence and bullshit before he stepped up and said, "You know the penalty for returning to the Pridelands!"

Zira glares at the kingand says, "But the child does not! However... If you need your pound of fresh-" the pale tan lioness nudges her son toward Simba, daring the younger lion to show either ruthlessness or cowardice.

Nala couldn't believe Zira. She was disgusted that they were sisters at one time. Nala had a hopeful gleam in her eyes to stare at Simba in disappointment as he looked from the shaking cub to Zira and growled with hate and disgust. "Take him and get out. We are finished here." then he grabbed their daughter by her scruff.

Zira chuckles darkly before she walks over and looks down at the terrified Princess "Oh no, Simba... We have barely begun." Zira grinned with a sneer before she turns and picks up her son in her jaws.

Nala followed behind Simba, replaying the encounter in her head. To still come up disappointed. She stopped when she noticed that Simba wasn't in the lead anymore. Nala looked over her shoulder to see Simba nod his head. Nala understood that Simba wanted to talk to Kiara, no doubt like Mufasa did with him the night of the graveyard when he and her was cubs. Nala gave a small, forced smile before continuing to the kopje.

...

When Nala finally got back to priderock she was surprised to see her mother waiting. The lioness queen sighed before apporching the elder tawny, dark blue eye lioness.

"I heard from Kula and Tama that Kiara ran into Zira."

Nala sighed deeply as she sat in front of her mother. "Yeah, it's true."

Sarafina frowned. "You sound like you lost your best friend. What happened?"

Nala inhaled and exhaled before moving her eyes from the interested pebble to her mother. "Besides Zira being the main problem...I didn't like how Simba handled things."

Sarafina nodded in understanding. "All I can say is that you should talk to him." the tawny lioness sighed heavily. "As for Zira, I don't know what to say. She was such a honorable cub before Scar got his claws in her."

Nala didn't want to speak about her adopted sister any longer. So she stood and turned but before she moved, Nala looked over her shoulder. "I'm going to speak with Simba but I'm going to get a drink."

Sarafina looked unsure but nodded anyway. Nala quickly padded into the plains. Her head full of thoughts and regrets. It sounds wrong but she kind of regret finding Zira in the river that day her and her friends went swimming. That was a week before the death and supposed death of King Mufasa and Simba. Now her sister shacked up with the enemy and believes that Simba isn't the rightful ruler. Truth be told, if Simba was dead then the throne goes to Tama. After all she's Mufasa and a lioness named, Kiwis' daughter. The sound of someone apporching behind her, caused the peachy cream lioness to turn and come face to face with the king.

"I was looking for you." the golden lion stated before licking his mate's cheek.

Nala wanted to violently pull away but she figure to keep him in good graces if she's going to tell him about his actions earlier. So instead she purred before submitting into the mating position.