Hey there people. Auther Two here.Yeah so i decided to write this story on my own...this would be my third hopefully this one can reach 100 or more like my older stories.I hope you enjoy this one, please review and send me your thoughts and comments.I you think I sounds like shit please tell me and i'll stop taking up your valuable time.

Summary: Kovu wasn't the only cub born under Zira and a stray Rogue.Another was.Exiled,teacked,battled, and left heart colded...this is his story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lion King or it's origional characters, but i do own this plot, and some of my own character that I will add in eventually.

.:Turn Of The Tide:.

Chapter 1: Of Hate and Power

I'm here...to share with you a story...a story of a cub I knew well.Born under a Father of hatred, and a mother who wanted power. This cub was not born alone.The cub had...a younger brother.He often wished he was never born, or...at least the only one born.Maybe...just maybe...things would have been...different.

Blackness clouded his unopened eyes.His body Sliding away from his prision.A sticky substance covered his muzzle.His small, heavy head moving slightly trying to remove the thick slime.Something large,and wet to the touch, slid alone his body removing the slime,allowing him to finally breath on his own for the first time.

"Abasii...and my sweet little Kovu," The female said, her voice harsh to the ears.

A sneer formed on her black lips, as her large sandy paw pushed away the whimpering cub known as Abasii.

"Zira!" Growled a male lion. He stood at the entrance, his olive green eyes staring her down.He moved closer, his black claws screeching across the hard,cold, stone floor od the den with his every step,"You will treat each of our newborns with the same respect...your treating Abasii like my parents did me!" He picked up Abasii placing him near his younger brother,Kovu.

"I'm sorry love,it will not happen again," Zira said, letting the cubs drink her warm milk,"Who will be your sucessor? Or have you decided?

"The oldest of my sons...Abasii," Scar said smirking.

Zira flinched, but quickly covered it up. She nuzzed each of her sons.Her ruby eyes looking over each pelt carefully.Kovu,the youngest,would grow to have a dark solid chocolate brown pelt much like Scar.The small tuff of fur on his tail foretold his future mane,black.His eye color still unknown.Her gaze turned to Abasii,the oldest...and future king,His pelt a light chocolate brown, it would be darker as he grew.The tuff on his tail indicated his mane would be a maroon red...like the rogue, his real father.Zira looked closer at his eyes.A small black X lay on his left eye, it black, again like his real father.The X would become clearer as he grew.

A lioness stood at the entrance.She was bulky and appeared to be older, around longer then Zira.

"What do you want!" Growled Zira, she stood staring a hole through the lioness.

"The hunt was unsecessful," She answered, noticing the cubs had been born.

"Liar!" Hissed Zira, Beginning to circle the lioness,"I need food to keep the future King alive!"

"Then go hunt for yourself!" She said, her voice raising.

"Show repect to your queen!" Zira yelled, her mighty paw striking the lioness across the muzzle,"Your not the queen anymore Sarabie! Get out!"

The lioness known as Sarabie shock her head, coming back to her sences. He did as Zira ordered and left.Greeted by another lioness.A younger pale, golden pelted with bright blue eyes. They Left, heading out of sight.

Scar stood at the peak of the pathway leading up to the den.He glared down, taking in the sight of the hyena army, and the small group of lioness gathered at the back of pride rock.Zira stayed near the entrance of the den,lovingly grooming her cubs.

"SARABIE!" His voice rang thought the empty grasslands. Sarabie made his way up the unblocked path.Many hyenas snapped at her, most chuckled there demonic laugh.

"Yes Scar?" She said irritably.

Scar hissed at her tone. "Where is your hunting party? They're not doing their jobs!"

"Scar, there is no food. The herds have moved on." she replied calmly.

"No! You're just not looking hard enough!" he replied angrily

"It's over, there is nothing left." Sarabie said, thinking for a moment. "We have only one choice." Sarabie glared at him urgently. "We must leave Pride Rock!"

"We're not going anywhere!" he hissed.

"Then you have sentenced us to death!" she yelled angrily.

"Then so be it!"

"You can't do that!" Sarabie growled

"I am the King I can do whatever I want!"

Sarabie glared at him with shock and angry,"If you were HALF the King Mufasa was you would-"

Sarabie couldn't finish, Scar whirled around striking her hard in the face.

"I am TEN TIMES the King Mufasa was!" he roared.

Sarbie landed hard on the ground.She layed there motionless for several long moment.An unknown lion roar made Abasii cry out, as his mother shushed him.A golden pelted male lion stood nuzzling the older lioness.His maroon mane perfectly framing his face.

"Mufasa?" Sarabie asked, weakly.

"No," Scar said, backing away," He's dead!"

"No," The lion said shaking his head slightly,"It's me."

"Simba? You're alive?" Sarabie asked, with joy. "How can that be?"

He just smiled back at her. "It doesn't matter. I'm home."

"Simba!" Scar said, a sound of unexpected and worry entered his voice,"I'm surprised to see you...alive." He glared at his loyal hyena survents.

Simba moved closer, as Scar made him answer a few questions making the lionesses gasp in horror and shock.Scar walked towards Simba, a smirk on his face and blood lust in his eyes.Simba slipped on the cliff, his front two paws holding on for his life.Scar put a paw to his mouth.With a quick flash he sank both paws into simba's making the young lion cry out in pain.

Lightning flashed in the background, setting some dry dead trees near the peak of pride rock on fire.It blazed in the night.

"Zira!" Simba growled.

"You killed him!" She hissed, the thought of scar gone sickened her."You killed Scar!"

"Step done Zira," Simba said, a low growl formed in his voice," I am king now."

"Then I guess I have o choice!" Zira scowled.

"You and your young cubs are hereby banished forth from this pride!" Simba ordered,"Alone with your followers,If any."

Zira growled grabbing Kovu in her mouth as best as possible.Five other lionesses came forth, one grabed the infant Abasii.Two randomly grabbed Nuka and Vitani.As they made there way out of the pride lands...and into the dreaded wastelands known as the outlands.

The cub i'm telling you about, if you haven't already guessed...is Abasii.As you can see he wasn't loved by his mother,only his father for the reasons of power.Even thought this was true, Abasii never really complained...in the end..it made him stronger.Abasii did wish...that his mother would love him,and care for him as much as she did his brother...but you and I both know...that would never...happen.

Well what did you think of my story so far? Please send me you thoughts and comments.Your thoughts could affect the future chapters...thats a good thing! Anyways talk at ya later!