Hey Everyone!

Ive got a new and hopefully original Lion King fanfic here. Some aspects may be unoriginal. Yes, there are humans, but I don't want them to be there just because I can. I want them to be there to create a interesting collision between two species.

If you like a detailed and expanded world I am hoping I can successfully offer you that. The movie plot will be a major part in this, but instead of just having only this, I will equal it out with my own original stuff. The best of both worlds.

I hope you give this story a chance so I will let you read on. :D

Simba ran as fast as he could to save his pride.

Once again he was seeing his life possibly about to fall apart. Firstly it was Scar who deprived the land of hope. The animals left, and the pride slowly began to diminish. Then there was Zira and her outlanders. Were it not for his daughter Zira could have possibly won and taken over the Pride Lands.

But this time it was much worse. All around him flames grew and consumed any tree or grass land in its fiery path. The smoke had turned the sky an evil shade of black and all around Simba, he could see only destruction.

And then he saw it.

His ancestral home and seat of power, broken and ruined. The once mighty Pride Rock slowly crumbled away into the dirt. Rock by rock the most prominent landmark in the entire land fell apart into nothing, flames now hiding the remains from Simba.

It was the most devastating thing Simba had ever seen. His kingdom destroyed, his pride murdered and his loved ones missing. He could not bear the thought that his family could possibly be somewhere among the fields of death, now covered by fire.

Simba could not wait to find out. Regardless of the majority of his life and purpose now taken away from him, Simba leaped through the flames, determined to salvage what remained. He would find his family, or die trying.

For the most part, he did well avoiding the fire. Leaping and dodging ever growing patches of flames, Simba slowly made his way to the corpse of the place he, and countless generations before him, once called home. Adrenaline served him well, for Simba did not care for whatever burns he now had. The fire could do all it could, Simba would reach the ruins of Pride Rock and hopefully find his family.

But under a cruel chance of fate, the last few seconds of running that would have placed him atop the ruins of Pride Rock were taken away from him. Just before he could climb the first destroyed rock, a mighty ball of fire erupted from the ground. The shockwave from this explosion knocked Simba off the rock and sent him flying back a few metres.

"NOOOOOO!" He screamed, never reaching such a volume throughout his life.

Whatever chance that his family, or the remains of his pride, somehow survived the destruction of Pride Rock were now gone. The explosion completely obliterated what remained of the ancient seat of kings, scattering the rocks into the distance, now leaving only a crater and further destroyed rocks.

Simba then collapsed. He had nothing now. The last light of his existence had now been extinguished. He had searched hours for his family but to no avail. His only conclusion was that they could had taken shelter within Pride Rock from the destruction the land was experiencing. But now, even they had been taken from him. Simba just lay there, in the ash covered dirt, crying into the ground while the flames grew around him and embers rose into a pitch black sky.

"I failed them." Simba thought. "I failed my kingdom, I failed my friends." His pitiful existence now felt useless. He wasn't a king anymore, his kingdom and subjects were now being burned away somewhere in the ocean of fire around him. Worst of all though, he had failed as a Father and Mate. His most basic and instinctual purpose had now also been failed.

Simba then realised he could do nothing anymore. He did not move as the fire approached his shell of a body. The adrenaline had now gone, Simba could feel the pain of the burns. But he did not care. Death was the only option now. He had failed in his chance of life, and he would accept what was about to happen.

And yet, even with the crackling of the fire, and the collapsing of trees, Simba then heard unusual noises in the distance. Loud and deep rumbling made its presence known and boom after boom followed. Whatever was happening, it was big. Despite the flames turning the black sky and haunting red, in the distance flashes and yellow and white appeared in the distance. Each flash occurred not long after an explosive bang and soon enough, these flashes occurred so frequently, they forced Simba to rise from his soon to be grave to see them better.

Simba had guesses of what these noises and flashes may have been, but he did not care. He was about to finally leave a world which and only given him heartache and pain throughout his life. From watching his Father fall to his death when he was just a child, to coming home an adult to only find his pride less than half its size and even losing his first born son, he was now leaving a world that had not stopped in its cruelty.

Increasingly, Simba felt himself relaxing in the knowledge that whatever happened next, he would finally meet his lost loved ones. He would finally meet the Kings of the past. He would finally meet the Lions that had done a better job in life than he could ever have done, for there was no success in this, an entire land now being destroyed.

Then suddenly, in the same direction that the odd noises came from, came a sound Simba knew only too well. A loud piecing noise echoed across the sky, proving to be a slightly similar sound to the crackling of the flames. A second, extremely loud thundering rumble then followed it. Simba did not know what this deep, almost buzzing sound was, but he knew the first one, and he knew that whatever this new sound was, it had only occurred thanks to whatever produced the first sound. Or whoever, as Simba thought was the likely case.

The thoughts of wanting to leave this empty world still remained, but now something else filled the void in side of him. Rage. Anger.

Vengeance.

He would exact revenge on the being that caused the downfall of this once great Kingdom. He would ensure this individual would pay before he left this world.

And so, Simba rose. The flames continuing to make their painful presence known, but to little care from Simba. A new strength developed within him, and he ran. He ran as fast as he could, literally running and jumping through walls of fire.

Leaving the flattened remains his home behind him, Simba finally exited the land that was now just all fire. The very land he spent his life in now was far away. There was no point looking back anyway. No matter how much he wanted to see his home one last time, Simba knew there was no use, for if he did, he would only be looking at a sea of red and orange. There was not a single tree or patch of grass still visible, only fire.

This is what drove him on into the direction he heard the noises from.

All of his life had been taken from him. He had been betrayed and as a cruel consequence, had have everything removed from him.

And when he did finally reach the area he wanted, he saw that this land had also been ruined. There was not a sea of fire like there was in the Pride Lands, this land was full of craters and churned of ground. The grass had been burned and blown away, leaving only the dirt below. Large solid objects, bigger than an elephant, lit the surrounding area in balls of fire. Other objects also littered the earth. Small things, seemingly broken off something else, were everywhere and somewhere, as he could now smell, was blood. He could not see it, the land around him was too dark in what now seemed to be night.

Simba continued to walk through this destroyed land, still seeking the one he intended to kill. And then, just like fate had now finally decided to actually let him have something before he died, Simba saw the bright glow in the distance he knew would be where he could find his vengeance. He had seen this glow a number of times throughout his life, and while he had no clue of what it actually was, whenever it appeared, they appeared.

And so, as he approached the glow, now seeing the large object that it originated from, he paused, floods of memories now appearing before his very eyes. His life was literally appearing in front of him, to him at least. He saw his child hood adventures with his friend and mate, Nala. He saw his days of Hukuna Matata in the Jungle with Timon and Pumba. His saw his ascent of Pride Rock, then accepting he was King. But most prominently of all, he saw his time just relaxing and playing with his family. And his memories then cast to the one who had taken all of this away from him.

But instead of using these thoughts to fuel his rage, he remained still, now remembering the time with this individual. But instead of attempting to remember the few happy memories he had with him, Simba tried to remember and think why all of this would have happened in the first place.

For as long as this individual had been around, plots and schemes and also been present. For as long as this person had been around, an era on instability was felt. Many mysteries had been occurring when this individual was around which now, Simba felt stupid for not investigating.

His last thoughts before his charge towards the dark figure he now saw was not, sadly, of his family and happy times had had lived through, but of questions that he wanted answering. What if the Pride had chosen to initially not focus internally and instead chosen to focus on the external threats that were increasingly making their new presence known back then.

Simba wondered if it was a bad choice not to explore the strange and dangerous world that forever surrounded them.

The world was changing, and though the Pride did play a massive role in the events of the past, Simba could only guess into what members from both the Pride and those beings that now inhabited this land really wanted.

It had been an extremely dangerous game being played, and now the last move had been made. Whether anyone wanted it, or not.

Well that that!

This chapter is of course not the beginning of the plot. The event is actually set further on it the story so no worrying about a lack of understanding here, it will all become clear.

Thank you for reading my story and I would appreciate it if you would read on and hopefully enjoyed what I have created for you.

Im curious also to know , even if you decide not to carry on reading after this or the next few chapter, why you decided on this. A review or message simply saying why this story was not for you etc would be gratefully accepted by me.

Thank you.