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Hey guys, I hope you like this story. This is a bit of a change from what I have been writing but to me it's a nice change. I've always liked Lion King, since I grew up with it, and I love the what if scenarios. I hope you guys enjoy the story and if you do leave a review, follow, or fav this story.

~wolvesfinalden

Lion King: My Pride/My Family

Chapter 1: The New Prince

The Pride Lands were bursting with celebration of the new prince. Many came from all over to great the little prince in his first presentation. While others were coming the family was preparing. Sarabi cleaned her son for his first appearance to the world. Mufasa had been waiting on Rafiki to come but the king knew he wouldn't make it until the ceremony had begun. Not only was he waiting for his old friend but he was also waiting for his little brother. The king was worried that his brother would not accept his son, therefore not show up at all.

Meanwhile, just below Pride Rock, a black manned lion with dark brown fur had just awoken and looked out to see animals coming all over. He then remembered what today was and a smile crept onto his face.

'It's about time I go see my new nephew.' He thought as he left his cave.

The old lion made his way out of his cave and saw all the animals coming to Pride Rock. He felt a burst of pride as he saw them all. He walked as he heard mutters from the animals. Most were concerned about him, the brother of the King Mufasa. They were worried that he would turn against their king and try to take over the kingdom. How wrong they were. He had come to terms that he would not be the king and maybe that was for the best. His brother was indeed fit to be king than himself. Mufasa had more of a power look to him than he ever did.

As he made his way up Pride Rock he came to the entrance of the cave and saw his love Sarabi, now his sister. A little jealousy came to mind as he saw her holding his brothers child but quickly the darker lion pushed the thought away. He would never want to harm her or the little cub she had. This was not their fault and he would never blame them for it.

"Scar you came." Sarabi said happily as she saw him walk to her.

Scar walked over and looked down to the cub she held. Sarabi licked his head so the cub would turn to meet his uncle. When he did he looked up to see his uncle's green eyes. Scar looked at him carefully. He had his mother's eyes that was for sure. Though he seemed to have his father's build but the cub oddly reminded him of his father.

Scar shuttered at the memory. His father was a good king but he couldn't say the same as a father. His father was harsh with him but never with Mufasa. Scar only hoped that Mufasa would never pick that trait up from Ahadi.

As if on cue the older brother appeared in the cave with Rafiki, their most trusted friend. Mufasa saw his brother and sighed in relief.

"I see you made it brother." Mufasa said.

"I would never want to miss my own nephew's ceremony." Scar said.

Rafiki then did his ritual and picked up the cub. He smiled at them and walked to the edge of Pride Rock. The three lions followed behind. Scar and Mufasa both stood on either side of Sarabi as they watched. Rafiki held up the cub and the animals all jumped in joy, then a light came from the heavens and fell upon the prince. The animals then proceeded to bow to their new prince. Mufasa puffed out his chest in pride as Sarabi smiled.

Scar on the other hand looked up to the sky as the wind blew through his mane. He knew the gesture would have never come from his father so he knew exactly who it was. It had been his mother, Uru that created the gentle breeze. Scar knew that she was happy with him and also was proud to see her grandchild.

With that the ceremony ended and the animals all left. Rafiki gave the cub back and returned to his home. Leaving the lions to look over their new member. After everyone left, Mufasa left to the Pride Lands, leaving Scar and Sarabi alone with the cub. They laid in the cave as they watched the cub try to walk.

"What's his name?" Scar asked.

"Mufasa never asked or mention a name. If you want you can name him." Sarabi said.

Scar was shocked. Why hadn't his brother name his own son? In his thoughts the young cub, made his way over to his uncle and fell on top of his paws. He then looked up and locked eyes with him. Scar smiled and a name came to mind.

"Simba." Scar said.

The cub then sneezed and rolled on to his back, smiling at the name.

"Simba. I like that." Sarabi said. "I think he likes it too."

Simba looked up at his uncle and held up his paws. Trying to paw at his nose. Scar smiled as he played with his nephew. How could anyone believe that he would ever want to bring harm to this young cub?

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~wolvesfinalden