A/N: Wow, well look at this. After 7 years I'm back, once again, with a new Lion King fic. I must say, after going back and reading my first story (which wasn't half bad!) I felt inspired to finally write the sequel. Yes, it's also possible that the recent release of the movie in 3D contributed to my inspiration! I just remember having such a good time writing that first story; the rush of creativity I felt when new chapters came to mind, the really awesome reviews and faithful readers. I kinda want to experience that again, I enjoyed it a lot! Plus, going back and reading that story, I noticed that at one point I had promised a sequel. And now 7 years later, here it is! LOL. So here are just a couple of things I'd like to point out before you begin:

A) As I mentioned before, this is a sequel to my first story, 'Bringing Back Kiara'. I hiiiiighly suggest that you go and read that before starting this; you might get a bit confused.

B) I noticed that in my first story, the chapters were extremely short. I will try my best to extend them here (save for this one lol) but don't worry, they won't be painfully long.

C) I am a senior in college now, so when I'm not busy losing my life and sanity over senior projects, I will try my best to update as often as possible.

D) Please read, review, recommend, repeat. And most of all, please enjoy!

Now let's get on with it!

ONE – The Watcher

It was a clear, warm night, one with hundreds of glittering stars and a large full moon that shone brightly upon the Serengeti. Directly under the ray of moonlight sat the majestic rock structure known as Pride Rock, its inhabitants sleeping peacefully. A couple of miles away, lurking in the shadows of a lonesome tree, sat a lurker, gazing menacingly at Pride Rock.

No emotion could match the fiery rage that this watcher felt at that moment. It bubbled and boiled inside him, intensifying the ongoing hatred he held for the oh-so-merry dwellers of this majestic home.

They had taken everything from him. He had been stripped of his home, his family, and his dignity and he desperately craved revenge. The lone rogue lion dug his claws into the earth, trembling with white-hot anger. He could do it. He could run to them without a warning and finish them all in an angry tirade; slit all of their throats. But he'd be outnumbered, there were at least a dozen members of that pride, he'd be dead within minutes.

No, he had to plan his revenge, carefully and concisely. But there was no doubt that they'd all eventually suffer, one by one. He cackled softly, imagining all of their bodies lying lifelessly in pools of blood. In his mind, he could see their king, typically noble and proud, begging him for a mercy that could only end his agony and suffering. He would torture the king until he saw tears, then and only then he would end him, once and for all. And finally, he would be able to experience the taste of glory he had desired for so long.

Snickering evilly, the rogue turned his back to the peaceful scene and trudged away to find his temporary hiding place, so as not be seen until the time was right. He could hardly wait.