The young cub ran as fast as he could not caring where he was going. Tears flowed through his eyes as he ran, he could just faintly hear his mother's scream as the rogues slaughtered her. He stumbled through bushes along the forest, but he couldn't stop he had to get as far away as possible. Simba's lungs burned as he sprinted through the forest, the rain made it harder to see his path. He couldn't help but think to himself why, why was his family slaughtered? Why had it happened to him? He remembered the rogue's expression as he massacred the ones he loved, Simba could tell he enjoyed it. It disgusted him to think someone was that heartless.

Simba snapped out of his thoughts and ran faster, remembering why he was running in the first place. He felt his legs tremble as he did, he pushed his body to it's limit as he collapsed onto the dirt. Breathing extremely heavy, Simba pictured his mom laying on the floor breathless. He remembered his mother's final words to him, Be strong my son and know that I love you. Simba clenched his teeth out of anger and out of sorrow. He couldn't contain himself any longer he let out a loud sob and laid his face on the dirt. Everyone he loved was gone. He was the last of his pride. He knew it was just a matter of time before the lions picked up his scent and hunted him down. Realizing that he slowly picked himself up and kept running.

The pain in his legs was excruciating, his lungs felt as if they were aflame. He ran until his legs gave in again and he tumbled back down onto the mud. He groaned in pain, he slowly got up and limped farther hoping to find a place to rest for the night. As he walked he stumbled across a small cave. Simba laid at the mouth of the cave and burst into tears. He missed his pride, he missed all the memories he had with them. He knew that's all they'll ever be now, just memories. He sobbed at the thought and attempted to fall asleep.

No matter how many times he tried Simba couldn't fall asleep. In hopes of pushing away the thought of his pride he tried to remember the memories that made him happy. He recalled the time he was walking to take a drink from the river, all the girls eyed him up and down flirtatiously, it made him grin. He let his mind flow of happy thoughts as he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

His dream drove him back to the massacre of his pride. Simba watched as his father died in his arms. His last words still burned in his brain Simba…I love you.. Simba tossed and turned as he heard the terrified screams of his pride. His mother was the last person he saw. His mind raced as he thought of his mother's shrieks of horror and the flames that lit up his home. Simba had wished it was all just a dream and that he would wake up and everything was normal.

Simba awoke to a girl staring down at him, she looked about his age. Simba was still a bit tired and not really sure what was going on. Simba looked up at her he saw her concerned expression.

"Hey are you ok?" She asked.

Simba groaned as he slowly got to his feet "Y-yeah.. I'm fine."

She studied him he looked very sore due to the way he was getting up.

"Do you need help?" She asked walking closer.

"Ah.. No I'm fine thank you.." Simba replied as he started to walk past her.

"Wait! Where are you going?" She asked catching up to him.

"Far away.." Simba replied in a sad tone.

"Well.. I could take you to my pride for your injuries if you want.." She replied in a shy tone.

Simba thought for a moment and glanced at her. He had no idea where he was going and if he didn't find food or water soon he would surely die. And she was willing to take him to her pride to rest up, plus she seemed sincere.

"Ok thank you…um.." Simba began forgetting to ask her name.

"Nala.. I'm Nala" She replied.

Sorry it was short I didn't really want to get all dark and cold again like in "The Rogue" so I kept this short and to the point. The next chapter will be up shortly. Oh and I want to thank The Real Simba for helping me out and giving me advice. He and I think a lot alike anyways laters!