Authors Notes: This is my first 'Lion King' fiction so please, constructive criticism only would be appreciated. I was just watching the movie and thought, 'What are the thoughts of Simba and Mufasa.' This will only be a two-shot. Hope you like it!
Simba POV:
When uncle Scar left to get my dad, I decided to heed his advice and practice my roar. After a few petty roars I managed a large one. It actually reverberated across the canyon creating an echo. That was when I saw the tiny pebbles at my feet start to shake. Then hundreds of wildebeests came charging over the cliff of the gorge.
I stood, rooted in the spot by an invisible force; my brain saying run but my limbs not responding. Then, just as they came to the dip of the hill, I ran. I ran so much faster than I ever have before, but it wasn't fast enough. The wildebeest's footsteps were almost on top of me when I saw a dead tree in the middle of the gorge. I sprinted until I was short of breath and climbed with what little strength I had left. I hung there, trying to stay on it until I saw a familiar animal coming straight for me.
"Zazu! Help me!" I yelled in a large and desperate voice hoping he would hear me. What he said next gave me a small flutter of hope above my terror.
"Your father is on the way! Hold on." then started flying away. I yelled a quick, hurry, to his back hoping he would hear it. Despite the fact I knew dad was coming, I was still terrified. Just as I got a good grip on the branch a wildebeest slammed accidentally into the tree. It dipped dangerously low and then swung up, emitting a scream of terror from me.
Just as I maintained another grip on the branch, another wildebeest slammed into it, only this time making me fly into the air. I screamed as I plummeted to my doom. Then, like a ray of hope, my father jumped and as gently as he could, caught me in his jaws. My dad then tried to take us to the side of the gorge, but didn't make it. He bumped into a wildebeest and the impact threw me from his jaws.
I landed harshly and couldn't see my dad. I started to panic, hoping he was ok. Then my dad came and I was in his jaws again. He quickly made his way to a piece of rock, jutting out from the others. He placed me on it, gently and slowly. Then, the wildebeests came and carried off my father.
"Dad!" I yelled, hoping he would make it. I searched frantically for him, hoping he would just jump out of the death pit, as I would like to call it, and that is exactly what he did. As he started climbing, I ran to the top of the gorge to see him there. Just as I turned around, I saw my father plummet to his death, swinging his arms and legs, trying to grasp anything to keep him alive.
"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OO!" I yelled as he fell. He can't die. He is my dad and he's fearless; loves me and mom and protects me from danger. I love him, he can't die! He just can't!
Authors Notes: I will try to get the other chapter up as quick as possible, but please review.