A/N: Hi all!

It's me; I'm back posting another Lion King story!

Wow, a lot has changed in my life since my last Lion King fic. For one, I now work a fulltime job updating medical records and also I have moved in to a new house. Well, moving in to the house was about a year ago, and getting my job was about eight months ago but I really needed to settle in and take a rest from writing. As for my other Lion King stories "A Stranger Kind of Love," and "Connected Paths," will be updated before the month of July so keep an eye on them! Who knows, maybe even sooner than that!

I hope you enjoy this newest idea, all comments and suggestions are greatly greatly appreciated!! Your reviews really do mean a lot, I really love getting them!

P.S. A note about the story: I'm going on the assumption that Simba didn't know Scar's real name. That's all I'm saying, have fun reading and be sure to hit the button at the bottom on your way out!!

Thank you so much!

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The sun was high in the savannah sky as two lions walked throughout the pride lands. Long green grass swayed in the wind as birds sat happily in trees singing the songs of the afternoon. These two lions; Simba and Kovu walked in comfortable silence, noticing the beauty of nature and enjoying the moment of peace that this time allotted them.

"Kovu," Simba said after a moment, "I know that the next few weeks of training to become king may be a bit overwhelming for you. I just want you to know that it was for me as well, and that if you ever need someone to talk to I'm here to listen."

Kovu gave a smile of appreciation, "Thank you Simba, the only training I received about being a king was from my mother. And, well…"

He let the sentence hang in the air, the future ruler not knowing how to end it himself.

Simba was about to give a reply when the two of them heard a frantic flapping of wings above them. The king quickly halted as Zazu flew down in front of them.

"Sire," he said as he tried to catch his breath, "Mad lioness, crossed the boarder, rambling-"

"Zazu," Simba spoke his name rather roughly, "Zazu, calm down and then speak."

After a moment of heavy breaths coming from the hornbill Zazu lifted his head, "Sire, Kovu, there is well, a very quite disturbing site to see near the northern boarder."

"The northern boarder," Kovu repeated, "What is it?"

"A lioness young master," Zazu answered, "Golden fur and black rimmed ears was what I could make out. She was writhing on the ground; screaming about how she had to see him."

"Did she say who?" Simba inquired as he arched an eyebrow.

"No," the bird said, "She lunged at me a few times, she was yelling that I must go get him. Begging, pleading for me to get him."

"Alright Zazu," Simba pondered for a moment; "Alright, Kovu and I will go and see her. And, just in case if she's injured go and fetch Rafiki."

Zazu began to give directions to Simba while Kovu sniffed for any hint of a scent.

"Just follow the rock path," Zazu finished as he took flight heading towards Rafiki's tree.

"He didn't say she was injured," Kovu stated as Simba began to run towards the spot.

"I know," Simba replied, "However, she may be and perhaps Zazu didn't see it."

It only took a few more minutes to reach the spot where indeed a lioness lay thrashing around in the dry cracked earth. The trees provided some shade but nothing else as Simba and Kovu neared the lioness.

"Stay back," Simba softly said and Kovu stopped and allowed Simba to move forward in order to get a better look at the unexpected find.

As Simba moved closer towards the large cat, she quickly stopped her paws and bolted upright on her haunches. The movement was so quick it started the king into halting. With some distance put between him and the lioness, Simba was able to get a good look at her. Their were indeed specks of gold throughout her fur however the color of her pelt was mostly grey. Her head erect, Simba saw in to brown eyes that stared blankly back at him. No emotion lay in this elder lioness's eyes, no expression was on her face as she regarded Simba with a slight tilt of her head to the left.

"Mufasa?" she inquired, her voice held the sound of age however came out as strong.

Simba cocked his head to the side, "I beg your pardon ma'm but-"

"Simba, is the lioness?-"

Kovu unknowingly cut off the king as he hurried to Simba's side, thus causing the lioness to quickly move her gaze over towards the younger lion. Brown widened eyes stared at Kovu, at first unsure but then her mouth worked itself in to a small smile as the older lioness gave a short gasp.

"Taka," she breathed, "Is it truly you?"

Kovu took a step back as Simba glanced over to him with a questionable expression on his face.

'Why did you not stay back?' Simba thought as his eyes returned to the older lioness that was sitting in the grasslands, staring in awe at Kovu.

Then before either one of them could do anything the lioness's body went limp and fell to the ground with a soft thud. It was then Rafiki appeared, carrying herbs with Zazu flying above his head.

"Rafiki, what did you do?" Kovu asked, surprised at the monkey's sudden appearance.

"I did nothing," Rafiki replied hurrying over to the lioness's side, "What are you two doing? Can you not see she is old and weak?"

"Yes, Rafiki," Simba answered, "She was sitting up talking about my father-"

"You mean," Rafiki began as he tended to the unconscious lioness, "She mistook you for Mufasa."

Simba nodded, "Yes, I tried to correct her but then Kovu came and she said he was someone named Taka. Who is Taka?"

Simba and Kovu stood as Rafiki motioned them over. The old mandrill did not give a reply as he helped Simba put the lioness onto Kovu's back.

"Taka," Rafiki said as the four of them made the trek back to pride rock Zazu flying above them, "Taka, was the true name of your uncle Scar."

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