Hello LK fandom, I know that I haven't been writing in this area in a while but I'm back with a new story. A friend of mine brought this idea to my attention and I had to write it. Of course there will be reused OCs. Also I will be aging the characters by human age. Now here's the first chapter of Behind These Broken Wings.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and a few OCs. Everything else belongs to Walt Disney.

"Be careful, Hera."

A eight year old brownish-beige lioness cub closed her golden eyes as she followed her mother and a twenty year old dark tan lioness across a narrow pathway. Hera was already afraid of heights and now she had to cross a dangerous path. With one wrong step she could end up tumbling down the side of the mountain and into the raging river below.

"Move faster would you." the dark tan lioness sneered. "We don't have all year."

Gier, wasn't apart of their former pride. She was a agressive rogue who they had the misfortune of meeting. Her mother, Eleanor asked her to join them on their quest to find another pride. Hera, she knew something was off with the skinny dark tan lioness and she doesn't mean how underweight she was. Gier had a bad vibe about her and Hera tried her hardest to keep her distance. Hera moved her paw forward to scream when some of the rocks began to fall.

"Mum!" Hera cried out, tears steaming down her cheeks.

The greyish-beige lioness turned around as her golden eyes widen in fear. "Hera!"

Hera tried to back up but everything under crumbled under her, sending Hera tumbling down the mountain before landing in the wild river with a small splash.

"Hera!" Eleanor roared before she quickly climbed to the other side of the narrow pathway.

Gier walked by the weeping mother and headed down a deep slope. "The closest bank is in the kingdom through this valley. Hopefully your cub will turn up there."

Eleanor nodded, realising that she really didn't have much of a choice. She took a deep breath before following the dark tan lioness, praying that her daughter would be okay.

BTBW

A twenty one year old rich brown lion walked through the vast savannahs of his home. His black mane blew in the morning breeze. His green eyes was on his path ahead but his mind was elsewhere. Soon his brother will be king and he'll be stuck as a servant, the leader of the lion guard. To protect the circle of life and defend the Pridelands. When in reality, it should be him that get the throne. Mufasa didn't even want the throne but of course the golden child gets rich brown lion was so much in his mind he wasn't paying attention to where his paws was going.

Soon the second born prince found himself at the river of the south border. He closed his green eyes as he felt the pain resurface after all this is where everything came crumbling down. He and his brother was on patrol with their father Ahadi, when him and Mufasa got into another fight. All the years of being in the golden one shadow blew up and he took his anger out on his brother after all his father only care about the first one, the first born, his heir as him the second prince was just the runt who shouldn't been alive in the first place and was no more than a spare that wasn't needed. The fight ended up with him pouncing on Mufasa which led to Mufasa bumping into their father sending the dark golden king over the side of the gorge.

Forgetting about unfair his father has been to him, he rushed over to lean over the edge and tried to saved the distressed king. But he wasn't strong enough. The weak pathetic brute wasn't strong enough and he is the one to live with their failure. The rich brown lion now realised that he walked to the bank of the river that took his father away. As he looked into the clear water he saw a pink scar across his left eye. A permanent reminder of that tragic day. Since then he no longer went by the name of Prince Taka, but as Scar for the forever wound he will have. He sighed heavily before looking up from his reflection, he squinted as he caught sight of something unusual up ahead. Looking around, Scar walked into the calm river to the source of his interest.

What he eventually saw made he stop short with his right front paw hovering off the ground. Scar turned and snapped his eyes tight as he opened his tan muzzle and roared.