I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't move my paws. I couldn't lift my head. I heard the sound of hooves running towards me. The sound of hooves stopped and then started again, behind me, running away from me. Then I heard new footsteps, similar to the wildebeest, but softer. I struggled to breathe, the pain in my chest, hurting too much. The footsteps slowly approached my head.

"Dad," a hopeful voice spoke to me. I was a dad? I tried to remember my son but couldn't conjure up an image of him. I couldn't remember his voice, where I was or why I was lying on my side on the hard, rock surface with every muscel in my body hurting.

"Dad, come," the boy said, lifting my face from the ground, "You got to get up." He let go of my face and it fell back onto the ground. If I could have screamed, I would have from the pain I felt as my skull hit the floor.

"Dad, we got to go home," the little boy's paws pushed against my left cheek and he began to cry. I felt sorry for him. I wanted to get up, pull him into my arms and give him a big hug. He ran around my head and pulled on my ear. I still couldn't move. I heard him back off, sniffing.

"Help!" he shouted in fear, running away from me, his voice echoing.

"Somebody," he shouted again.

"Anybody," he said, before sniffing again.

"Help," he whispered, his voice failing. I felt sorry for the kid. He obviously knew me really well, but I couldn't even remember his name or why he was there. I heard him begin to cry and turn around to walk back to me. He lifted up my paw and lay down next to me. It was then that I heard another sound. Lighter footsteps were approaching us, almost silent, but still recognisable.

"Simba," a male's voice spoke, "What have you done?" The cub backed away from me.

"There were wildebeests and he tried to save me…it was an accident…I…I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Of course…of course you didn't. No one ever means for these things to happen. But the king is dead and if it weren't for you he'd still be alive. What will your mother think?"

"What am I going to do?"

"Run away Simba. Run, run away and never return," I heard the little cub run off into the distance before the adult spoke again, "Kill him."

I heard the growling of hyenas. Three sets of hyena paws ran past me, following the boy. I realised by now that I had lost my memory so I tried to piece together what I knew. The little boy, Simba, was my son. I wasn't at my home and neither were the other two. The boy's mother didn't know what had happened to me. I had tried to save my son from wildebeests and he didn't want me dead but, to them, I looked dead. I also figured out that, according to the adult lion sitting next to me, I was the king. Wow, I thought, that's a big thing to forget. I heard the adult lion laugh.

"Dad wouldn't be very proud of you at the moment, would he Mufasa? I managed to kill you and you never saw it coming. Dad should have seen it coming." I heard him walk away from me. I lay, waiting for death, as the day went on. I heard more footsteps after a while. I heard a gasp and a scream of sorrow.

"Mufasa!" I heard a voice call. The female ran over to me, crying worse than Simba had. She lay next to me and buried her head in my mane. She mumbled my name, Mufasa, over and over again, crying and sobbing.

"Sarabi," another lioness's voice said as the group walked towards us, "Sarabi."

"What?" the lioness lying next to me snapped.

"It's just, if you want to talk to me," the other lioness said, lying next to Sarabi, "My husband was killed."

"Thankyou, Sarafina, I understand." The group lay around me, upset. I sensed the male who had killed me was amongst them, too. Suddenly, I heard a scream. It came from above me. The lioness called Sarafina gasped.

"Nala," she whispered, "No, I told you to stay away."

A little female cub was sobbing, running towards me. She was about the same size as Simba, I guessed.

"No!" she screamed, "Simba!"

"Nala," Sarafina whispered, standing up. I heard Nala crash into Sarafina.

"Mum," the cub bellowed, "Mum, where's Simba? Where's my friend? I need to speak to Simba!"

"Simba's gone, sweety. He's joined the great kings of the past." The great kings of the past? I remembered telling someone about them but I couldn't remember who. My memory of telling someone about the great kings had come back!

"No, mum," Nala spoke, aggressively, "He's not gone!" I heard the cub run away from us, calling her friend's name. I was listening to her when a much closer voice made me jump.

"Mufasa, Mufasa please wake up." Sarabi begged. The lioness seemed to care about me as much as Simba had. I wondered if maybe, maybe, this was the voice of my wife.

"The clouds grow dark, we must get back to Pride Rock," I heard the voice of the male lion say. I was beginning to hate that animal.

"Scar," Sarafina said, worried, "He's going to be the king. What if he kicks the cubs out?"

"Calm down Sarafina, he won't kick Na…" Sarabi thought for a second, "What do you mean by, cubs?"

"I haven't told anyone yet but, I'm expecting a cub."

"That's great news!" Sarabi exclaimed.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" I heard Scar say. The lionesses sighed and stood up, the warmth of their bodies vanishing. No, I thought, don't go.

"Don't worry my love, I'll be back," Sarabi whispered in my ear. I knew then that she was my wife. Then, they left.

I lay on the hard floor as night crept closer, bringing the cold air with it. I tried to grasp onto my memories, so as not to forget more than I had to. I hadn't got a clue what any of the lionesses or cubs looked like, but I knew what a general lion looked like.

I lay there for half the night, too afraid to sleep, when my nose began to get blocked. I was struggling for air. My heart beat picked up. I drew in one more breath and…