So Kiara's decided to wait until morning to do something. Lets see what she decides to do. Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 2

Kiara

I have to admit that all through the night I was hoping, praying that in the morning everybody would return. But they didn't. I'm still alone here. It's becoming clear that nobody is going to reappear. And that means I'm going to have to think of something. I can't stay in the Pridelands by myself. The memories will haunt me forever if I stay here. Huh, look at me. I've been all alone for a day and I'm already starting to break down. I'm not surprised after what's happened recently. Meeting Mum and Dad in the Skylands and then destroying the place. That was horrible. I can't believe I did it, even though I had no choice, I still hated doing it. The memories of when Dad and I used to lay out under the stars definitely aren't making it easy to let go of them.

Every so often he'd take me out at night and we'd lay in the grass in the valley, with the moon shining down onto us and the stars filling the sky.

"Look, Kiara." Simba would say.

And I'd look at where he was pointing.

"Up there are all the great kings of the past. They all go there eventually. And when they do they keep watch over us down here."

"Really?" I replied the first time he told me the story. "All the past kings?"

"Yeah. And queens." He replied.

"Will you be up there one day, daddy?" I asked.

He didn't answer straight away when I asked him this. He seemed to be reluctant to give an answer, like it was hurting him. Like he was remembering something.

"Yes, Kiara." He finally answered. "One day."

Of course now I know why he was hesitant to reply. His dad had been killed a few years earlier and for a long time Simba believed it was him that had killed him. Even when me and Kovu became the rulers of Pride rock daddy still showed signs of sadness. He remembered it well right up until he died.

Now I understand what he went through. Now I know what it's like to lose my parents. Horrible. Traumatic. Soul crushing.

But at least Simba never had to cope with losing his entire pride. I do on the other hand.

I get up and stretch my legs. I've already decided that I can't stay here. I need to leave. I'm going to have to start over. I'll create a new life for myself outside of the Pridelands. Somewhere where the memories of my cub-hood won't be triggered in my head.

Why did this have to happen? I don't know if I can cope.

I take my first steps out of the cave and find out that it's a sunny morning. But my mood can't be brightened by the sun. I don't think anything can lighten up my mind right now. Suddenly though a thought crosses my mind. What if the pride, for some reason, had to move away before I got back? It's possible. But unfortunately not very likely. Well I'll soon find out won't I? I've decided to depart in the afternoon because I want to have one last look around the Pridelands before I leave it behind forever. One last tour around the only home I've ever known. Then I'll leave.

Looks like she's made up her mind then. But will she be able to go through with her decision? Chapter 3 will be up in the next couple days.