Here I am again with another chapter, and this one will keep you on the edge of you're seat. Been pretty happy lately belief it or not, well HERE we go.

The three marched wearily on, days went by in the never ending desert. The heat of the bright sun nearly burning through their furs into their flesh leaving red marks. Simba grew even more impatient but uneasily he trusted the old Lion to where ever it was he was taking them. What did he have to lose? He knew the day would come, he couldn't hide like a coward in the jungle forever against Scar. If this is his destiny then so be it, even now he could still somehow feel his father's ghostly presence as if he was watching over him. Then it came to his mind from so many years ago.

''Dad?'' The young cub questioned his father happily but softly.

''Hmm?'' The young King looked up to his inquisitive son who was resting gently atop his furry red mane.

''Were pals right?'' Simba asked, the King chuckled.

''Right.''

''And we'll always be together right?'' Simba smiled seeking reassurance.

In that moment Mufasa lifted his shoulders up to the stars curiously studying his son's question as if he couldn't answer. Though deep down he couldn't answer a question like that, but he couldn't tell his son otherwise. He remembered words of wisdom that his father had past down to him from generation to generations before.

''Simba-Let me tell you something that my father told me. Look at the stars.'' The father and son raised their heads in awe at the site of beauty, the stars sparkled like white crystals just gleaming, drifting freely in the blue perfect night sky.

''The great King's of the past look down on us from those stars.''

''Really?'' The cub asked with hope.

''Yes, so whenever you feel alone. Just remember that those King's will always be there to guide you and so will I.''

The memory faded, Timon's eyes were looking into his.

''Hey come on we gotta move kid keep up! Jeez! It's hotter than a steam vent out here.'' The little Meerkat wiped the sweat off his forehead flicking it into the sand.

Simba didn't speak a word, wiping the wet tears from watered filled eyes from the distant memory pushing on with weariness and determination. His paws softly sinking into the heavy light white sand. Every step he took was of pain from the sunburn.

''How much longer do we gotta go?''

The old Lion jerked his head around to the exhausted younging. He could see his dry tongue stuck out of his white muzzle panting for water.

''We have to reach the mountains by sunset boy, or we'll be roasted out here.''

''Hey pops get a clue we're already roasted.'' He complained, the general held his paw up sniffing the air of a nearby scent completely ignoring Simba's joke.

''Hush!''

He walked atop a nearby sand dune looking out in the distance. And there the war veteran could see the most massive calling of hyena's he had ever witnessed. There had to be thousands of them, marching in neat ordered fashion. How could such a force be raised? And why in the desert? The hyena's were always ambitious on conquering but never had any Lion seen them march like this. It rieked of Scar's plans.

''What is it?'' Simba ran to aid overlooking the lay of the land, he gasped with shock. His eyes widened.

''You see? I told you, now do you trust me?''

''You were right, my uncle... he has turned on us.'' The teen heavily held his head down with anger, the general pointed out to another army that was lining up in order with the hyena's. A whole Pride of Lions stood their ground. Outnumbered however they seemed eager for a fight and a victory. Timon and Pumbaa covered their eyes in horror.

''No no! I can't look Pumbaa! Eeeh this isn't gonna be good.''

From atop a rock a muscular hyena who seemed like the leader of their army, some kind of King. Probably the defeated King that joined Scar. He commanded with his paws moving formations and shouting words that couldn't be heard from the distance. The Lion's thunderously roared showing honor and fearlessness, ready for battle despite what the odds seemed.

''We have to do something!'' Simba jerked off leaping from the hill just before feeling the general's paw grab his arm pulling him back he slammed into the sand spitting it out with disgust.

''No! You're not ready Simba, not yet.''

''But I can fight!'' He argued.

''I said no!'' The elder spat back.

''dammit fine! So you're just gonna let thousands of Lion's be slaughtered!''

''There is nothing we can do, stay put and see what happens.'' The three watched with suspense, Simba was furious. His own people were about to be killed just because the old hag thinks he's not ready. Puh! I was fighting since I was a cub. What does he know? I'm brave, hah listen to me. Brings me back.

The wind picked up blowing sand in the armies soldiers eyes blinding them. Just in that moment the hyena King shouted to charge, the beasts trotted across the sand wildly, barbarically hungered for the Lion's blood. Slobbering and fighting over each other to who gets further in the battle line. Wanting that feeling of a first strike, but Pride Rock anticipated this the soldiers on their side grinned growling they held out their claws turned to the side ready to flank the oncoming enemies.

''Flank ready! Be brave! We are Lions!'' The leading commander shouted on Pride Rock's side raising his paw, the warriors behind him followed with a roar standing perfectly still awaiting the slobbering hyena's to clash into their razor sharp claws. Simba squinted his eyes at the commander that was giving orders, they he looked with shock when he realized who that was. It was his old friend Tojo, one of his best friends.

''I have to go down there!''

The elder smiled holding Simba back with his arm while sitting on his fours.

''Just watch.''

''But my friend Tojo is down there! He's gonna get killed! Move!'' No matter how hard the teen tried he could not muster the strength to move the old Lion.

''Tojo will be fine. Now SIT.'' The elder commanded grinning mischievously.

Obeying Simba huffed a sigh of defeat and nervousness collapsed sitting on his fours next to the general's side. He tapped his paws on the ground fidgeting with fright of what was about to happen. The suspense was rising in his heart, his blood boiled with anger not just from the elder, but from the fact that he couldn't save his friends. He was a strong fighter, he's the Prince. He's been taught how to fight on his own for years, but then again this was no fight with a cub like the old days. This was an actual real life battle that his eyes have never witnessed before. The first battle in his life time and he couldn't even be in it. There so many down there, how such armies could be raised was beyond his belief but it was happening. The soldiers looked so brave, he could imagine his father boldly standing there, his mane swaying in the wind. He could see him tearing the hyena's flesh apart one by one.

''Now!'' Tojo gave a final order shouting loudly just before the hyena's smacked right into their line. The Lion's swung their claws then ducked low on the ground into pouncing positions, the entire first row of hyena's were cut apart in an instant. Simba stood up with excitement peering out, his mouth gaped down with shock at how well Tojo was commanding the army.

''NOW PUSH!'' On Tojo's order Pride Rock's entire front Line charged forward battering down hyena's with their claws by the hundred's. One by one they fell blood spilling onto the sand, some Lions were killed. But there were more Hyena's falling their Pride Lander Lions. They fought ferociously not ceasing to stop. Showing no signs of mercy for the oppressive invaders that lurked a threat ready to engulf the land that they held dear.

The Hyena King raised his paws to his eyes not saying a word giving a silent command. Their front line dispersed behind it gigantic elephants with Hyena's that rode atop their trunks charged the Pride Landers. Tojo's eyes widened.

''Down!'' He shouted, the Lions leaped low on the ground sinking into the sand. Blending in with the environment, the Hyena's took the bait and kept charging. Just as the Elephants were in his reach, Tojo jumped boldly. His brown coat covered with sand, his eyes bloodshot he roared mightily. Leaping his way up the Elephants trunks cutting and shoving the Hyena's that stood atop the large monsters backs sending them to their death. From an angle he fought like Simba had never seen before, cutting one to the right, one to the left. Leaving blood soaked claw marks on the enemies battered faces. He huffed and puffed breathing with exhaustion pushing himself on battering the Hyena's down, cutting deep into their battle line. Four brave Lions stood behind their leader grinning fiercly. They charged leaping into the Hyena's, in fear the beasts retreated. Pride Rock then rushed them with a final blow, hundreds of bodies dropped in the sand, staining the blood soaked barren earth. Tojo roared with victory managing to stand up with momentum on his two front feet raising his paws to the sky, pounding his mighty bold chest. His brown furred face was now tainted with the stench of corpse, his face was covered with the blood of Scar's new army.

''Victory!''

The Lion's repeated his words chanting the name of their great new commander, they pulled him back to their lines ready for another attack. But though the battle was over, the war has just begun. This was just the first and the least of what was to come for Pride Rock's defenses. Simba and his crew stood with mixed emotions of shock and excitement. Relief filled the teen's heart as he fell to the ground panting.

''Phew!''

There we have it number four down. Hope you enjoyed! Send ya reviews ;) And thanks again everybody for you're support. As long as you keep it up, I will continue to keep writing. Hope their was no mistakes but if their was let me know. Jimmy thanks again for pointing out what you seen last chapter, been a big help thanks again. :) Well until next time the Prince is gonna get some rest. And I"M SO GLAD it's summer time up here, so I'll be more inspired to write. Off to bed, night fans. Simba needs his sleep